They were supposed to fight in the mid-term to fight in the late-stage, but now their strength was greatly reduced, making them unable to fight.

"Buzz."

Feeling the vibration of the soul flag in his arms, Ding Xie knew that Tu Shanjun wanted to take action.

However, now is not the time.

At least it wasn't what Ding Xie thought was the best time.

"We can't use long range anymore. It's too easy for him to hit me with sword pills. We have to close the distance between us."

Ding Xie directly took two third-level magic walking talismans on his body. The third-level magic walking talisman could no longer be called magic walking. Instead, he flew in the air, increased his speed by two levels, and returned to Xiao Wanli.

"There is no gate to hell, you can cast yourself into it yourself."

"Suffer death."

The chi-long soul flag on Xiao Wanli's sleeve fell into his hand and grew to about ten feet.

"Hundred Ghosts at Night."

Long flags were waved, and hundreds of evil spirits poured out.

"The best soul flags also have differences."

"The Ghost King is reincarnated!"

When Ding Xie unfolded the soul flag hidden in his sleeve, a terrifying ghost claw directly tore into pieces the wave of evil ghosts in front of him.

The powerful figure walked against the current and appeared in front of Xiao Wanli in an instant.

His red hair was scattered wildly, and his ferocious face was covered with a pair of scarlet ghost eyes.

"bass."

Under the art of transparency.

The ghost claws directly tore into pieces Xiao Wanli's death robe.

A fierce claw penetrated Xiao Wanli's chest.

Xiao Wanli roared loudly, and the sword pill turned back to smash Tu Shanjun's head.

Tu Shanjun wanted to pull out his arm, but he was unexpectedly locked to death.

The scarlet eyes flashed ferociously and turned fiercely.

With a bang, the flesh and blood shattered, and even the arms remained on Xiao Wanli's body. It was precisely because of this dodge that the sword pill did not touch Tushan Jun.

"you!"

Xiao Wanli looked horrified as he backed away.

He pointed at Tu Shanjun, who was fluctuating in the late stage of foundation building, and Ding Xie, who was holding the soul banner.

All the words were blocked in his throat for a moment, and nothing came out.

"In the end, am I a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect, or is this person in front of me?"

"Isn't he from Wanfa Sect?"

His thoughts were racing, and Xiao Wanli knew that he could no longer fight.

Although his soul flag is a top-quality magic weapon, the quality of the ghost is too poor. The strongest one is only at the early stage of foundation building, and there is no way to compare with the evil ghost in front of him.

"Sir, please be merciful."

Before Xiao Wanli could leave, three foundation-building monks had already arrived at the scene.

Ding Xie recognized them, they were all uncles of the Ding family, and their cultivation level was above that of Foundation Establishment.

Thousands of miles around Beiluo Mountain is considered the territory of the Ding family. There are foundation-building monks fighting. How could they not know about it, so they rushed over in a hurry.

On the way, I saw a ghostly presence, and I thought it must be the high sect member of the Blood Evil Sect who was fighting with someone else.

As for who it is, I heard from the children in the family that Ding Xie was originally going to find the clan leader, but now he has disappeared.

Thinking about it might lead to bad things, so I hurried over in a hurry.

However, the current scene is very different from what they expected.
Chapter completed!