Chapter 2785: Ye Zhimei

"boast!"
When Zhang Yifeng used such a plain tone to make him retreat, Yinshan Ghost King's eyes showed irritation.
He was the famous Yinshan Ghost King in Tianzhou, and countless righteous monks died under him.
Unexpectedly, today I was so underestimated by a little-known kid. I thought it was a long time since he hadn't gotten real, so that these guys had forgotten their own methods.
With a cold snort, the Yinshan Ghost King's body suddenly swelled, and his figure was even more burly than just before.
The black energy in his hand condensed into a nine-tooth rake, and the Yinshan Ghost King waved the nail rake and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng without saying a word.
Zhang Yifeng's eyes were not on him, but the group of evil monks behind him. Zhang Yifeng's body trembled slightly. He never expected that he could meet again in such a situation by such a coincidence.
Shaking his head, looking at the ghost king of Yinshan Mountain who had attacked him, a purple thunder flashed out of Zhang Yifeng's hand.
Even if Zhang Yifeng can only imitate 80% of his power, Zhang Yifeng's purple thunder is far stronger than Tianleizi's own purple thunder with the blessing of huge spiritual energy.
Looking at the purple thunder full of destruction, the ghost king of Yinshan showed horror in his eyes, and hurriedly raised the rake in his hand to try to block the purple thunder of Zhang Yifeng.
However, the moment the nail rake touched the purple thunder, it was destroyed by the purple thunder and dispersed into black air in the sky.
In desperation, the ghost king of Yinshan could only use his body against the purple thunder, and abruptly took the blow of Zhang Yifeng.
"Yes, there is still some strength."
Zhang Yifeng raised his brows and looked at the ghost king of Yinshan Mountain who could take a blow to himself without dying, and gave a positive evaluation.
"Boy, don't be mad!"
The color of anger in the eyes of the ghost king of Yinshan became more and more intense. Since the day he became famous, he has never suffered such humiliation.
With a roar, the ghostly spirit of the ghost king of Yinshan Mountain surged violently, and crazily ghost images poured out from his body, biting towards Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng looked fearless when he saw this, and stretched lazily.
"It's really boring."
After a short sound, Zhang Yifeng's purple thunders flashed wildly, and purple thunders continuously emitted from his hands, easily defeating the ghosts that gushing out of the Yinshan Ghost King.
"No, it's impossible, how could my ghost army be defeated."
In the unbelievable gaze of Yinshan Ghost King, Zhang Yifeng's purple thunder penetrated his heart, leaving it completely in front of Zilaizong's door.
The group of evil monks behind the Yinshan Ghost King, seeing their boss being killed, one by one, they fled as if a tree fell down.
It's just that Zhang Yifeng certainly couldn't let them escape, otherwise it would be bad for people to be suspicious at that time.
The purple thunder in his hand struck out and turned into a thunder net to envelop all the evil cultivators. Zhang Yifeng was about to step forward and pull his old friend out of it.
"Okay, Taoist Fellow Tianleizi is really good at it."
Suddenly, a shout of applause came from behind, followed by a round of crackling applause.
Zhang Yifeng turned his head in a daze, and saw the elder Yi Qingping of Shenxiaozong and many monks who had come to attend the ceremony. He did not know when he came behind him.
The applause came from these people's hands.
Seeing them come, Zhang Yifeng also put away his nostalgic heart, and turned to look at everyone with a smile on his face.
"It turns out that everyone is here, and it's also my fault that I didn't notice it earlier, otherwise I wouldn't act so arrogantly."
Seeing Zhang Yifeng's humble face, Yi Qingping was speechless, but his face was still smiling.
"Haha, Daoist Tianleizi was joking, even if the Yinshan Ghost King let me deal with it, he might not be as easy as Daoist."
Yi Qingping said with a smile, but in fact he was thinking about the chance of his survival against the ghost king of Shangyin Mountain.
The evil name of the ghost king of Yinshan Mountain is well-known in the entire Tianzhou, and many large sects have been brutally attacked by him.
But he didn't expect that he would have died in the hands of Leizi of this day today. It seems that this guy must be drawn into the camp of Shenxiaozong.
Otherwise, if such a powerful general falls into the hands of Shen Lei Sect, it is only a disadvantage to his Shen Xiao Sect.
"But it's a trivial matter. You should go back and sit down. After I have dealt with this group of evil cultivators, I will go to attend the ceremony together."
After Yi Qingping heard the words, he looked at the evil cultivators and nodded. They were all small cats and small fishes, so there was no need to continue wasting time here.
Continue to stay, on the contrary, it is possible to cause Leizi's dissatisfaction this day, so it is better to go back earlier.
After thinking about it, Yi Qingping arched his hands to Zhang Yifeng and turned back to the square.
If Qingping was willing to take the lead, the other people who came to watch the excitement also bowed their hands to Zhang Yifeng with excitement, and returned to the square and began to brag about them.
After everyone left, Zhang Yifeng walked into the thunder net and looked at the evil cultivators who looked at him with horror, Zhang Yifeng just snapped his fingers.
I saw countless tiny purple thunders constantly shuttled through the thunder net, hitting the back neck of every evil monk in the thunder net.
The moment they were struck by the tiny purple thunder, these evil cultivators fainted and lost consciousness.
Zhang Yifeng didn't expect to kill these people now, and Zhang Yifeng would carry them one by one if he killed them. It's better to wait until the time comes.
Withdrawing the last purple thunder, Zhang Yifeng walked to the only black robe man in the group of evil cultivators who had not been stunned.
Looking at the trembling body of the other party, Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly, even if he had done enough disguise, but in Zhang Yifeng's perception, he would not forget the breath of his acquaintances.
Just as Zhang Yifeng's hand was about to be placed on top of the black-robed man's head, suddenly a six-pointed star gleamed in front of the black-robed man.
A skull with seven-color crystals on its forehead appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng, intending to block Zhang Yifeng's movements.
Feeling the aura of the skeleton body comparable to the death period, Zhang Yifeng just smiled, and a thundernet easily controlled the seven-color skeleton.
"I haven't seen you for so long, is this the meeting gift you gave me?"
"you……"
The familiar voice calmed the black robe man's trembling body, raised his head, Ye Zhimei looked at the man in front of him who was wrapped in purple thunder in disbelief.
Looking at the doubts on Ye Zhimei's face, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and wiped his face, lifting the disguise on his face.
Looking at the familiar face in front of him, and feeling the breath from Zhang Yifeng's body, Ye Zhimei immediately burst into tears of excitement.
Without extra words, Ye Zhimei pounced on Zhang Yifeng.
Zhang Yifeng hurriedly released the purple thunder on his body, and firmly hugged Ye Zhimei who was rushing towards him.
Feeling the squeezing sensation from his chest, Zhang Yifeng's face was a little red, and he hadn't seen him for so long, so it seemed to be bigger.