Maoshan Ghost King

In the end, there were only three people left to face Taoist Huangye in the final battle, Monk Hua, Wu Jiuyin and Ge Yu.

The three of them and Taoist Huang Ye tried their best. Ge Yu even used the "Baopu Celestial Elephant Skill", but they were still no match for Taoist Huang Ye in the Fairyland. In the end, Wu Jiuyin had to fight to the death with Huang Ye. The Taoist died together, and he used the Yin-Yang Eight-Head Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra. After receiving the sword from the Huangye Taoist, he hugged him and gave everyone time to escape.

Monk Hua quickly stood up and ran quickly in the direction of Wu Jiuyin, then called to Li Banxian and his uncle, and hurriedly led the people to evacuate.

When Li Banxian, an old man, saw this situation, he felt mixed emotions in his heart and even burst into tears.

After so many years of traveling around and experiencing countless hardships, even when I was dealing with Bai Maitreya, I was not in such a miserable situation now.

Li Banxian originally thought about going up and fighting with Taoist Huangye, but with his head burning like this, everyone would probably die here. It would be fine if he died, but there were Bai Zhan and Yue Qiang, so someone had to survive. ah.

Gritting his teeth, Li Banxian rushed directly to Bai Zhan and Yiyang Yang who were not far away, and called over the sacred beasts Yazhen and Prisoner Niu, and placed these seriously injured people directly on their bodies, and brought Ge Yu with him. Collected.

At this moment, he didn't even bother to look at their injuries, he just had to evacuate as soon as possible.

When those people from the Kunlun Sect saw such a big movement here, and Taoist Huangye seemed to be controlled by Wu Jiuyin, the people from the Kunlun Sect also rushed over in a mighty manner, and everyone moved out together. .

Just when Li Banxian placed the seriously injured people on the sacred beasts Yazhen and Prisoner Niu, Wu Jiuyin was holding the Huangye Taoist and constantly devouring his cultivation and spiritual power.

Holding the purple golden bowl, Monk Hua also rushed towards Taoist Huang Ye, planning to make a last ditch effort.

Before Lao Hua could get closer, Taoist Huangye said to Wu Jiuyin in front of him: "What a good boy, you actually exchanged your life with Pindao. Do you think you can control Pindao with this technique? Pindao is not like that. The little Japanese Miyamoto Taro, he is just in the early stages of reaching the Immortal Realm, while Pindao broke through to the Immortal Realm thirty years ago. Even this technique can be cracked by Pindao."

"Then try breaking it!" Wu Jiuyin gritted his teeth and frantically ran the Yin-Yang Eight-Head Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra. Black energy filled his body, wrapping up Taoist Huangye.

Wu Jiuyin was hit by a sword, which was a penetrating wound. Fortunately, it was not pierced through the heart, but into his right chest. His lungs had already been pierced by the magic sword, so he was not in danger of his life for the time being.

This was Wu Jiuyin's last ditch effort.

When Taoist Huangye first came into contact with the Yin-Yang Eight-Head Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra, he did feel a sense of soreness and numbness, and was unable to move. And the spiritual power in his body did pour into Wu Jiuyin's body continuously, and there was also a ball of The aura was entrenched in Wu Jiuyin's wound, helping him heal it.

Taoist Huang Ye sneered, suddenly began to take a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, veins popped up on his face, and suddenly shouted: "Broken!"

Just one word rang in Wu Jiuyin's ears. At that moment, Wu Jiuyin felt as if he had been struck by lightning. There was a roar above his head and his head was buzzing.

At the critical moment, Taoist Huang Ye actually used the Taoist lion's roar technique. This loud shout almost made Wu Jiu's soul fly away, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

It was precisely because of this Lion's Roar Technique that there was a short blank period in the Yin-Yang Eight-Head Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra. Huang Ye Taoist's body suddenly became able to move again. Without waiting for a moment of rest, Huang Ye Taoist moved towards Wu Jiu. Yin slapped him again, and this palm hit Wu Jiuyin directly on the left chest. With a muffled groan, Wu Jiuyin flew away like a cannonball.

After landing on the ground, Wu Jiuyin's vision went dark, the world was spinning, and he felt like his soul was about to leave his body.

Taoist Huang Ye was furious. He held the blood-stained Xuanyuan Sword and approached Wu Jiuyin again, planning to kill him with one sword strike.

At this time, Monk Hua had already rushed to Wu Jiuyin's side desperately. Without saying a word, he took out a life-threatening elixir from his body and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Even a serious injury could keep Wu Jiuyin from breathing for another three days.

Then, Monk Hua stood up again and stood in front of Wu Jiuyin, holding the purple gold bowl in one hand and the Demon-Conquering Pestle in the other.

"Let's go. Today, the poor Taoist has decided to kill him alone. This can be regarded as an explanation to Kunlun." Taoist Huangye looked at Monk Hua and said.

"I am willing to die for him." Monk Hua said solemnly.

"You can't. Look at the purple golden bowl in your hand. It should be the magic weapon of Mount Wutai. It can only be used by the abbot. This Wu Jiuyin has no family or sect. He will be killed if he wants. I, Kunlun, don't want to offend Mount Wutai yet. "Huangye Taoist said again.

"If he dies, you will offend even more people. Not only Wutai Mountain, but almost the entire Huaxia Sect." Monk Hua said again.

"Since you insist on stopping, then die with him." Taoist Huang Ye's face darkened, he raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and slashed at Monk Hua, who then knocked out the purple golden bowl. , but was knocked dozens of meters away by the sword energy of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Monk Hua gritted his teeth and tried his best. With a heartbeat, he directly launched two angry-eyed Vajras and started fighting with Taoist Huang Ye.

Even Wu Jiuyin and Ge Yu couldn't stop the Taoist Huang Ye, and Monk Hua was certainly not able to stop him. After three or five moves, Taoist Huang Ye struck Monk Hua in the heart with his sword, sending him flying out and rolling down on the ground. There was no movement.

The next moment, Taoist Huang Ye held the Xuanyuan Sword and approached Wu Jiuyin step by step.

Although he was seriously injured and dying, Wu Jiuyin still retained some consciousness. After so many years in the world, Wu Jiuyin never thought that he would die this way in the end. He wanted to see how the other party killed him, so he must remember That face of Taoist Huangye.

"You shouldn't have come to Kunlun." Taoist Huangye raised the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"If I had known this result... I would still come to Kunlun..." Wu Jiuyin said with difficulty, his eyes blurred by blood.

"It's a pity, but if you die in the hands of a poor Taoist, you won't lose anything. I'll send you on your way." Taoist Huang Ye slashed Wu Jiuyin's neck with his huge sword.

But before the sword fell on Taoist Huang Ye's neck, a sudden huge crisis made Taoist Huang Ye stand up with white hair all over his body.