"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Before Canglang could do anything, Ye Zhengyang fell from the sky and raised his palm to slap Canglang in front of him.

The sharp momentum made the wolf's clothes rush and his head stood up one by one.

Canglang wanted to avoid it, but suddenly realized that he could not move a step. He shrank into an inch and couldn't do anything at all.

"No!"

The wolf screamed, and a huge palm slapped it on top of his head, and immediately slapped it into a meat paste.

Immediately afterwards, a blue light flew out of the meat paste on the ground and ran away.

The tragic Canglang was indeed suffering from undeniable disasters and died before he understood what was going on.

"Boy, the task is done. Remember to find me if you have wine!"

The nameless soul said something to Ye Zhengyang and disappeared, and the control of the body returned to Ye Zhengyang's hands.

“Hey, hey, hey”

Ye Zhengyang stood on the ground and raised his head and shouted, "Who are you?"

But the nameless soul has disappeared without a trace. It is really coming and going quickly.

"Maoshan God's Fighting Technique!"

The old Taoist Qingyang looked at Ye Zhengyang and asked, "You are not a disciple of Maoshan!"

"How could a Maoshan disciple have the Maoshan magic trick?"

Ye Zhengyang ignored the old Taoist Qingyang and asked lightly: "What other means do you have? Even if you use it, otherwise I will take action. You will have no chance at that time!"

"Boy is arrogant, let you see the power of my Qingyi Sect!"

The old Taoist Qingyang said as he took out the peach wood sword, flew up in the air, and slashed at Ye Zhengyang with his head.

This sword is too domineering, and the sound of cutting the air is terrifying.

If this sword falls on Ye Zhengyang, it can cut it in half.

Ye Zhengyang was standing there and still not moving. He suddenly took out a blue talisman from his waist, and slapped it against the peach wood sword in the hand of the old Taoist Qingyang.

Suddenly, a thunder broke out from Ye Zhengyang's palm, and a loud noise suddenly sounded in the yard, illuminating the surroundings, and everyone was in the lightning.

"Boom"

After a loud bang, Ye Zhengyang stood there still without moving.

The old Taoist Qingyang was actually blown out by the thunder that appeared in Ye Zhengyang's hand just now, and several people were hit on the ground and there was a blue smoke rising.

The magic weapon used by the Old Taoist Qingyang is the Peach Wood Sword, which contains the meaning of thunder and is in charge of killing. However, Ye Zhengyang also understands the method of thunder and uses the method of thunder to attack the Old Taoist Qingyang.

The level of cultivation of the two people can tell the difference in just one move.

After the old Taoist Qingyang rolled to the ground, he quickly turned over and got up, but at this time he had long disappeared from his previous appearance of the fairy spirit.

His beard and head seemed to be burned by fire, with little left, with blue smoke rolling, and his green Taoist robe was also tattered. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a beggar.

The old Taoist Qingyang wiped the dust from his face, looked at Ye Zhengyang incredibly, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, did you use the thunder talisman just now?"

Ye Zhengyang curled his lips and said lazily: "It's not bad, I have some eyesight. This is the Cloud Thunder Talisman. It was given to me by my master. It's really a waste to use it on you."

"If it weren't for the lightning-striking peach wood sword, I wouldn't have used the thunder talisman to deal with you."

"You, you, are you really from Maoshan?"

The old Taoist Qingyang looked at Ye Zhengyang again with an incredible look.

The tattered Taoist robe on his body, coupled with his expression at this time, looked particularly funny.

The old Taoist Qingyang was only in his fifties, and his cultivation level reached the level of a ninth-grade Taoist priest, and he could immediately reach the level of a first-grade real person. He thought that the many cultivators in the world rarely had opponents, but today, they were given a thunder by a young man under twenty years old.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist Qingyang turned cold, his dark face was murderous and gritted his teeth and said, "I have been practicing for forty years. How could it be broken into the hands of you, a boy who has not even grown all hair!"

"You will die!"

As he said that, the old Taoist Qingyang suddenly pinched a magic trick, bit his fingertips, stroked his eyebrows, and put his hands together.

He suddenly said loudly: "Yin and Yang merge, ghosts and monsters, ghosts and monsters, ghosts and ghosts are in the dark, and there is more than one meter. Innocence, ghosts and monsters are scared, and monsters are forgotten. Golden light appears to cover the deity, and hurry up as the law!"

With the urgent and fast spell sound of the old Taoist Qingyang, I saw the storm of yin wind in the entire courtyard, and for no reason, several black whirlwinds surrounded Qingyang's old Taoist Qingyang.

The temperature of the entire compound seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant, from a hot summer to a cold winter in late autumn.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the methods used by the old Taoist Qingyang, and the smile on his face soon disappeared, and his eyes suddenly condensed.

As Ye Zhengyang felt before, since he saw the old Taoist Qingyang, it is true that this person was a practitioner, but he felt an evil spirit from him.

Now that I saw the black whirlwind around the old Taoist Qingyang, I became even more sure about this matter. The old Taoist Qingyang is not an orthodox Taoist disciple, but a demon who practices evil deeds.

The black whirlwinds surrounding him were the evil spirits and evil spirits he refined. The number of Ye Zhengyang also felt a little incredible.

In a moment, the black whirlwinds turned into shadows that were solid, floating in the air, wrapping Ye Zhengyang.

The ghosts had hideous and terrifying faces, and they could not contain the heavy anger. The black evil spirit was everywhere.

This should be Qingyang's killing move. Seeing Ye Zhengyang's face becoming solemn, Qingyang's old Taoist smiled proudly.

"Boy, do you know that I am powerful? Now I beg for mercy and leave you a complete body."

The old Taoist Qingyang looked like he would let him go as long as Ye Zhengyang admitted defeat.

"hehe"

Ye Zhengyang sneered and looked around at the wronged souls and ghosts surrounding him.

"Qingyang Demonic Dao, I originally thought that you and I are all disciples of the Taoist sect, so I would give you some face. It would be fine to teach you a lesson. Now it seems that it is not that simple. I never thought that you were a demonic Dao who practices evil deeds!"

Ye Zhengyang said lightly: "It seems that I was not wrong to kill Black Widow!"

"Since ancient times, good and evil have not been in harmony. Everyone can kill you such a demonic Taoist disciple!"

When he heard Ye Zhengyang mention Black Widow again, the old Taoist Qingyang suddenly felt annoyed. Black Widow was his favorite female disciple. Not to mention her appearance, just talking about her skills in bed made me want to die and unable to stop.

"What is righteous and what is evil? Who decided this?"

The fierce light flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist Qingyang said, "In the circle of practitioners, naturally, whoever has the hard fist is the ultimate strong man."

"You care whether I am evil or good. As long as I can kill people, it is a good method! You Maoshan also have the Ghost Sect. Isn't that old thing that is the elder of the Ghost Sect, the ghost sect, just a ghost refiner?"

Ye Zhengyang stared at the old Taoist Qingyang and said, "What Maoshan, what kind of ghost sect?"

"What evidence do you have to say that I am a Maoshan disciple?"

"What's more, am I a disciple of Maoshan? Wouldn't I know?"

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