Chapter 927 Ghost Cultivator Patriarch

The attacks issued by these courtyard guard masters disappeared like a bubble in front of Xue An.

And every time Xue An took a step, countless people would vomit blood and fall down.

In an instant.

Most of these servants and guards were killed or injured, and the rest had lost all courage, and they no longer dared to face Xue An, but turned around and fled in a hurry.

Only then did Xue An calmly say: "Because I come from the same place as the one you enshrined!"

Chang De was shaken all over, and he no longer had the courage to face Xue An, but turned around and ran to the backyard.

Xue An didn't kill him either, instead he followed him leisurely.

soon.

Chang De then rushed into the backyard of the Chang family, which was usually tightly sealed and no one was allowed to enter, and then yelled sadly at a small dark building: "Old Ancestor, save me!"

At this time, Xue An had already stepped into this small courtyard.

When his footsteps just stepped in.

I saw brilliance emerging from the small building, and then a sigh came from it.

"Fellow Daoist, since they are all sealed here, they should be sympathetic to each other. Why do you have to be so hard to force each other?"

Hearing this voice, Xue An looked indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

"First of all, we need to clarify one thing, you are the ones who seal it, not me! And..."

Xue An looked up at the small building.

"What have you done to accumulate this spiritual power in such a barren land, do I need to say more?"

There was a moment of silence in the small building, and then there was a sneer from one person.

"It's really ridiculous. It's not you who sealed it, so why did you come here? To cope with the calamity of this world?"

Xue An smiled slightly, "I said I came to find someone, do you believe me?"

"Hmph! Sure enough, he is another pious guy, that's right! In order to accumulate spiritual power, I did a lot of bad things, but I just wanted to survive. Is there something wrong with that? It's you..."

"Tsk tsk, from the way you look, you must have recovered a bit of your spiritual power not long after you have been here! It seems that you have done no less than me!"

The voice in the small building was full of ridicule and pride.

Xue Jing listened quietly, then shook his head, "There is nothing wrong with trying to survive, but it is wrong for you to act recklessly! As for me..."

Xue An smiled, "How can you compare yourself to me?"

After finishing speaking, Xue An took a step forward, clenched his fist, and blasted out.

boom.

This heavy punch hit the small building directly.

The brilliance above the small building flickered slightly, but it did not waver in the slightest.

Then came the sound of a man laughing wildly from the small building.

"Don't waste your efforts, I used the souls of tens of thousands of people to refine this small building. In this world, it is an invincible existence, and you can't break it!"

"Fellow Daoist, listen to my advice. Now that you've arrived in this swamp world, you might as well put aside those messy nonsense morals and rely on your strength and mine to enjoy yourself here. Wouldn't it be a good thing?"

Xue An didn't say a word.

This person seemed to see that there was a door, and he couldn't help being a little more enthusiastic in his words.

"Actually, I don't want to do such a thing.

But centuries of solitude will drive you crazy, and do you believe it? Even if they are as strong as us, they will gradually age in this ghost place and eventually die! "

"I once saw with my own eyes a strong Jinxian who died of old age in front of me. At that time, I swore that I must live!"

"Fellow Daoist looks like he possesses a secret technique! If you really sympathize with the natives of this world, why not share this secret technique with me, and I will promise not to kill innocent people in the future. What do you think?"

These voices are full of powerful deceptive power.

But Xue An slowly raised his head and smiled at the small building.

"You seem to think that I can't open your little building?"

"Hehe, my friend, if I don't have this confidence, do you think I can live so long?"

Xue An didn't respond directly to this guy's words, but looked at the runes on the small building, and then said calmly: "Look at the layout above, you should be a ghost cultivator!"

There was another moment of silence in the small building, and then came a voice of surprise, "You...you actually know ghost cultivators?"

"Not only do I know, but... I can also see that before you entered here, you should be a true immortal! Right?"

There was a trace of panic in the voice of the owner of the small building, "You...what is your origin? Why do you know so much?"

Xue An smiled coldly, "Me? I am an existence you can't even imagine!"

As he said that, Xue An's eyes were radiant, and then he raised his hand, using his hand as a sword, and slammed it down.

boom.

A sword light cut straight down, hitting the top of the small black building.

The small building is safe and sound.

The owner of Xiaolou let out a long breath, and then said with a chuckle: "It turns out that I am a swordsman, unfortunately, if I were outside, I might be afraid of you, but in this world, you swordsmen can't break through my defense! "

The voice just fell.

Just heard a continuous crisp sound.

Then the small black building began to disintegrate piece by piece.

"No!" The owner of the small building yelled in horror.

Then, in the small building that started to shatter, a black shadow flew straight into the sky, trying to escape.

Xue An waved his hand and said calmly: "Sword up!"

As he said that, around the black shadow, sword lights emerged, trapping him firmly in it.

The black shadow uttered a desperate howl.

"Why, why do you have such a powerful strength? What's the matter with your spiritual power?"

Xue An waved his hand.

Jianmang flew back with a black shadow.

Then the shadow began to gradually reveal its original shape.

In the end, a charming woman appeared in front of Xue An, and said with tears in her eyes, "My lord, please forgive me..."

Xue An waved his hand impatiently, "If you dare to deceive me with this kind of illusion again, I will kill you right now!"

The woman trembled, her face changed rapidly, and finally turned into a wretched man with a sinister face.

Then the man saluted Xue An deeply in fear, "My lord!"

Xue An looked at him, and after a while he lowered his eyes and said, "How long have you been here?"

"Back... back to my lord, it's been a hundred years!"

"Has it been in Shengjing all this day?"

"yes!"

"Then let me ask you, have you ever seen a monster woman appearing in these years?" Xue An asked coldly.

The ghost cultivator thought for a while with a sad face, then shook his head, "I haven't seen it before!"

"Are you sure?" Xue An frowned.

Ghost Xiu nodded hastily, "My lord, how dare I deceive you about this kind of thing! I really haven't seen it before!"

Xue Jing looked at him quietly, and after a while, he nodded.

"Very well, I believe what you say!"

The ghost cultivator was overjoyed.

But the next moment, he felt that his entire figure began to shrink sharply, and when he looked again, he had already appeared in Xue An's palm.

"My lord, what are you going to do? No, please spare me!" The ghost cultivator howled in fright.