Lu Wenyuan looked at the ghost head and suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Although he is a god-transforming monk, the aura given to him by the ghost head is even more unfathomable, as if he is tall and above - heaven!

"Our monks, my fate is up to me and not to God!"

Under the crisis of life and death, Lu Wenyuan burst out with all his potential. He reached out and grabbed the void and grabbed a broken blade with a glittering surface.

This is a broken immortal weapon, and its power has long exceeded that of the human level.

He kept reciting the magic tricks, and then he saw runes lit up on the sharp blade, emitting amazing spiritual energy.

The void fluctuated faintly, and a red and white light flashed above the broken blade, constantly spreading outward, turning into a giant sword more than ten feet long. On the head of the knife, there was a tiger's head roaring hideously.

"Immortal weapon Xuanhu, Seven Killings Slash!"

Lu Wenyuan held the Xuanhu Sword and waved it suddenly!

Roar!

Amid the roar of the tiger, the huge red and white sword light seemed to turn into a giant tiger and pounced on the blue ghost face.

Next moment!

The ghost's head opened its dark mouth, revealing its mouth full of fangs. On each fang, it seemed that the soul of at least a god-transforming monk was imprisoned, and was wailing in pain...

A scarlet tongue popped out and pierced through the sword light. Lu Wenyuan only felt severe pain in his hands, and the immortal artifact Xuanhu had disappeared!

"It's definitely a ghost above the realm of the God Transformation. Why did I encounter it as soon as I ascend?"

Lu Wenyuan raised his hand and released countless talismans with flashing lights, gathering together into a torrent of magic.

At the same time, he directly fired a small void flag and prepared to teleport to escape.

He was stupid before he fought against a strong enemy. If he wanted to compete, he had to wait until he reached the same or even higher level before he could talk about it.

Roar!

But at this moment, the blue ghost first roared, and a black light appeared on his forehead.

Wherever the black light swept, all the void fluctuations were destroyed, and a huge hole emerged above the void flag.

This secret treasure of void was severely damaged!

Lu Wenyuan's teleportation was also interrupted, and the Nascent Soul in his body seemed to feel a terrifying gaze and began to tremble.

In the scarlet gaze of the ghost, it seemed as if countless black insects were climbing, squirming, and indescribable things flowed out...

Just when Lu Wenyuan was already desperate, his hand couldn't help but lift it up, and a triangle pattern appeared on it.

In the void, countless secret talismans like tadpole text appeared, layer by layer, wrapping him inside.

Click!

The next moment, the ghost head appeared where Lu Wenyuan was. He bit it down fiercely, and countless fangs made sharp friction sounds, but Lu Wenyuan was gone...

...

Spiritual Realm.

I don't know how far away it is in a region.

Countless tadpole texts emerged, and Lu Wenyuan's figure was spit out of it.

"I……"

"You saved me?"

He looked at the triangle pattern on the back of his hand and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that everything is your fault!"

"If you do not have the protection of your own deity, how can you, a small cultivator in the world, be promoted to the gods and ascend to the spiritual world?"

Zhong Shenxiu answered proudly.

Lu Wenyuan couldn't help but remain silent.

He has always regarded the Secret Shi Jinzhang as his own opportunity, and never thought that he might have a master or a possibility of his own spiritual wisdom!

This is obviously abnormal!

"What do you want to be the Lord?"

A hint of cruelty appeared on Lu Wenyuan's face. He is now a god-transforming monk, and has experienced a lot in the world and knows how to make choices.

At the critical moment, even if you give up this great opportunity, it is better to be regarded as a puppet.

"No, I just want to borrow your body to see this spiritual world..."

Zhong Shenxiu chuckled.

‘I believe you!’

Lu Wenyuan secretly complained, but on the surface he pretended to be skeptical: "That's it?"

“That’s true.”

Zhong Shenxiu smiled and said, "After all, I saved you once just now, don't be so afraid of me, right?"

When he mentioned this, Lu Wenyuan's expression eased a little, and hesitated: "Is this really the spiritual world? What is the ghost head just now?"

"You ask me, who will I ask?"

Zhong Shenxiu rolled his eyes secretly and smiled faintly: "This place should be in the spiritual world. As for your doubts, the monks below may be able to tell you."

At this time, Lu Wenyuan discovered that there was actually a battlefield below the high altitude he was in!

Thousands of cultivators who practice Qi and build foundations are forming an army, led by several cultivators of Jindan to fight against the black ghost tide!

Behind the army of monks, there was a broken city, with hundreds of thousands of mortals inside, all trembling as if waiting for the arrival of judgment.

"It turns out that there are mortals in this spiritual world, and there are many more, and the cultivators are not very high..."

After all, Lu Wenyuan was a god-transforming cultivator. He shook his head with a swept his divine thoughts, because among those ghosts, there were several ghost kings in the Nascent Soul stage!

Sure enough, less than a moment of the battle, a blue-black arm poked out from the dark clouds, shattered a magic weapon of a monk with a elixir, and then grabbed a white-haired Golden Elixir ancestor.

puff!

A slender flesh worm emerged from the palm of his hand, and ferocious fangs grew on the surface, piercing directly into the monk's dantian, grabbing a gray golden elixir and swallowing it in one bite.

"Aowoo!"

The army of countless ghosts directly tore up the monk's army formation and began to devour the body of the monks' foundation-building and qi training.

And those Jindan ancestors were targeted by the Nascent Soul Ghost King and were preparing to dissect the golden elixir alive, as if they were watching dishes.

"The ancestor of the Xu family!"

Luo Yutu was holding a fiery red bead and watching the fall of a monk in the Killing Pill, he was even more frightened: "Is this time the devil disaster going to be broken into the city again?"

There are records in Yinluo City that every hundred years, there will be disasters of demons and ghosts.

It would be fine if the monks could resist. If the city was broken, not only would most monks be slaughtered, but even more than half of the mortals would be killed...

When Luo Yutu thought of the bloody future, she couldn't help but feel despair.

At this moment, she suddenly looked up and felt a terrifying spiritual pressure.

"Bold ghosts, dare to eat people?"

Lu Wenyuan looked for a moment and found that there was no ghost saint who had transformed into a god. He couldn't help but relax, appeared a little, and grabbed it out with his five fingers.

Boom!

A black and shiny ring in his hand flew directly into the air, rippling out endless thunder and lightning, sweeping into the ghost formation.

The power of thunder is extremely yang and strong, and it is even more miraculous in restraining ghosts. Countless ghost cultivators immediately screamed and turned into ashes.

However, several Nascent Soul Ghost Kings roared: "The human race turns into a god? The Yellow Spring Ghost Saint will not let you go!"

"What kind of ghost saint in the Yellow Springs can be found before I can talk about it!"

Since Lu Wenyuan took action, he was ruthless and took out a small red flag.
Chapter completed!