After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

"It's a secret realm! No, could it be that a fairy treasure has appeared?"

Wu Yingchun's handsome face was surprised at first, and then his brows knitted. How could a treasure appear on such a low mountain in the distance?

Moreover, he was already injured, and if the fight broke out again, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

He looked at the girl beside him, then at the shining rays of light, and murmured, "It always feels like a disaster rather than a blessing."

Concubine Yu withdrew her gaze. She knew herself well and knew that even if a magical treasure was born, it would have nothing to do with her.

She turned her head and met the young man's eyes, a hint of worry lingering in her voice.

"Senior brother."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, he understood what the girl meant and forced a smile on his face: "Such a big phenomenon, I'm afraid that people within a hundred miles will be alarmed. Now we don't have the strength to covet this treasure, so let's bypass it first."

After saying this, he looked at the colorful glow in the distance with a bit of reluctance, and then changed direction with Yu Fei.

The five-colored halo in the mountains circulated, and in a short while, several rays of light flew towards the place where the rosy glow was. Wherever the rays of light passed, the birds in the forest were frightened and fled in all directions. For a while, the only sound in the world was the whooshing sound of the rays of light passing by.

An old man with an immortal look drove the spirit shuttle to the sky above the mountain first, and looked at the layers of halos below with shock in his eyes.

He was surrounded by a powerful aura. With his hands behind his back, he just quietly watched the halo brewing below, paying no attention to the continuous sounds of breaking air behind him.

Seeing how arrogant he was, several cultivators behind him saw a gleam in their eyes and discovered the unfathomable spiritual power in his body.

I'm afraid he is a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

The cultivators behind were secretly frightened and silently kept a distance from each other.

woohoo~

At this time, there were bursts of sobbing sounds coming from afar, accompanied by the wailing of evil spirits. Two dark and eerie lights were seen passing by.

Demonic repair.

Upon seeing this scene, the monks ignored their vigilance towards their companions and quickly moved closer to each other, with the old man in the lead, sizing up the two people who were flying over with cautious eyes.

Even the old man standing with his hands behind his back couldn't help but glance sideways.

"Hahaha."

With a heroic laugh, the two demons instantly fell to the other side of the crowd, and were in a subtle confrontation with the others.

"I didn't expect that there are so many foundation-building cultivators in Luzhou."

The middle-aged man in black robe had a resolute face and a cheerful tone.

In his hand was a ghostly soul flag, from which came the wailing and screaming sounds. Although his dark eyes were smiling, they looked particularly cold.

His eyes swept over everyone.

Haha, it seems that all the famous sects around are almost here.

When several righteous monks saw him dressed like this, and the particularly eye-catching soul flag, their hearts trembled. This should be the leader of the Ghost King Sect. The man behind him, also wearing a black robe and a mask, must be the elder of the sect.

The Ghost King Sect's leader was smiling, looking as if he didn't take everyone seriously. When his divine sense detected a figure in a fluttering white robe and with white hair and beard, his expression paused and his brows slightly knitted.

This old immortal is here too.

The old man was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, but he believed that he was not afraid with the help of the soul flag in his hand. The trouble was that this old man would not live long, and he would pass away in the sect in the next few years. If he really risked his life, he would have to give him some leeway.

I just didn't expect that the arrival of today's rare treasure would make this old immortal become rebellious. No wonder he came here as soon as possible.

The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. I was still young, and I didn't come here to fight this old man.

He exhaled foul air, his eyes were cold. His mind moved, and he vaguely sensed the approach of the spiritual pressure of the foundation-building period.

The old man, who was being guarded by the righteous monks, reluctantly moved his gaze away from the rosy glow below and looked towards the dark demon shadow walking in the air opposite.

"The leader of the Ghost King Sect, Mo Yun."

"You came very quickly."

Hearing his old tone, the Ghost King Sect's leader played with a palm-sized ink-colored flag with an inexplicable expression.

"You old fellow, instead of waiting to die in Baiyun Temple, you actually dared to come to our Demon Sect's territory. It seems that you want us to send you off."

"And you guys,"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the group of monks around the old man, his eyes were cold.

"I came here uninvited today. I'm afraid you want to be buried here."

After saying that, he threw the small flag in his hand, which turned into a ghost flag several feet long and fluttered behind him. The ghost energy surged like a tide, instantly covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand meters. There were constant wailing of souls on the inky flag, as if they had fallen into a quagmire and were struggling constantly.

For a moment, dark clouds covered the sun, and the surroundings seemed to be in a ghostly hell where one could not see one’s hand in front of one’s face.

This terrifying momentum immediately made several cultivators look ugly. How many lives must have been killed to have this appearance. I am afraid it has to advance to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The Qi Refining cultivators who had rushed over from the forest were all horrified and terrified when they saw this.

The old man showed no fear at all when he saw this. He suddenly put his hands together, and the spiritual energy in his body surged. When his palms separated, a sharp crackling sound was heard.

His hands formed into claws, with purple lightning splashing out of them. His white robes swelled up as the electric wires spread. For a moment, star-like purple rays pierced through the surrounding darkness, drowning out the wails of thousands of wronged souls in the sky.

As the two men confronted each other, both the righteous and the evil used their magic and weapons, and the tension between the two sides immediately spread, forcing the Qi-cultivating monks below to flee in panic.

The two of them confronted each other for a few breaths. The middle-aged man in black robe looked at the thunder magic in his hand with a little fear, and could not help but snorted coldly and retracted the soul flag. Now it is not time to fight, wait until the strange treasure comes out and then compete with him.

Seeing this, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The lightning in his hand disappeared and the thunder weakened. If a fight really broke out, he, a monk who had one foot in the coffin, was afraid that he would consume more of his limited lifespan. Then he would really die here.

It would also make the Ghost King Sect more famous, which he did not want to see.

The middle-aged man in black robe looked at the shining spiritual light in the valley below and found that there was an invisible terrifying wave emanating from it. This was a pressure that he could not even feel from a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

Could this be a treasure left behind by a Nascent Soul cultivator? Wouldn't it be possible to ascend to heaven in one step if I took it away?

His eyes gradually became hot and he stared at the valley.

After a cup of tea, more than ten foundation-building cultivators had gathered in the valley, and there were countless Qi-refining cultivators rushing in. If this place was not the mortal world, I'm afraid that there would be Jindan and even Yuanying cultivators coming here soon.

Even so, all the cultivators were feeling anxious. If they delayed any further and a Jindan cultivator came, they would not even be able to drink the soup.

The eyes of the demon cultivators were red as they stared at the valley below.

Suddenly, in front of the eyes of all the monks, the glow in the valley below began to ripple, and the mountain-like pressure suddenly disappeared.

This sudden scene immediately made people happy.

Two demon cultivators could not contain their excitement and immediately rushed towards the colorful halo that was beginning to condense.

Before the middle-aged man in black robe made any move, the old man with a sage-like demeanor could no longer hold back his emotions and shouted angrily, "You're looking for death!"

After saying this, he clasped his hands together.

"Assist in managing the cardinals, control yin and yang, and follow the laws of the earth."

The old man was seen with lightning flashing all over his body. He used the Five Thunders Method and pointed at the two of them, shouting, "Attract the thunder!"

Click!

It was like thunder roaring across heaven and earth, waking all living things from hibernation.

In an instant, lightning flashed, and two purple yang lightning bolts as thick as arms struck the two demon cultivators.

This attack was launched with hatred, and all his strength was used.

The two demon cultivators were only at the initial stage of foundation building, and they hurriedly used their magic tools to resist. However, all the demon cultivators in the world were defeated by the Yang Lei, and there was only a loud cracking sound.

With just a scream, the black-patterned magic weapon of one of the men only blocked the attack for a moment, but was still pierced through by the blow. The remaining power instantly shattered the man's lower body.

The other person knew that he could not stop it, so he urged his spiritual power before the Yang Lei approached him, expended his blood essence to perform the Blood Escape Technique, split into five and fled in panic. Even so, three blood shadows were still shattered by the Yang Lei.

The remaining two rays crossed hundreds of meters in a few flashes and flew into the sky without looking back.