Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

A murderous aura lingered in the air. A figure the size of a child stepped out from the evil aura. It was Rakshasa Ghost Child, who Ao Lingchen had a conflict with not long ago. He was the one who had countered the attack of the Flying Immortal.    

"Ao Lingchen?"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child clenched his fingers tightly. A crisp sound of bone cracking was heard, and a fierce light flashed across his eyes.    

"How dare you come to the territory of Ghost Fiend Hall? Good, very good!"    

As soon as the voice faded, the ghost aura surged violently. Black snowflakes started floating around. As the snowflakes flew around, the temperature dropped drastically. It felt like winter had suddenly arrived.    

"This is not the Ghost Fiend Hall's territory!"    

Ao Lingchen's pitch-black eyes stared at Rakshasa Ghost Child without any fear!    

His spiritual energy lingered around him, as if he was wearing an invisible armor. When the cold black snow fell, it was bounced away.    

Since he had come, he should take it easy. Before coming, Ao Lingchen had long thought that he would encounter such a situation!    

"Senior Ghost Child, could it be that I don't have any presence in your eyes? How sad!"    

Qing Chen stood with his sword in hand, and a slightly resentful voice sounded out from his mouth.    

Sharp sword light lingered around his body, and when the falling snowflakes neared him, they instantly disappeared.    

"Pretending!"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child looked at Qing Chen, who had a calm expression and was full of resentment, and the ghostly fire in his eyes grew bigger and bigger. He stared at the person in front of him like a devil and said ruthlessly. “ If I kill the few of you here... I think the Essence Sword Sect will be in great pain! "    

As if he couldn't hear Rakshasa Ghost Child's threat, Qing Chen chuckled and said, "Could it be that the Ghost Fiend Hall has fallen to the point where the elders have to deal with the younger generation?"    

"I think so too. After all, there is no one in the younger generation of the Ghost Fiend Hall!"    

After saying that, Qing Chen raised his head and looked at Rakshasa Ghost Child proudly. He didn't fear the person in front of him, even if he was an elder of the Ghost Fiend Hall, a terrifying Half Step Royal King!    

"Provoke?" Rakshasa Ghost Child looked at the proud and confident Qing Chen in front of him with ridicule. He was too naive to think that Qing Chen would use provocation to deal with him!    

"I have to say that you are good at goading me. Unfortunately, I have never been fooled by this!"    

A disdainful and cold laugh was heard. Ghost howls were heard, and a murderous aura was rolling around. It was as if thousands of ghosts were roaring, and a strong murderous aura instantly enveloped the few people in front of them.    

"Since there is no one from the younger generation of the Ghost Fiend Hall, we will need the help of the older generation. Let's fight!"    

Qing Chen took a step forward. Surging Yuan Qi rushed out like a tsunami. The sword in his hand shone with a bright green light, and a storm of sword Qi covered his entire body.    

Even if the person in front of him was a Half Step Royal King, there was no way he could escape!    

"Haha, Senior Brother is right. Let's fight!"    

Tian Haiyu laughed and took a step forward. He held a silver spear that was emitting a sharp light in his hand, and his expression remained unchanged.    

"Let's fight!"    

Zi Yun was expressionless. She spat out a word coldly. The temperature around her dropped again. What shocked people was that the black snow around her turned into ice particles and fell to the ground.    

Mo Lin was silent as if he was indifferent, but the eight trigram mirror that flickered with flames in his hand from time to time told him what he meant!    

"That day senior was overbearing. Today junior also wants to have a taste of it!"    

Ao Lingchen's expression was solemn. He took a step forward with his right foot and clenched his fists tightly. However, his entire body was filled with killing intent.    

The swordsman was fearless and possessed the strongest heart. All demons and monsters could be destroyed!    

"Good, very good!"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child laughed from extreme anger. He lightly shook his fist, and blue veins appeared on his face. His expression became even more unsightly and gloomy.    

There had never been a junior who dared to offend him in such a way. These few little bastards from the Essence Sword Sect were the first to do so!    

A Half Step Martial King was a man of his word. Even if he wasn't a True King, he wasn't someone his subordinates could provoke.    

The fury in Rakshasa Ghost Child's heart had been ignited!    

"Wuuuu ~"    

The ghostly howls never stopped, and the ghostly shadows in the Yin specters overlapped. The air around Rakshasa Ghost Child's body became colder and colder. The eyes of the ghostly fire that was surging out of his eyes shot out a ruthless gaze, and a voice that was as cold as snow sounded out from his mouth. "Since you have offended my dignity, then die!"    

As soon as he finished speaking, baleful qi surged, and the will of the Fifth Star was accompanied by an enormous ghost shadow. The ghost shadow that had once fought fiercely with Elder Yuan Shen's spirit statue bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it forcefully grabbed towards the five people before it, and the formation seemed as if it intended to kill all five of them in a single strike!    

"Stop!"    

When Ao Lingchen and the others were about to make a move to kill, a domineering voice sounded out, and the Ghost Claw that pounced forward in an instant instantly stopped in midair.    

"Rakshasa, since the younger generation of Essence Sword Sect wants to see the Heavenly Pride of our Ghost Fiend Hall in advance, we'll make their eyes widen!"    

A dark cloud emerged. The moment the dark cloud dissipated, more than ten figures walked out from behind Rakshasa Ghost Child.    

The one who spoke was an old man who led the group. He was tall and thin, and his face looked ancient. He gave people the feeling that he was about to die.    

Behind the old man, a group of young men with different temperaments followed closely behind. Among them, Ao Lingchen's old acquaintance, Gui Mo, was also among them!    

"Yin Li?"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child cast a sideways glance at the person who had just arrived. He frowned slightly. According to his plan, he would kill all of these small defeats in front of him.    

"Qing Chen greets the Yin Sect Master!"    

Qing Chen's pupils shrunk slightly. He had never thought that he would attract this person, the deputy Sect Master of the Ghost Fiend Hall, Yin Li!    

One of the overlords standing at the top of the Desolate Domain.    

Yin Li's eyes focused on Qing Chen. He spoke calmly, "Looks like Essence Sword Sect has produced many good seedlings this year. Not bad!"    

"Senior Miao Zan!" Qing Chen replied indifferently. His voice was unusually calm. He didn't show any signs of fear because of his opponent's identity.    

"You all want to spar?"    

Yin Li asked coldly. His sharp eyes fell upon Qing Chen and the others. Immediately, Ao Lingchen and the others felt a frightening murderous aura rushing towards them.    

Yin Li's eyes became colder and colder. The fact that Qing Chen had severely injured Yin Shisan had made him very unhappy.    

The killing aura around them became more and more violent, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive!    

Ao Lingchen narrowed his eyes, and his eyes sparkled. He was ready to fight at any moment.    

"Since you want to spar with me, then let's do it. Our Ghost Fiend Hall is never afraid of challenges!"    

Staring at the few silent people in front of him, Yin Li said coldly. These few juniors were proud and arrogant. If they didn't teach them a lesson, they wouldn't know what humility was in their next life!    

"Qing Chen, I, Ghost Demon, will fight you!"    

"Yin Xiangfei is here. Who will fight him?"    

"Ghost Fang Mei is here, who will fight me?!"    

"Gui Mo is here. Ao Lingchen, let's fight again!"    

... "!"    

In an instant, waves of invites sounded out. Boundless murderous aura swept across the place, and ghostly figures filled the air within the range of the Yin Qi!    

"Fight!"    

The roars of the warriors rose to the sky, and the killing intent of the flute filled the air. It was suffocating!    

The sound of fighting and killing that came through their ears made Ao Lingchen and the others frown slightly, but they looked at each other.    

"Fight!"    

Yuan Qi surged. A baleful aura flame that was not the slightest bit weak shot up into the sky, contending against the Yin energy!    

Yuan Qi and baleful Qi circled and clashed in midair. Battle intent soared into the sky, and killing intent filled the air!