No one really thinks cultivating immortality is difficult, right?

But in fact, Ye Ping dared to release the Ghost King, so he naturally had his own ideas. Whether the Ghost King would bring chaos to Qingzhou was not decided by the Ghost King, but by him, Ye Ping.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Ye Ping's golden fist slammed on the stone tablet again and again. The dragon roars resounded again and again, and the cracks on the stone tablet became bigger and bigger.

"Ye Ping, I advise you not to release the Ghost King. Once the Ghost King is released, even if he can delay me, he is bound to bring disaster to the world. By then, the entire Qingzhou will be destroyed."

"When that time comes, all the karma and sins of the people killed by the Ghost King will be placed on you. Do you understand?"

Outside the seal of the Ghost King, Han Mo frowned. He spoke loudly with a dark face.

He really didn't expect that Ye Ping came to Linhe Ghost Tomb to release the Ghost King?

If this was really released, he would be in real trouble. With his own cultivation level, he would not be able to resist the Linhe Ghost King at all.

"Senior Han, I don't need to release the Ghost King. As long as you leave, leave now, I don't need to release the Ghost King."

Ye Ping bombarded the stone tablet. To be honest, he felt a little weak. What if the Ghost King came out and started a killing spree? He was afraid of the cause and effect karma, so he would not release the Ghost King unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Okay, as long as you hand over the Tenth Princess to me, I can leave and won't hurt you, how about that?"

Han Mo didn't expect that Ye Ping actually had this trick. He looked very unhappy and even regretted not killing Ye Ping earlier.

It’s all my fault for being greedy and wanting to get Ye Ping’s unique inheritance. Now that I think about it, I was so stupid.

"Okay, I can hand the princess over to you, but I see that we hit it off right away and I want to talk about life with her. How about I take her to Lizhou first, and then hand her over to you when we get there?"

Ye Ping asked.

"hehe!"

Han Mo couldn't help but sneer after hearing this. He knew that there were people from the Great Xia Dynasty in Lizhou. If he went to Lizhou, not to mention the Tenth Princess, he would be dead.

boom.

At this moment, Han Mo didn't waste any words. He stepped directly into the Ghost King's tomb. Surrounded by a lot of resentment, Han Mo took out a jade pendant. In an instant, the jade pendant emitted a green light, blocking these resentful souls.

At the same time, sword energy shot out, turning into lightning and striking Ye Ping directly on the back.

Clang Clang Clang.

The sword energy hit Ye Ping's back, causing a huge explosion. Ye Ping concentrated all his magic power on his back, and the Zhulong Ancient Seal, Zhulong Immortal Acupoint, and the Ancient God and Demon Body were all released, but he was still severely damaged.

puff.

A mouthful of blood spurted onto the stone tablet. Ye Ping did not move, but he was injured.

boom.

But Ye Ping didn't hesitate at all and bombarded the stone tablet again.

As long as the stone tablet is blown to pieces, there is a chance of survival; otherwise, there is no solution to this situation.

"Go to hell if you are stubborn."

The next moment, Han Mo's voice rang out, and he formed seals with his hands. Hundreds of green sword qi condensed and turned into an extremely terrifying sword qi.

Rushed directly towards Ye Ping.

This sword energy is enough to kill Ye Ping.

A terrifying sense of crisis came over Ye Ping, and his hair stood on end.

But he gritted his teeth, put in all his strength, and punched the stone tablet again.

"True Dragon Ancient Fist."

Ye Ping's fist turned into a dragon shape, shaking the void. This punch hit the stone tablet, and the stone tablet cracked in an instant, almost breaking.

But unfortunately, the seal is too deep and still difficult to break.

And Han Mo's sword light had already appeared behind him.

At this moment, Ye Ping was speechless.

He did not choose to escape, because he knew that if he escaped, Han Mo could still chase him, and he would die sooner or later. It would only delay time.

"Mad, I will never be a good person in my next life."

At this moment, Ye Ping cursed in his heart. He did not regret it because regret was useless.

But at this moment, Xia Qingmo's voice rang out.

"My benefactor, keep smashing."

Xia Qingmo's voice rang out, and the next moment, she appeared in front of Ye Ping, blocking the sword energy.

boom!

A sword energy as long as three meters long struck in front of Xia Qingmo, but an invisible force blocked the sword energy, and a necklace on Xia Qingmo's neck broke directly.

This is her magic weapon for protection, but it can only be used once.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ping punched the stone tablet again without any hesitation.

boom.

The stone tablet was in even worse condition, and it was almost shattered into pieces.

But at this moment, Taoist Han Mo's sword energy came again.

In this situation, no one will hesitate, and whoever hesitates will die.

As the sword energy came towards him, Xia Qingmo also became desperate.

Ye Ping was too late to make the final blow.

Death is near.

But just when Ye Ping and Xia Qingmo were in despair.

An extremely powerful voice sounded.

"My friend, come on, smash it. I'll help you block it."

As the sound rang out, the Ghost King's Tomb shook instantly.

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Following a strong voice.

In an instant, all the resentment in the Ghost King’s Tomb gathered behind Ye Ping.

He blocked Han Mo's sword.

boom.

The Demon-Suppressing Stele was damaged again, but what left Ye Ping speechless was that this stele seemed to be powered by a magic weapon. Even in this state, how could it still remain strong?

Bro, stop holding on, and break apart quickly.

Ye Ping was really getting anxious.

Although he didn't know who was helping him, if this continued, he would be in trouble.

"Don't panic, buddy, just focus and I'll take care of the rest."

The voice continued to sound, telling Ye Ping not to panic, he would be responsible for Han Mo.

boom.

Hearing this, Ye Ping didn't care about anything else. He stared at the stone tablet and punched it again and again.

Behind Ye Ping, the terrifying resentment blocked Han Mo's attacks again and again.

In an instant, Han Mo knew who was secretly attacking.

"Ye Ping, this is the Ghost King. He wants to come out. If you let him out, we will all die. In this way, I won't cause you any trouble, as long as you hand the princess over to me."

"Ye Ping, the matter of the Tenth Princess involves too many things. If you want to protect her by force, it will also be a disaster for you. Aren't you afraid that your sect will be implicated?"

"The Demon God Cult is not a small sect. There are many powerful people in the Demon God Cult. If they know that you ruined their plan, you will definitely die."

"Ye Ping, calm down. Think about it carefully. Think about your senior brother and your master. If one day, the Demon God Cult attacks your sect, and the Tenth Princess hides in the Great Xia Dynasty, what will be the fate of your sect?"

"There is one more thing. You released the Ghost King. Even if I die, do you think you can escape? This Ghost King is treacherous, despicable, and shameless. He kills people without blinking an eye. Can you subdue him?"

Taoist Han Mo was really panicked.

If the Ghost King really came out, he would be doomed, so he didn't want to provoke Ye Ping anymore. As long as he took the Tenth Princess away, Ye Ping would pretend that he had never seen her.

Sure enough, after Taoist Han Mo said this, Ye Ping calmed down.

He frowned slightly, thinking about what Han Mo said. What would happen if the disciples of the Demon God Cult broke into the Qingyun Taoist Sect?

But after Ye Ping stopped, the voice of the Ghost King rang out.

"My friend, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and smash it. Do you still believe in this kind of nonsense? No matter how powerful the Demon God Cult is, what can it do? Can it turn the world upside down? Is the Great Xia Dynasty just for fun?"

"Also, who is despicable and shameless? Who kills without blinking an eye? Who is insidious and cunning? Don't worry, my friend, when I get out, I will definitely not hurt you."

The Ghost King cried out. He was very excited and nervous. He had been sealed in the Linhe Ghost Tomb for hundreds of years. He never thought that one day he would have a chance to be unsealed. To be honest, he felt that he was about to die.

Now that someone has broken the seal, how can he not be excited? How can he not be excited?

Just now.

Ye Ping thought it through.

If the disciples of the Demon God Cult attack Qingyun Taoist Sect, that would be great, then there would be no Demon God Cult from then on.

Isn't this great?

Everyone in Qingyun Taoist Sect is a peerless master, so why would they be afraid of a mere Demon God Sect?

Even if my senior brothers and sisters don't take action, it's enough for me to rely on myself. Doesn't being a disciple of the Demon God Cult mean merit?

Thinking of this, Ye Ping punched faster and more powerfully.

In an instant, Han Mo's face changed. He didn't expect Ye Ping to dare to continue smashing?

Are you really going to die?

Aren’t you afraid that your sect will be destroyed?

"Yes, yes, that's right, that's the feeling, good, very good, very good, smash this stone tablet, hehehe."

When the Ghost King's voice rang out, he wanted to dance, but unfortunately, he was suppressed in the hill and couldn't move at all.

"Ye Ping, you are crazy!"

In an instant, Han Mo ran, he really ran, because the stone tablet was really about to shatter, and once it shattered, he would surely die.

"Roar."

A huge dragon roar was heard.

The next moment, the Demon-Suppressing Stele shattered.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the entire mountain was shaking, all the formations in the Linhe Ghost Tomb collapsed, the monstrous ghost energy filled the air, and the sky turned dark on the spot.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

“Hahahahaha…cough cough cough!”

A deafening laugh rang out, spreading across a thousand miles. The resentful demon in the prison revived, and all the resentment poured into the hill.

At this moment, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and dark clouds rolled in, covering thousands of miles.

Gusts of evil wind broke the big trees, as if it was the end of the world.

The devil of the great prison was born. In an instant, he appeared in an ancient temple thousands of miles away from the Linhe Ghost Tomb.

An old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the ghost tomb by the river in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and horror.