As we went up the mountain, there were more and more corpses on the roadside, all of which looked like mummies with blood sucked away. It looked like they were not only domestic practitioners, but also many surrendered masters from Nanyang.

When I climbed to the top, a shout that seemed extremely painful and crazy suddenly sounded, just like the roar of the cold north wind blowing through the wind tunnel in November and February. After the echoes of the surrounding mountains and valleys, it makes people dizzy.

The tide-like cry lasted for four or five minutes before gradually sinking. Then endless darkness rose wildly, swallowing the stars in the sky.

After this round of sound wave attacks, Shang Biao couldn't help but take a step back and cover his chest, suppressing the depression and disgust in his chest. After he returned to normal, he saw that there was only the darkness that was missing from his fingers. Ji Sanyuan's figure had disappeared in front of him.

"sieve"

A flame ignited from Shang Biao's nails, and blew out from the black tide, densely packed insects with long and narrow mouths like mosquitoes and flies.

Although this insect is only the size of a grain of rice, its shape is like smoke, between virtual and real. The wings that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye are flaming, and it is frantically attacking the flames in Shang Biao's hand.

"Sperm-eating Yin Fly!"

Shang Biao recalled a strange insect that his old man once mentioned, and his face changed drastically and immediately extinguished the flames in his hand.

He pinched the sword with his right hand and pointed it twice on his shoulders, extinguished two of his three yang fires, and then recited a few spells, and his breath suddenly changed from the original Zhongzheng and peaceful to the cold and yin energy.

"I'm afraid no one dares to make such a thing in China. Are the people from Nanyang here? It's almost the same time. It seems that the people in Yinshan in Nanyang are actually quite real."

Shang Biao thought to himself that at this time, he transformed himself into a pure Yin Ghost Body. These Yin Flies could not feel the yang energy, so naturally no longer wasted time, and instantly dispersed around to find new Yang energy source points.

Sensing the pointing of the hair in his hand, Shang Biao walked forward quickly in the darkness.

"Xuanxing, today I will make your soul scattered!"

Shang Biao felt a violent spell shock from far away, and then an angry shout came into his ears through the darkness.

Shang Biao touched his forehead silently, his eyes wide open, and the darkness in front of him could no longer block his sight.

It was obvious that his cheap uncle Xuanxing stood proudly holding a gray sword in his hand, and three disciples of the Yinshan Sect, including Shoujue, were standing beside him.

On the other side, there were two factions. The group with the largest number of people was a fat old man with a gloomy face. Beside him were three men wearing black robes of the Nanyang surrender and a corpse puppet with thick bones and tall figure standing next to him.

"Myong Master Jing calms down his anger. The dead are gone. It is important to solve the hungry ghost king first."

The person who spoke was a man with a national face. He and an old man with silver hair and beard were the fewest people. But his aura was like Xuanxing who had survived the Yuanshen Tribulation and cultivated Qi into God.

Among the three groups, the Yinshan Sect was naturally not afraid of the Yinfly they summoned. The Ghost King Sect dressed up by the surrendered master were surrounded by Yin Qi, which looked like a dead person than a dead person.

Only the man with a national face and the old silver-haired man he calls silent are the key targets of the Yin Fly.

However, the silver-haired old man exuded a blazing thunder all over his body. The Yin Fly, who dared to approach, was roasted into a wisp of ashes five steps away from him. Even so, the Yin Fly, who was fearless and instinctive, still rushed towards the two of them.

“Hungry”

A strange sound came from the void, and an evil ghost with a head that was more than ten times larger than an ordinary person, his skin was ulcerated and pus, and his body was thin and round, and his belly was round and crawled out of the void in the darkness.

A black and red tongue dripping with fresh blood rolled up, and the target was the one who was the one who was behind the army.

The descendants who were prepared were crazy to take action, with all kinds of strange descending techniques, and the descending weapon hit the navel of the hungry ghost and the tough long tongue.

The miserable green pus splashed and fell to the ground made a corrosive sound.

The hungry ghost swollen and protruding eyes of the gods, swung his tongue, wrapped it in a dropping device and swallowed it into his abdomen. His round belly squirmed, and the wound on his body quickly recovered.

"return!"

Xuan Xing pinched his fingers, and the hungry ghost let out a painful moan, and jumped back to the old Taoist side.

"It turns out that he raised a hungry ghost, and he was a hungry ghost in the realm of the Ghost King."

Shang Biao restrained his breath more cautiously, and at the same time he thought to himself.

The Yinshan School is famous for its slave ghost art, and naturally everyone raises ghosts.

Even if it was destroyed, the folk branches passed down have never given up on this tradition.

Like Shang Biao's branch, it raises a hanged ghost, and its realm is that it has been surveyed to the edge of the Ghost King. However, it is a ghost that has been offered for several generations and has been passed down, which is difficult to command in normal times.

Shang Biao was sure that the hungry ghost raised by his cheap uncle was definitely trained by himself, otherwise he would never be so obedient.

"Weiwei, the Pure Yang Demon-killing Talisman handed down by Zu Lu is the nemesis of this kind of ghost. I will hold this hungry ghost and draw the talisman immediately!"

Old Jingyin held a crackling thunder seal, and after saying that, he rushed forward on Yu's foot.

Wei Wei, a middle-aged Taoist priest with the power of his soul, immediately outlined the runes out of thin air with his soul. The speed of drawing talismans was faster than Shang Biao, and he seemed to be a veteran.

"You guys also come and solve those miscellaneous fish from the Yinshan Sect, without worrying about the Xuanshi Old Ghost."

The fat old man with a gloomy appearance gave orders to the surrender behind him, and at the same time directed the corpse puppet to attack Xuanxing.

"puff!"

Xuan Xing spit out a mouthful of essence and blood and scattered it into the mouth of the hungry ghost. His fingers in his hand changed, as if he was casting some taboo spell, and his aura quickly declined.

The hungry ghost absorbed the old Taoist's blood, and a bloody roared out of his shriveled body.

“Hungry”

Then its unsightly eyes became only creepy whites, and its thin ghost claws were raised high, aiming at the old man Jingyin with his changing body.

This claw actually showed a kind of pressure from Mount Tai to the top. The space of the old Taoist Jingyin was compressed and he had to sacrifice the magic seals that were flooded with lightning in his hand. Various dazzling seals were used. The thunder seal as big as a palm surged in the storm, pressing against the sharp claws of hungry ghosts.

"Crack!"

After a crisp thunder sound, the hungry ghost's thin ghost claws shattered into several pieces and fell into pieces, but the thunder seal was also contaminated by the pus and blood flowing out of its broken arm. The power was gone, and the light bounced towards the old man in a dim light.

But at this moment, the hungry ghost bent his knees at an astonishing speed and rushed into the air. His tough long color rolled out, and his target pointed directly at the old man's thunder seal.

"You dare to kill the evil beast, Shenxiao kills the demons, kill them!"
Chapter completed!