The strange fire is formed by "Yan Jue" that swallows up a large number of different demon fires, and integrates many characteristics of demon fires. Therefore, although it is the fifth-level peak, its power is better than that of the fifth-level peak.

Therefore, he was able to temporarily resist the demon fire attack of the demon horse and help Zhan Wuque kill powerful enemies.

It's an indelible contribution.

After taking a pill, resting for a while, Zhan Wuque took out the demon fire from the demon horse's body.

Afterwards, he released his battle soul.

The war soul looked at the corpse of the demon horse, and his eyes showed a blazing light.

This is a sixth-level demon horse, with its strength far exceeding it. If it swallows its essence and blood, its bloodline will definitely evolve.

However, with the strength of the War Soul, this move is quite risky, but compared to the income, this risk is really nothing.

The secret method of fighting soul operation.

A layer of green light emanated from the war soul, covering the corpse of the demon horse.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the corpse of the demon horse gradually became shriveled, as if it had been hollowed out.

The war soul was trembling all over. Obviously, the process was not easy and put a lot of pressure on it.

Zhan Wuque did not help, it was not because he was cold-blooded, but because it was something that War Soul had to go through during his growth.

Only in this way can the war soul grow rapidly.

Bai Yi and others sat cross-legged nearby to protect Zhan Wuque.

The surroundings were quiet, and everything was silent.

Zhan Wuque felt a little more uneasy in his heart.

The surroundings seemed to be too quiet.

Some are abnormal.

"Be careful!"

Zhan Wuque gave a reminder.

But before the words were finished, one of the people suddenly stiffened and his entire head was torn off.

The corpse fell to the ground and made a dull sound.

"Ghost Mother!"

Zhan Wuque saw the visitor, and his eyes were a little more cautious.

The ghost mother is extremely intelligent and knows how to advance and retreat. This time she actually appears on her own initiative. She must be sure to kill him. Zhan Wuque has to be careful.

The ghost mother was wearing a blood-red long skirt, and her beautiful cheeks were now covered with unknown red spots, and she looked very hideous and terrifying.

She was suspended in the air, and thick yin energy kept spinning around her.

She stared at Zhan Wuque with anger in her eyes.

"die!"

She let out a sharp whistle.

In an instant, the terrifying sound wave spread, and Bai Yi and others were shaken away uncontrollably.

Zhan Wuque's face finally changed.

Wuling’s ninth level!

The strength of this ghost mother has increased so much.

Sure enough, this ancient battlefield with a heavy life and heavy yin energy is a rare place for the Ghost Mother to practice.

She must have obtained some great opportunity, otherwise her strength would not have been improved so quickly.

It happened that the battle soul had been swallowed at this time, and Zhan Wuque put away the battle soul and then held a jar in his hand.

The ghost mother of Wuling’s ninth level would never be able to succeed if she wanted to rely on ordinary means to deal with it.

In Liaocheng, he killed the Ghost King, and the Ghost Mother would definitely not let him go and would never die.

For the sake of the present, we can only rely on the urn in our hands.

Zhan Wuque had already done an experiment last time, so he could barely open it.

But it will consume a lot of soul power. With his current level of soul power, he can last up to three breaths with a little bit of it.

Once three breaths pass, his soul power is exhausted, and he will undoubtedly die.

"It's a pity that if Xiao Si hadn't fallen into a coma, he might have shocked the ghost mother," Zhan Wuque felt a little regretful.

Thunder is the nemesis of ghosts.

Even if Xiao Si is not as strong as the current ghost mother, she can still play a certain role.

Now, it's up to him.

The ghost mother's blood-red eyes stared at Zhan Wuque, and her figure flashed and disappeared.

Zhan Wuque's expression moved, his eyes staring at somewhere in the air.

A ray of cold wind came at an extremely fast attack, Zhan Wuque stepped back suddenly, and looked at his chest, his clothes were broken, leaving a long five-finger scratch.

There was no blood flowing down the wound, but it turned into a dark color.

"Corpsy poison?"

Zhan Wuque's face changed.

This ghost mother actually turned into a half-corpse and half-ghost existence, and she was also a poisonous corpse.

Things are getting harder.

The ghost mother at the ninth level of Wuling is already difficult to deal with, and now she has a poisonous corpse body. She is afraid that her whole body has become as hard as iron and is inviolable to water and fire.

Seeing that Zhan Wuque avoided it, the ghost mother was not angry, but instead laughed wildly.

She floated in the air, her head full of black hair dancing wildly, her yin energy was so strong that her figure became blurred.

But the pressure exuded by her body made Bai Yi and others feel heavier and harder, and it was even harder to get close to it.

"Can this ghost reach the realm of Martial Master?"

Bai Yi and others looked at this scene with horror.

It is rare to see ghosts reaching the seventh level. Except for the Ghost King who was born in Liaocheng some time ago, they have never heard of similar news.

Zhan Wuque saw this and felt a little relieved.

It seems that the only way to use the urn.

In fact, there is another way, which is to escape underground and escape.

But in this way, Bai Yi and others will undoubtedly die.

Moreover, even if he can hide for a while, he can't hide for a lifetime.

"open!"

Zhan Wuque tried his best to lift the cover of the urn and opened it a little.

It happened that at this moment, the ghost mother rushed towards Zhan Wuque.

A trace of black mist that was extremely rich slowly floated out of the altar.

At this moment, Bai Yi and others suddenly turned pale and couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

Their hearts seemed to be tightly held by an invisible big hand, unable to breathe, and there were many terrifying scenes in their minds at the same time.

"ah!!"

The ghost mother let out a shrill scream and retreated desperately.

But at this moment, Zhan Wuque felt something terrifying happened.

A shriveled arm stretched out from the altar.

This is an arm that looks like a human being, with long white hair, very long nails, and shiny black and five inches!

His arm suddenly stretched out from the altar, Zhan Wuque's eyes flashed, and he didn't see anything clearly, and the ghost mother was already dragged in.

Only the last scream of the ghost mother was left.

"Bang!"

The cap of the altar was closed again, Zhan Wuque bent down violently and coughed a few times, breathing heavily, his face turned bloodless.

"Master, are you okay?"

Bai Yi asked hurriedly. He wanted to come over, but he stopped when he looked at the urn.

This jar is so scary. The scene just now hasn't recovered until now.

The ghost mother on the ninth level of Wuling was dragged in without any resistance.

If it were them, the same result would definitely be.
To be continued...