"Hehe."

A sinister and cold laugh suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying voice said, "The eldest young master of the Su family is not a waste. He can actually detect my presence."

"Who are you?"

Su Ling stepped back subconsciously, staring at the figure wrapped in a black robe in front of him, and asked sternly.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you will be dead soon."

The figure wrapped in the black robe only showed a pair of eyes, and the light in those eyes suddenly became colder.

"Kill me? It's just a foolish dream. Don't forget that this is the Su family. If you dare to make a move, you can't leave alive!"

Su Ling tried his best to stay calm and said in a deep voice.

"With your strength of the fourth level of body refining, can you hold on until others come to rescue you?"

The figure wrapped in the black robe couldn't help but sneer a few times and said contemptuously.

"Fourth level of physical training?"

Su Ling finally realized that although his strength had been raised to the sixth level of physical training, he had practiced a technique to suppress his state. At this moment, he was using that technique to hide his true strength.

"Okay, your life is coming from the Corpse Ghost Sect!"

The moment the cold shout sounded, the figure wrapped in a black robe instantly disappeared into the air.

"Not good!"

Feeling a terrifying pressure coming at him, Su Ling's expression changed and he quickly retreated. The strength of the guy in front of him might have reached the Yuanwu realm, which was much stronger than Su Ling. With Su Ling's current cultivation, he was no match for him.

But the situation was too critical, and Su Ling could not think about it at all, because at the same time as the figure rushed over, a terrifying palm print fell in front of Su Ling.

"Nine Mysterious Heavenly Sword Art, Dark Desolation!"

Without time to think, Su Ling's right palm shook violently, and suddenly a terrifying mysterious energy gushed out from Su Ling's sea of ​​qi.

Su Ling poured all the mysterious energy into his palm. Facing the palm print that was coming quickly, Su Ling's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, and he immediately blasted his palm forward fiercely.

Dark Desolation is a profound sword move. Although Su Ling did not have a sword in his hand, he had a sword in his heart. The mysterious energy in his body was condensed into sword energy by him, and it shot out with his palm, shattering the air and impacting the terrifying palm print.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a deafening explosion sounded.

Su Ling was hit by the explosion, and his whole body was unstable. After retreating more than ten steps, he barely stopped his body.

The figure wrapped in black robe had a look of horror in his eyes, obviously not realizing that Su Ling was so powerful. With his fourth-level cultivation of the body refining realm, he even forced him, a strong man in the early stage of the Yuanwu realm, to retreat three steps.

"Hehe, it's unbelievable. You are only at the fourth level of the body refining realm, but you dare to fight me head-on and force me back three steps. No wonder Zhang Jin is so afraid of you and wants to kill you. It seems that we can't keep you, otherwise there will be endless troubles in the future."

The Yin Ghost King did not expect Su Ling to be so strong. Before he came here, Zhang Jin clearly told him that Su Ling was a waste, but now it seems that Su Ling is not only not a waste, but on the contrary, he is a very powerful strong man in the body refining realm. Although Su Ling only showed the fourth level of the body refining realm, the palm he just burst out was as powerful as the seventh level of the body refining realm, and even directly caught up with the eighth level of the body refining realm.

The Ghost King had doubted for a moment just now. If he was not a Yuanwu Realm expert, but an eighth or ninth level of the Refining Body Realm, Su Ling's attack might have seriously injured him. This further confirmed the Ghost King's idea of ​​killing Su Ling.

A genius like Su Ling must not be left alive!

Otherwise, Su Ling would definitely seek revenge on him in the future.

"You must die!"

The Ghost King shouted loudly, and the aura he exuded was extremely sharp, and he attacked Su Ling frantically.

At this moment, the Ghost King used his trump card. He was at least a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuanwu Realm, but he was forced back three steps by a guy in the fourth level of the Refining Body Realm. If this was spread out, he, the Ghost King, would never be able to raise his head again in the Corpse Ghost Sect.

Killing Su Ling and cutting off his head was the only way for the Ghost King to wash away his humiliation!

"So strong!"

Facing the full-strength attack of the Yin Ghost King, Su Ling's whole body was like a hair on the wall, his blood was boiling and burning, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

Even though Su Ling was the strongest person in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms in his previous life, and his mind was extremely mature and calm, he was still a little shocked at this moment. After all, his current real realm was only the sixth level of the Body Refining Realm, and he had no chance of winning against the Yin Ghost King in the early Yuanwu Realm.

Although Minghuang was strong just now, he could only resist the ordinary attacks of the Yin Ghost King. Now, the Yin Ghost King was furious and hit with all his strength, full of fierce evil spirit and murderous intent, and Su Ling was sure that he could not resist it.

However, Su Ling was not the kind of person who would sit and wait for death. Even if there was no possibility of winning, Su Ling would fight with all his strength!

"Minghuang!"

At this moment, the mysterious energy in Su Ling's sea of ​​qi burst out like burning, condensing in Su Ling's palm.

Even though he was no match for the Ghost King, Su Ling still slapped out his right palm with a determined look, and the terrifying profound energy instantly turned into sharp sword energy, rushing towards the Ghost King.

"Hmph, I only used 30% of my strength just now, and luckily you resisted it. This time, I used all my strength, enough to smash you to pieces. Die! Damn bastard, I will let you die miserably in my evil spirit."

The Ghost King turned into a residual image, and his speed was extremely fast. The terrifying evil spirit followed behind him and attacked Su Ling.

"I want you to die!"

The Ghost King roared, and all the profound energy and evil spirit burst out crazily, and turned into a huge palm print in the air, slapping Su Ling's head.

"Break it for me!"

Looking at the huge palm print that was getting closer and closer, Su Ling roared, and his eyes were bursting with cold light. He stared at the palm print with his eyes, and then his right palm was wrapped with sword energy and blasted out.

"Boom boom!"

The horrible power of the Yin Ghost King poured out instantly, crushing Su Ling's body. Even though Su Ling tried his best to resist, the violent Xuan Qi in his body was agitated and collided, but he was still knocked out by the Yin Ghost King.

"Bang!"

Su Ling fell to the ground, his chest was churning, blood was rushing up, he vomited blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"You are just a fourth-level body refinement, but an ant. I want you to die. How can you, a bastard, survive?"

The Yin Ghost King sneered, but there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. In the collision just now, the Xuan Qi in Su Ling's body condensed into sword energy and also injured him. Although he didn't want to admit that he was injured, the blood in his mouth proved everything.