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Chapter 673 I am the ghost
"Long Jiuyu, is everything really as you said?" Long Xian'er looked solemn.

"metropolitan."

Long Jiuyu gritted his teeth and said, "I'm already dead, is there any need to lie?"

"Humph!"

In the distance, an elder of the late Jindan stage named Long said, "I knew that none of these true disciples named Zhang were good people. These beasts are so cruel that they actually want to kill all the Nascent Soul seedlings of my disciples named Long."

"Thanks to Mr. Ning's intervention, otherwise we Long disciples would have been kept in the dark. When will we be able to learn the truth?!"

For a moment, many disciples with the surname Long seemed extremely indignant.

"you……"

Several inner disciples with the surname Zhang who were in the late Jindan stage gnashed their teeth. They were obviously extremely indignant, but they definitely did not think that the Zhang lineage had done anything wrong.

"Ning Keqing."

Long Xian'er said, "What happened in the Fiery Sun Abyss this time was a misfortune for our Divine Fire Sect. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Ning."

"You're welcome, sir."

Ning Daoran said, "If I were you, I wouldn't know what to do. I will return to Shenlu Peak now. My cultivation is not stable enough after being promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. I want to do some retreat first."

"That's fine."

……

That night.

The six peaks of the inner gate are brightly lit.

Ning Daoran was dressed in a green shirt, with one hand behind his back, standing on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of Shenxiao Peak.

At this moment, Long Xian'er was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"Boom~~~"

Suddenly, a ray of bright sword energy exploded in the direction of Shenxiao Peak, and the great formation of Shenxiao Peak rose up with a "buzzing" sound. But it seemed to be too late. The great formation only started halfway before it stopped abruptly. It was obvious that the cultivator in charge of the great formation had been killed.

"Have you finally taken action?"

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

On the side, Xiaobai and Xiaoheizi nodded in agreement.

But at this moment, wisps of light flew out from the Shenxiao Peak in all directions. Among them, a blood-colored light was staggering towards the Shenlu Peak. It was none other than Long Xianer, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"Ok?"

Ning Daoran looked up and saw blood on Long Xianer's shoulder and her breathing was extremely unstable.

"what happened?"

He flicked his sleeves lightly, releasing a corner of the Taixu Guiyi Formation to let Long Xianer in.

"Sect Master Long!"

Not far away, several inner sect guardians of Shenlu Peak named Long were shocked.

"How did you get hurt?"

Ning Daoran was surprised.

"I……"

Long Xian'er gnashed her teeth and said, "I was injured by Zhang Qinghe's sneak attack..."

"you!"

Ning Daoran was furious.

Although Long Xianer had been told before that Zhang Qinghe was not a good person, she did not expect that she would be ambushed by him.

At this moment, it was useless for Ning Daoran to curse him a hundred times in his heart, because the affairs of the Divine Fire Sect were destined to be presided over by him.

"Master Ning Feng!"

Another flash of blood-colored light flew over. It was the master of Shenhan Peak, a member of the Long family, who was in the early Nascent Soul stage.

"Master Long Feng, you are here too." Ning Daoran said lightly.

"Ok!"

The head of Shenhan Peak gnashed his teeth and said, "Zhang Qinghe has gone crazy. Together with the disciples of Huoyun Peak, Huolin Peak, and Huoyang Peak, they launched an offensive against Shenxiao Peak and Shenhan Peak. I estimate that they will soon attack Shenlu Peak."

"Not expected."

Ning Daoran said: "Everyone, please be at ease. I have my own plan to deal with it."

"Okay, it's up to you, Master Ning Feng!"

The next moment, Ning Daoran soared into the air, and a Chaos Nascent Soul Dharma Image soared into the air behind him, reaching a height of more than a hundred feet, hovering on the Shenlu Peak in the night. Then, a clear voice echoed over the six inner peaks of the Shenhuo Sect -

"Disciples of the Divine Fire Sect, listen up! I am Ning Daoran, the leader of the Divine Deer Peak! Zhang Qinghe is so mad that he led the Zhang disciples to attack the six inner sect peaks. Now, Sect Leader Long Xian'er has been injured by Zhang Qinghe's sneak attack and has fled to our Divine Deer Peak. The leader of the Divine Cold Peak is also here. Long Xian'er ordered me to issue the Sect Leader's Order. All the Long disciples from the six inner sect peaks must gather at our Divine Deer Peak. I, Ning, will open the formation and let you in. From now on, any disciple in the Divine Fire Sect who dares to follow Zhang Qinghe will be killed without mercy! I, Ning Daoran, will do what I say!"

Suddenly, streaks of light came from all directions.

Ning Daoran put the marks of Long Xian'er, the master of Shenhan Peak and Huang Xianyu into the Taixu Guiyi Formation, and let these three people identify whether the disciples who defected to Shenlu Peak were disciples with the surname Long.

As for the disciple named Zhang, no matter what their stance is, they will never be allowed to enter Shenlu Peak at this time.

……

Not long after, Shenxiao Peak and Shenhan Peak were successively conquered. At this time, five of the six inner peaks of Shenhuo Sect were under the control of Zhang Qinghe.

As the sky gradually brightened, wisps of light rose in the air, and spirit boats and imperial instruments took off into the sky. Led by Zhang Qinghe, the Zhang family disciples finally approached the Shenlu Peak!
At this time, the top of Shenlu Peak was also densely populated with disciples of the Shenhuo Sect named Long.

Although Long Xian'er was injured in a sneak attack, the heritage of the Long lineage of the Divine Fire Sect was basically preserved intact.

At dawn, the morning light penetrated the clouds and shone onto Shenlu Peak, dyeing the entire peak with a layer of gold.

"Ning Daoran!"

Zhang Qinghe stood tall in the wind, his eyes sinister, "You are not from the Divine Fire Sect, why do you want to wade into this muddy water? I will give you a chance, leave Shenlu Peak immediately, and I will forgive you for everything that happened before, how about that?"

“Zhang Qinghe!” Long Xian’er held the sword in her hand, her eyes cold, “You beast… after sending Ning Keqing away, you massacred the Long disciples on Shenlu Peak, and you are the leader of the Shenhuo Sect, right?”

"Xian'er, you are confused!"

Zhang Qinghe said calmly, "We are husband and wife, but you don't trust me but trust others? Do you know that you have greatly disappointed me?"

"Pooh!"

Long Xian'er was extremely angry.

Ning Daoran looked at the large group of people in the air and said, "All those who attacked Shenlu Peak, have you decided to follow Zhang Qinghe to usurp the foundation of Shenhuo Sect? Is that right? Standing on the right side this time is a matter of life and death. I advise you to think twice before acting, and don't cut off your own path to survival."

He flicked his sleeve lightly, and the heavy Qinglong Spear appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "It will be easy for Ning to kill Zhang Qinghe at this moment, just like killing a dog. It won't be too difficult. So I will give you one last chance. Leave immediately. Otherwise, all of you will be buried with Zhang Qinghe!"

"Tsk tsk, what a joke!"

An inner sect disciple named Zhang who was in the late Jindan stage sneered, "If we don't follow the ancestor, then should we follow you? Guest Ning, do you think too highly of yourself? After being promoted to the middle Yuanying stage, you think you can fight against others and defeat the ancestor?"

"That's fine."

Ning Daoran smiled and said, "Good words cannot persuade a damned ghost."

As he spoke, Ning Daoran turned around and looked at the group of people behind him.

The Great Elder and Huang Xianyu were both here. As elders from other families, they had always been grateful for the gift from the Long family, so they stood on Long Xianer's side at the first moment of the Six Peaks Rebellion.

"Xian'er, look behind you."

Ning Daoran said: "They are the loyal followers of the Divine Fire Sect who will never abandon them. As for the Zhang family you thought of before... humph, they are just a bunch of dogs that can't be tamed."

"Ok!"

Long Xianer nodded heavily.

"Ning Keqing!"

But at this moment, Zhang Qinghe narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Keqing Ning, you want to support Long Xian'er's lineage and go against the will of heaven, right?"

"Exactly."

"Do you dare to accept my challenge, Mr. Ning?"

"Why not?"

Ning Daoran smiled slightly and stepped out of Taixu Guiyi.

"Ning Keqing!"

Long Xian'er hurriedly sent a message: "Zhang Qinghe is very powerful, you...you have to be careful!"

"rest assured."

Ning Daoran transmitted his voice, "Xian'er, after I kill Zhang Qinghe, I will immediately disperse the Taixu Guiyi Formation. At that time, you will lead everyone to kill the Zhang clan members. In addition, order people to activate the mountain protection formation and not allow anyone to enter or leave. None of the Zhang disciples who participated in the Six Peaks Rebellion can be left alive. Remember to cut the grass and root it out to avoid future troubles!"

"it is good!"

Long Xianer nodded.

……

"Zhang Qinghe, old dog!"

Ning Daoran raised the big blue dragon in his hand and said, "Come, I will grant you a death!"

"Young man, you are so arrogant!"

Zhang Qinghe flicked his sleeves and floated down, with magical treasures flying out around him.

Ning Daoran did not release any magical treasures, but just held a big green dragon in his hand.

This 160,000-jin Big Blue Dragon, relying on its brute force, is actually more powerful than any other spiritual treasure!

"You killed my Qian'er, and I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

Zhang Qinghe roared, the magic treasure in his hand flashed with light, and in an instant, thousands of thunders fell from the sky!

"Fellow Daoist Ning, be careful. Zhang Qinghe has a first-grade thunder spirit root and is practicing the extremely powerful Ten Thousand Thunder Art!"

Huang Xianyu's voice came from the formation.

Ning Daoran smiled calmly: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Huang. It's not difficult for Ning to kill a late Nascent Soul cultivator now!"

"???"

Huang Xianyu was confused and didn't know why he said that.

However, the next moment Ning Daoran began to prove himself.

The moment he took a step forward, the rules of space around him changed drastically with a "hum" sound, and martial arts energy surged, pulling Zhang Qinghe into a dragon demon dojo in just a moment!
The dragon and demon's artistic conception surged, and it seemed as if a cubic blood-red secret realm appeared in the air. Everyone could see the figures of Ning Daoran and Zhang Qinghe, but no one could intervene in the fight in that world anymore.

"Old dog, take my bullet!"

Ning Daoran leaped into the air and shot him down with one shot!
At this time, he was already in the middle stage of Hunyuan, and his strength was enough to wield the Big Blue Dragon, but it was still quite strenuous. When the shot fell, Zhang Qinghe sacrificed a spiritual treasure-level shield.

"Bang~~~"

The loud noise was deafening, and the unimaginable power of heaven pressed down and directly smashed the inferior spiritual treasure-level shield into pieces!
At the same time, there was a "crack" sound coming from Zhang Qinghe's arm, and his entire left arm was smashed into pieces!

"How can it be?!"

Zhang Qinghe was horrified.

To be able to instantly shatter a spiritual treasure, one must have a treasure of at least one level higher. Could it be that the spear in the opponent's hand is a treasure of transformation? ?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
How could he, a mere Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, possess a treasure that could transform him into a human form?!

……

"Ning Keqing, who are you?!" Zhang Qinghe was flustered.

"Have you ever heard that people who don't believe in superstition will run into ghosts if they walk too much at night?"

Ning Daoran's blood boiled, and he started to fire the second shot, sneering: "I am the ghost you met."

(End of this chapter)