The Yin Evil Ghost is much stronger than the ghost corpse. It is a ghost born from the combination of Yin Ming Qi and the Dead evil Qi.

It is similar to a stronger mountain ghost, and it also has an impermanent form change, a black fog with blue in black. It changes hardness and softness, sharpness as a divine weapon, ethereal as a faint wind, death to death and injustice.

The strength of this Yinsha ghost is enough to rival Cheng Yuan, who had just become a celestial being.

Even if the mortal master holding divine weapons and wearing divine armor is probably only able to barely support this evil ghost.

"Below the Mingzhang Realm, there are five major ghosts in the world. The strength of this Yinsha ghost should be considered as the level of evil ghosts."

Yin objects and ordinary ghosts can be compared with ordinary warriors with the help of magic weapons.

But the third-class ghosts above the evil ghosts, evil ghosts, and the underworld ghosts already correspond to the level of heaven and man.

The Yinsha Ghost is very strong, and the rewards after killing are quite good.

Each Yinsha ghost gave Cheng Yuan more than 30 points of pain, and the power of the dark god is more than three times that of the mountain ghost.

Deep, dark.

Cheng Yuan was still walking through the deserted graves, killing ghosts one after another.

In the distance, in the depths of the treacherous darkness, a pair of strange scarlet eyes had quietly stared at the figure of the human young man.

"Huh?" Cheng Yuan, who had just killed a ghost corpse, suddenly felt numb on his back and he had goose bumps all over his body.

In the body, the true source of the automatic circulation of the "fetal breathing map" always seems to be stimulated and trembles.

"I have something to look at me." He was shocked.

This feeling of light on his back reminded Cheng Yuan of the terrifying ghost in the yin forest of the Black Rock Mountains.

However, it seems far less terrible than that.

"What kind of ghost is that?" Cheng Yuan became alert. The true source in his body was always ready to explode, holding the sword of the Ming.

"It shouldn't be a ghost-level that can put me so much pressure, or even a ghost-level that is unlikely to be a ghost-level."

"Is it, the ghost?"

Cheng Yuan's eyes were cold, he was on guard, and slowly retreated to the outer area.

In short, the things in the dark are definitely above him, and he doesn't want to take risks.

It is dozens of feet away around it, deep and treacherous, and it is difficult to see what is inside it.

But the feeling of being spying on and being regarded as food made Cheng Yuan feel uncomfortable and even felt cold and murderous intent.

He slowly stepped back.

One hundred feet.

Three hundred feet.

The surrounding yin and dark energy gradually faded. This place was already at the foot of the outer edge of the Wutou Mountain, with a little light and a clearer view.

Cheng Yuan breathed a little relieved, and for a moment, he felt unconsciously relaxed.

Jie!

Suddenly, a fierce cry almost sounded against Cheng Yuan's back.

Behind it, a terrifying aura burst out suddenly!

At this moment, Cheng Yuan's mind was almost blank.

Following the tenacious instinct of hard practice for more than ten years, he almost subconsciously reacted.

Draw your sword!

Explosion slash!

Do your best!

The semi-demonic ejaculated in his body instantly, and the golden light suddenly became brighter. Cheng Yuan's power and speed surged in an instant.

The true source in the body instantly ran in a strange order, and the power like thunder and wrath was born all over the body.

The third form of "Six Styles of Killing Ghosts" is "Thunder"!

Scream~

A golden sword light was born, like a blazing thunder, slashing behind you!

This sword already possesses magical power.

boom!

The powerful divine power of the heavenly beings collided with the power of Yin Ming, and the two figures flew backwards.

It was like a thunder thunder that shocked a circle of wind and waves, gray leaves were rotten and dust was rolling.

"Absolutely, it's an existence of the ghost level!" Cheng Yuan was shaken by nearly ten feet and staggered a little while on the ground.

He held the hand of the sword of the Ming Dao, and his tiger's mouth was shattered, and his palms were numb. It was not until the true source circulates and nourishes for a while before it gradually improves.

And opposite.

The ghost was not feeling well at this moment, and the rich Yin Qi on his body was disturbed and he slowly recovered.

Cheng Yuan stared at it.

This ghost was not transformed from any corpse, but should be the birth of the fusion of Yin Ming Qi and mysterious power.

However, Cheng Yuan looked at its dark body, which was lingering in its black air, and there were a few black "bones".

That's not a physical one, because it looks a bit illusory.

"The Book of Xuanming once recorded that the most terrifying ghost in the world, the things that are born from virtual reality, are unimaginable terrifying existences."

Of course, "The Legend of Xuanming" is just a book of mortals' ambitions. This so-called most terrifying ghost definitely does not refer to the underworld realm.

Cheng Yuan's eyes were gloomy. He didn't expect that he would just go a little deeper into the deserted grave mountain and meet such a terrifying ghost.

"In theory, the ghosts distributed in the deserted graves should have gradually improved their strength."

"I have met at most evil ghost-level ghost-level ghosts before. Why did a ghost pop up suddenly?"

Cheng Yuan was afraid, but the ghost seemed to become violent. Its scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, and a powerful yin and dark aura burst out from all over his body, like a strong wind swaying.

Jie!

It let out a shaking roar, with a strange rhythm, as if it contained some kind of ghost domain power.

But Cheng Yuan, who was in a semi-demonic state, was not affected at all.

boom!

The ghost of the underworld turned into a phantom and rushed in. The air was torn apart from the air waves. The black air lingering on its body slightly slashed the ground, and there were deep ravines.

The true source in Cheng Yuan's body was instantly circulating, his eyes were terrifying, and his neck was red.

The third form of "Six Styles of Killing Ghosts" is "Thunder"!

Scream~

The golden sword light burst like thunder, suddenly lit up in the air.

With a loud bang like a thunder, Cheng Yuan burst and retreated again.

The ghost roared even more in pain.

A deep knife mark appeared on it, which could not heal for a long time, and the Yin and Netherworld power in its body was obviously weakened a lot.

Jie~!

It let out a long roar again, somewhat deep, and seemed to contain some meaning.

"Come on!" Cheng Yuan's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was fierce.

He was forced to the extreme. Although he used his semi-demonic posture to fight against or even vaguely suppress the ghost.

But the semi-demon can only be maintained for three or four minutes at most.

Once time passes, even the true source in his body will be a little disordered and his strength will decline again.

Suddenly, Cheng Yuan's ears stood up, as if he could hear the rustling sounds in the depths of the darkness around him, like the sound of the wind.

"This thing is still summoning ghosts?" Cheng Yuan suddenly woke up.

Must escape quickly.

Cheng Yuan immediately moved his body and turned into a phantom and fled outside the deserted grave.

Suddenly, the ghost of the underworld rushed over violently and slaughtered Cheng Yuan.

"Thunder!"

Cheng Yuan's eyes were fierce, the true source surged in his body. Under his semi-death, a golden sword light lit up like thunder, directly slashing the ghost of the underworld.

Then, he fled immediately without any hesitation.

Behind him, the angry and violent roar of the ghost came, and the yin energy surged like a tide, as if countless ghosts were surging from the depths of the desolate grave mountain.

However, with Cheng Yuan's half-death speed, after slashing away the ghost, he turned into a phantom and rushed out of the deserted grave mountain.

The eyes suddenly became bright and the surroundings became warm. Cheng Yuan had already rushed out of the deserted grave mountain.

He didn't dare to stay. Although countless ghosts behind him seemed to be on the edge of the desolate grave mountain, Cheng Yuan also escaped for more than ten miles before he stopped.

"I almost lost my life."

It was noon at this moment, and the scorching sun was in full swing. Cheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the direction of the desolate grave.

The outline of the deserted grave mountain is still clearly visible, shrouded in fog and cannot be seen.

If it weren't for going deep into it and fighting fiercely, Cheng Yuan would hardly believe that there were such terrible ghosts.

"This is just a deserted tomb mountain. I wonder how terrifying Youluoxia, which Brother Huo is a little afraid of."

Cheng Yuan thought, shook his head, shook his mind away, then picked up the Ming-Slaying Knife and looked at it in front of him.
Chapter completed!