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Zou Ping only moved his fingertips lightly, but Wu Tang kept paying attention to him and reacted immediately.

The two had a tacit understanding, Wu Tang's expression changed, and Wen Yanke immediately understood what he meant.

Almost in an instant, a gust of wind blew in through the broken door, different from the previous Xifeng with raindrops, but a howling wind.

With a sound of "creak", the remaining half of the debris at the door was swept away, and the curtain on the window sill was instantly torn into pieces by the howling wind.

The wind entered the room, Wu Tang didn't feel uncomfortable sitting on the bed, but saw the rattle of the curtains on the bed, coupled with the biting wind, it seemed that it was going to squeeze the meridians along the skin.

For a moment, Wu Tang seemed to see shadows in the room, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him and Wen Yanke, who were queuing up to squeeze in from the door. Just got a little thicker.

"Thank you very much..." Zou Ping's facial features were friendly, his small eyes flashed, and he smiled at Wu Tang, "If it weren't for you, I would have to wait hundreds of years to gather all the nine infants."

"You are a demon cultivator." Wu Tang said with certainty.

Wen Yanke only wiped the long sword, without any surprise on her face, as if she already knew it.

Wu Tang gritted his teeth, held a Five Thunder Talisman in his palm and flew towards Zou Ping again, and sternly shouted: "Break!"

But before the spell landed on Zou Ping, a phantom appeared to block Zou Ping. The phantom was scattered, but Zou Ping was unscathed.

There was a hiss before the phantom scattered, and the ghosts in the room who were already full of resentment suddenly became more violent, and almost rushed towards Zouping, but they were stopped by an invisible force. Distorted and resentful, even the group of ghosts outside seemed to be a little bit unable to control their figure, the hostility in the room suddenly became much stronger than before, and there were ghosts crying and howling around, making people feel like they were in hell.

Wu Tang looked at the soul-inducing banner in Zou Ping's hand, even though he had expected it, the reality was more cruel than he imagined.

Zou Ping is a Demon Cultivator, presumably the same is true for other people, the brothers who have been in the same sect for hundreds of years are actually Demon Cultivators, and no one in such a big sect has noticed?

Wu Tang's heart was awe-inspiring, and he felt that he was too stupid. Since even Zou Ping and Lan Qing were demon cultivators, there must have been many demon cultivators hidden in the sect, and they might have already formed a web with countless threads.

Zou Ping was noncommittal, just smiled kindly: "Don't worry, two junior brothers, as long as you go back with me, I will keep you safe."

The dark energy in the room seemed to be strong, and a large number of ghosts approached Wu Tang with ferocious faces, and their figures gradually solidified. After a cursory look, it was difficult for Wu Tang to count an accurate number.

These ghosts looked at Zou Ping with resentment in their eyes, but they couldn't help but squeezed towards the bed, their resentment was so strong that one could almost hear their cries before they died.

Wu Tang looked around and saw that there were too many ghosts. Those in the front row were all cultivating foundations and practicing Qi, while those outside the room could see a few gold pills here and there.

But Zou Ping's new nascent souls were hidden behind the mountain of souls and the sea of ​​souls, and there was no one in sight.

Wu Tang's heart became more and more heavy. There were so many ghosts, even if he threw all his spells into it, he couldn't get rid of them all. He didn't want to waste his spells to deal with them.

When the ghost reached the bedside, it began to bite and pull Wutang's bed and Wen Yanke who was guarding the bedside. Wen Yanke didn't move at first until the ghost tore off a corner of his robe.

Wen Yanke drew out her long sword and slashed across the air. The sword energy split the ghosts in the room into two, and the ghosts in the front row were cut in half.

But their severed limbs and broken arms attracted bites from the back row, and even the ghosts with only half of their bodies wanted to fight for them. In the end, the crippled ghosts were swallowed up, and a small half of the ghosts were missing. The rest of the room gave birth to two golden core stages.

The rest of the ghosts were much fuller and more agile. They tore off most of Wen Yanke's sleeves, bit off a corner of the bedpost, and the wooden bed suddenly became unstable and shifted to one side.

Seeing this, Wen Yanke frowned, and stood in front of Wu Tang again to help him block the ghost tearing the bed, and the ghost who had nowhere to go could only climb towards him alone.

A cold light flashed across Wen Yanke's eyes, but the next sword qi was directed not at the ghost in front of her, but at Zou Ping who was sitting leisurely in a corner of the room and watching the play.

This burst of sword energy came so suddenly, Zou Ping only had time to hastily control the two ghosts of the Foundation Establishment stage to block in front of him, barely protecting the gate of life, but his right arm was severed.

"Oh!" Zou Ping groaned in pain and Yinhun roared at the same time.

Those two ghosts were swallowed up by those waiting below in an instant, and another golden core stage stood up in the ghosts.

Beads of sweat broke out on Zou Ping's forehead, but before he could use his spirit energy to recover, the next sword energy came one after another.

Fortunately, he was more or less prepared at this time, mobilizing the three foundation building stages beside him to block in front of him, but there was still some omission, and a sword cut was made on his thigh.

Another golden core stage stood up in the ghost, but the formation was torn apart.