After dealing with the Lian Family Old Ancestor with ease, Yang Zhengshan turned his head and happened to meet Xuan Zhen's eyes.
Xuan Zhen was slacking off at the moment. Who knew what cultivation method this old Daoist practiced, but his whole body was shrouded in a fresh breeze, his figure illusory and uncertain, looking just like a ghostly shadow.
When he saw Yang Zhengshan, Xuan Zhen immediately looked toward the rear.
He was searching for Mo Xuanyu's figure. Yang Zhengshan knew what he was planning without even thinking—nothing more than wanting Yang Zhengshan to seize the chance to slaughter Mo Xuanyu.
Yang Zhengshan shook his head, and with a flash, his figure vanished again.
Now was not the time to kill Mo Xuanyu. It was mainly because Yang Zhengshan had no confidence in killing Mo Xuanyu. After all, Mo Xuanyu possessed Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation, and his methods were extremely powerful. Whether in spells or magic treasures, Yang Zhengshan was probably inferior to him.
Seeing Yang Zhengshan disappear, Xuan Zhen felt somewhat helpless.
Mo Xuanyu, who was holding the rear, also sensed Yang Zhengshan's figure. Puzzled, he looked toward Xuan Zhen's direction.
Xuan Zhen could do nothing about it and could only fly up into the air, sweeping his spiritual sense over the surroundings, pretending as if he were searching for Yang Zhengshan.
"Who was that?" Mo Xuanyu asked through voice transmission.
"I don't know!" Xuan Zhen replied.
In the next instant, Yang Zhengshan's figure appeared again. Another Soul Absorbing Technique, another strike from the Azure Gleam Sword, and another Martial God Corpse Ghost's head moved house.
"Who is this person?" Mo Xuanyu's originally cruel gaze turned grave.
Yang Zhengshan's ability to move instantaneously was truly somewhat overbearing. Before him, the Martial God Corpse Ghosts had not even