Chapter 687： Brother, you are confused

Successfully subdued Ge Xuan.

Yan Zhixu raised his feet to leave the pig sty, when he clearly noticed a strong monstrous aura rising from the house.

This sinister aura was more than ten times stronger than the previous one, and it was still growing rapidly. The ground was shaking as if something was about to break out of the ground.

She clenched the frost flower sword in her hand and looked around with a vigilant look.

"boom--"

In vain, there was a loud noise.

The ground of the pigsty was broken open by a powerful force, and a coffin covered with spells appeared.

Those talismans with thin power fell to the ground, and the coffin board flew out.

A gust of wind blew up, and a man emerged from the coffin and floated in mid-air.

He was wearing a red wedding dress, his face was as pale as paper, and he was thin, with only the skeleton left, and his appearance was terrifying.

Lin Yaozhi sensed the breath on the bracelet, and said fiercely, "Junior, is it you who hurt my wife? Oh, you will pay for what you did."

Yan Zhixu's grip on the sword increased, and vigilance flashed in his cat eyes.

This man's aura is mysterious and unpredictable, and his cultivation is about to break through the ghost king. He is also one of the best masters in ghost cultivation.

Not to be underestimated!

"If you want to fight, you will fight, no need to say more!"

"That's as you wish!"

Lin Yaozhi said no more nonsense, his body floating in the air quickly flew towards Yan Zhixu.

He slapped his palm with momentum like a rainbow, and the palm print that appeared out of thin air kept getting bigger and bigger.

"disease!"

Yan Zhixu snorted softly, took out his long sword, and clenched his other hand. He took over the palm print filled with black mist. His strength was comparable to that of Mount Tai, and his body was forced to keep retreating.

"That's all you can do?"

Lin Yaozhi's eyes were filled with disdain, and he fiercely hit the second palm again.

Suppressed by two strong forces, Yan Zhixu's body was lifted off, hitting the wall of the pigsty and falling to the ground.

"puff……"

Her internal organs were attacked, and a mouthful of bright red blood spewed out of her mouth, and the Frost Foil Sword in her hand fell to the side.

Unwilling to admit defeat, he supported his body and stood up, took out a fire talisman and threw it at the opponent, who knew that the talisman was picked up by Lin Yaozhi, played and shredded.

In his hand, a long whip with a **** scent changed, "The yellow-haired girl dares to deceive my lover, I want your life today."

The whip swung out, breaking through the air, causing a torrent, wrapping Yan Zhixu's body, and falling to the wall of the pigsty.

"Boom—boom—"

The wall collapsed suddenly and the bricks rolled down, she quickly used her spiritual power to resist.

Not having time to take care of Lin Yaozhi, he retracted his long whip and his body jumped up beside her.

With a palm, it slapped her chest at close range, and the huge force almost shattered the tendons.

"puff……"

Blood spit out from his mouth again, Yan Zhixu's spiritual power seemed to be exhausted, and he passed out in a dark coma.

——

Medical point, a lighted office.

Fu Shimo was wearing a white coat, holding a black ballpoint pen in his hand, and focused on drawing circles on the case.

He held the pen for a while, his chest aching for a while, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood without warning.

"Cough cough cough..."

Fu Shimo put down the pen in his hand, took out a tissue to wipe the blood on the table, and threw the **** into the trash can. Many images suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the majestic palace, two men in white robes sat face to face, and the older man glared angrily at the person who was drinking tea calmly in front of him.

The picture became clearer and the quarrel was fierce.

He clearly saw that the face of the man who was drinking tea slowly was no different from his own.

"Junior Brother, you are confused!"

"Are you really going to experiment with the forbidden spells on ancient books for your disciple?!"

The older man patted the table hard and stood up abruptly, his mature and steady face full of anger.