A sword light flashed and turned into the appearance of a young man. It was Jian Wuming.
Jian Wuming stared at the sect in front of him with a gloomy expression. "There's no need for the Ghost King Sect to exist anymore."
With a cold snort, he strode in.
"Who's there? Stop! "
"How dare you come to the Ghost King Sect and behave so atrociously? Are you tired of living?"
A few ghostly figures suddenly appeared in front of him. They were the gatekeepers of the Ghost King Sect.
When the ghostly figures saw Jian Wuming, they were stunned at first. Then, they laughed out loud.
"Where did this kid come from? How dare he come here?"
"You must be tired of living. Get lost."
"Otherwise, I'll destroy you."
"The ones who will die will be you."
Jian Wuming shouted coldly and slashed out with his sword. The ghostly figures were instantly torn to pieces.
"No, damn it. You're only eight years old. How can you have such powerful sword qi?"
They were all crazy.
Jian Wuming snorted coldly and did not answer.
Another sword slashed at the Ghost King Sect's mountain gate.
With a rumbling sound, the Ghost King Sect's mountain gate was split in half.
A huge crack spread inwards as if it was going to split the entire sect apart.
Boom! Boom!
An earth-shattering sound was heard. The Ghost King Sect's array formation flickered, and ghostly qi filled the sky.
A terrifying light swept through the nine heavens.
Countless cultivators inside were all alarmed.
"Damn it, someone dares to attack us!"
"Who is it? Do you have a death wish? "
One by one, the powerhouses soared into the sky.
The Ghost King Sect's young sect master also came to the void.
He was an extremely evil young man.
With a wave of his hand, he tore open the sky and looked ahead.
He saw a figure walking in.
It was a very young figure.
This guy was only seven or eight years old, right?
A child dared to behave atrociously in their sect. Did he have a death wish?
Jian Wuming was not afraid in the face of so many gazes.
He said coldly, "Where's Feng Ting? What did you do to her? "
"If I find out that she's missing a hair, I'll make sure all of you die without a burial place."
"He's here for Feng Ting! Is he from the Feng Family? "
"Impossible. When did the Feng Family? Such an expert has appeared. "
"Could it be the ancestor of the Feng Clan?"
The young sect master sneered and said, "You should be Feng Ting's adopted son, Feng Yifan, right?"
"I didn't expect you to have the courage to go to the Ghost King Sect alone."
"Since your courage is commendable, kneel on the ground and I'll leave you with an intact corpse."
"You?"
Nameless Sword looked at him and sneered, "You better not have done anything to Fengting. Otherwise, you'll die a horrible death. "
Young Sect Master was enraged when he heard this, "A little kid dares to threaten me?"
"You're courting death."
"Men, take him down for me."
With a command, the surrounding ten or so ghostly figures quickly rushed over. These were all Ghost Cultivators.
They didn't care about dealing with a child.
Jian Wuming waved his finger and sword qi flew out from his fingertip.
It covered the sky and covered the earth.
A biting cold aura filled the air.
Everyone only felt their bodies tremble, as if their souls were about to be split open.
Immediately after, they saw that the few ghost martial artists who had been dispatched were trembling.
Blood-curdling screams rang out as their bodies were pierced by the Sword Qi. All of them died.
They were dead.
This guy's swordsmanship was so powerful.
"He's not a youth. He might be some old monster!"
"Damn it, attack with all your might."
Exclamations of surprise sounded one after another.
These elders of the Ghost King Sect quickly attacked.
Thousand Ghost Array.
In an instant, they cast an extremely terrifying array.
Between heaven and earth, hundreds of Ghost Cultivators danced quickly.
Extremely terrifying ghostly figures filled the air around each of them, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
They enveloped Jian Wuming.
The leading old man laughed out loud. He was a Ghost Sage and the laws on his body were monstrous.
"No matter how strong you are, you're no match for us."
"Foolish thing, you know nothing about my power. Do you really think that I'm just an eight-year-old youth?"
Inside the array, Jian Wuming's voice rang out. Everyone was stunned.
The leading Ghost Sage's pupils constricted, "How is this possible? You're not dead? "
"Why is it like this?"
"Kill him."
He kept urging the laws.
However, at that moment, a small hand gently waved and directly tore apart the Thousand Ghost Array.
The surrounding Ghost Cultivators seemed to have been struck by lightning. They spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and endless cracks appeared on their bodies.
They fell to the ground, their faces full of fear.
A ray of light flew out. That was the power of the laws.
However, when it came to Jian Wuming's side, the laws began to tremble violently.
The corners of Jian Wuming's mouth curled up into a childish smile. He said coldly, "Laws? Do you use the laws too? "
"Let me show you what true laws are. All of you, kneel down and submit to me."
With a cold shout, endless laws flew out from his body and swept out in all directions.
At that moment, the entire Ghost King Sect shook violently.
The leading Ghost Sage could not withstand the power at all. He exploded with a bang and turned into a bloody mist.
The other Ghost Cultivators also shattered one after another. Screams rang out as ghosts wailed and wolves howled.
At that moment, the Ghost King Sect seemed to have turned into Asura Hell.
"Damn it, let me kill you personally."
The Ghost King Sect's young master snorted coldly. The next moment, he took out a flute.
The flute was extremely black. It was made of some kind of black bone.
There were hundreds of millions of ghost heads on it.
"Tune of a Thousand Ghosts!"
The Ghost King Sect's young master activated the black flute. Immediately, a shrill sound rang out, and countless ghost figures appeared.
Thousands of ghost heads appeared beside him.
He said coldly, "I'm a Great Sage. My strength is not something you can imagine."
"Die under the might of a thousand ghosts."
The surrounding phantoms all received the order and charged at Nameless Sword in a frenzy.
The Ghost Cultivators who were still alive were also excited. "That's great!"
Their young master was an existence second only to the Sect Master.
This kid was finally going to die.
That was for sure. No matter how strong he was, he should not be a match for a Great Sage.
Jian Wuming looked at this scene and sneered, "A mere Great Sage dares to be arrogant in front of me?"
"You know nothing about this Emperor's strength."
He snorted coldly, and an extremely terrifying power appeared on his body.
This was the power of the Extreme Path. Once this power appeared, thousands of ghosts would submit.
Jian Wuming's voice was like thunder. Instantly, countless ghost figures were torn apart and turned into ashes.
When the surrounding Ghost King Sect's martial artists saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.
They all knelt on the ground.
How was this possible? That was their young master's full strength attack. Their young master was a Great Sage.
And the Thousand Ghosts Flute in his hand was an extremely terrifying Sacred Artifact.
When the two of them worked together, even a Great God of the same level would not be able to withstand it.
Unless he surpassed a Great Sage.
Could it be that this young man in front of them had surpassed a Great Sage?
They did not dare to imagine.
The Ghost King Sect's young master fell to his knees with a thud. He was suppressed by the aura just now.
He trembled in fear. "What kind of power is this?"
A Boundary Emperor?
Or did he surpass a Boundary Emperor?
"Who are you?"
"Who exactly are you?"
He roared wildly.
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