"Hahaha... Shi Qianhan! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

On the Ghost Spirit Castle, a slender white-bearded old man appeared, and two chilling purple lights burst out from his eyes.

A powerful spiritual pressure was released from his body, and purple light mist evaporated around him. A powerful aura condensed above the Ghost Spirit Castle, and he actually competed with Shi Qianhan's powerful magic power.

"You are finally willing to come out from the new Yuanying monk from the Ghost Fantasy Sect?"

Shi Qianhan finally showed a satisfied smile.

"I am Yuan Youqing, the great elder of Guihuan Sect, I have long heard of the name of fellow Taoist Shi."

The old man with white beard looked like a weightless ghost, leaping lightly into the air, and just stretching it out, leaving only ten or twenty feet, leaving behind many afterimages.

Shi Qianhan showed a strange look and his mind was shaking. He already understood that the enemy he was going to face was good at speed and body movements, and he might have to have a big battle.

"Shi doesn't care about your identity and name." Shi Qianhan slowly raised his arm and looked directly at the elder of the Ghost Fantasy Sect: "Because, you will die soon today."

"But as far as I know, you are the one who will die today-"

A purple ghost light flashed in Yuan Youqing's eyes, his body was like an arc of electricity, and his ten fingers bounced out dark purple threads, besieging Shi Qianhan.

The black texture between Shi Qianhan's palm trembled, and he suddenly slapped out with a palm, and the black energy surged like a torrent.

Puff!!

However, the dark purple threads seemed to be trembling like waves without any force, and then tangled towards Shi Qianhan.

Shi Qianhan's face showed a shock, and the black light energy around him surged, just like the substance, shaking the dark purple lines outside.

A trace of mockery flashed in Yuan Youqing's eyes, his fingers bounced like a lotus phantom, and the dark purple lines further contracted, and there was a vague tendency to tie Shi Qianhan to control him.

Shi Qianhan's eyes were like a dark abyss, staring at the dark purple thread, and his color changed. This thing was made of extremely special silk.

Yuan Youqing sneered secretly: "The 'mysterious silk' spit out by the thousands of years of my 'ghost ghost fire', coupled with the tempering of my hundreds of years of 'ghost spirit and light fire', merger of hardness and softness, even if it is a powerful attack weapon, it will never be cut off."

Seeing the dark purple threads tied Shi Qianhan in the prison, Yuan Youqing's face was gloomy.

Although he was only promoted to the Nascent Soul when his life was about to end, he had accumulated more than 500 years of magic power and his strength after promotion was much stronger than that of ordinary people who had just entered the Nascent Soul.

Shi Qianhan's face was gloomy, and he slapped out a few terrifying palms of gold and iron.

However, the mysterious silk was not only hard, but also extremely soft and had no force at all.

"Hahaha, even if the Sanyou Old Demon comes in person, he can't even think of using his flesh palm to damage my 'Xuan Silk Ghost Silk' that has been tempered for hundreds of years."

Yuan Youqing laughed a long time, and as he waved his ten fingers, a purple arc of light rippled out from the mysterious silkworm ghost silk, hitting Shi Qianhan's body, making a "bang" sound.

The black light energy around Shi Qianhan suddenly dimmed. He looked trembling and smiled coldly, "Since it cannot be damaged, then this thing will be returned to Shi!"

Puff~~

A crystal ice snake appeared on Shi Qianhan's shoulder and spit out a cloud of crystal ice flames, which immediately frozen the mysterious silkworm ghost silk, like a tiny ice strip.
Chapter completed!