The gray fog was vast and thicker, and gradually even the ninth level of heaven was unable to see far even if the emperor had a divine eye.

Suddenly, a dark tentacle in front of him waved by, Jiang Chen stood there motionless, letting the tentacle pass by. A silly sound came, and spider silk flew past him and connected into a net. The spider silk was sticky, covered with mucus, and the smell was sensation.

The spider silk vibrated, as if something was stepping on the spider silk, tightening the spider silk, and plucking the strings. The spider web bonded by the spider silk was like a large Bagua diagram, with dozens of feet spreading toward different directions. This web was woven directly in front of Jiangchen.

There were more and more spider silks, gradually covering Jiangchen. In the fog, there were more tentacles flying in the air, trying to force him out. Jiangchen knew that although he was uncomfortable inside, he was still safe. As long as he struggled, he would become tighter and tighter, so he tried not to come out.

Jiang Chen frowned, and his vitality quietly poured into the white gloves. The thread of the gloves quietly poked up, like an extremely slender spiritual snake. As the more vital energy they entered, the more intense the fluctuations of the gloves became. In the blink of an eye, the gloves were scattered into a ball of thin silk, thinner than spider silk, and they could not be seen when the human eyes exploded.

This thin silk quietly clinged to a spider silk, winding forward, and climbed onto another spider silk through this spider silk. This white glove is the scripture of the Great Ghost Sutra, composed of countless tadpole texts, which can be long or short, thick or thin. Li Yihuan woven this treasure into gloves for Jiangchen to wear it on his hands. It was Li Yihuan who used this glove that he did not get poisoned in the snake's belly.

Jiang Chen controlled the Great Phantom Sutra, allowing the thin silk thread to overlap with the spider silk. After a while, the white glove thread on his hand fell off, leaving only five fingers. One end of the silk thread was connected to Jiang Chen's five fingers, but the other end was unknown where it was connected, but he could feel the movement route and position of the mother from the vibration of the spider silk.

Jiang Chen's vitality moved slightly, and the sword was silently pulled out of the sword with his arm. His eyes fell tightly on the dancing tentacles, and the direction of the tentacle owner was inferred based on the muscle movement trajectory on the tentacles. Although Chen Zhan took the initiative in the whole process, he had to be careful and not reveal any fluctuations.

Suddenly, he pointed his left hand and pointed, and the sword suddenly sounded a sword, piercing into the gray fog like lightning. In the fog, a scream came. At the same time, the spider web vibrated. A woman carrying eight claws rushed over on the spider web, and eight extremely sharp claws behind her were stabbing Jiangchen! He said this quickly, Jiangchen's fists could not match four hands. In the middle of lightning, as long as he blocked it with his hands, several other tentacles would penetrate his body, so he could only avoid the sharp edge.

He spread his five fingers with his right hand and pulled it hard. The entire spider web suddenly rose, wrapping the eight-clawed woman in the center, activates the vitality of the emperor, and the great sacred ghost contracted, and the eight-clawed woman in the net was cut into pieces!

Jiangchen breathed a sigh of relief, and the thin silk transformed by the Great Ethnic Ghost Sutra continued to retract, and then woven into gloves on his hands without any trace of blood.

"What race are these ghosts? They are like humans but not humans, like beasts but not beasts, like monsters but not monsters, like insects but not insects, so strange."

He stepped on the spider web and walked forward, but there was no sound. Li Yihuan's method of stealing the sky legs was really light.

He carefully came to the ghost who was stabbed to death by the sword, looked at the corpse, and saw that the man had eight feet, all of whom were long tentacles, which was very terrifying.

"It's not a good thing for me, nor for these ghosts. As long as they can't rush over, I can save my life!"

Jiang Chen stood in the gray fog, no longer walking, but listened to the strange noises around him. At this time, he looked around and was covered in misty fog. It could be said that he could not see his five fingers. He didn't know what he would encounter when walking in such a thick fog. It might be very dangerous.

At this time, the surroundings suddenly became quiet and no sound could be heard. The surroundings were quiet. Listen carefully, the thumping sound of the heart and pulse became louder and louder.

Jiang Chen picked up a stone, bounced it out, and the stone fell to the ground. Except for the crisp rolling sound of the stone, there was no movement. He picked up a few more stones and threw them out, but there was still no response, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He waited for a moment, and another stone popped up, but there was no movement, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "I have killed all the ghosts, and it should be safe now."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the valley, and the gray mist dissipated. Seeing the surroundings clearly, my scalp was numb. There were hundreds of ghosts standing around him, with a large number of monsters. There were lava giants, handsome boys, ugly women, women with scorpion tails, women with eight claws, monsters with eight tentacles, and monsters with two big snakes on their arms.

He was standing there motionless, and hundreds of ghosts were also standing in the gray fog, waiting for him to reveal his legs. Jiang Chen never thought that there were so many ghosts standing beside him! The ghost surrounded him in the middle, and the two sides confronted each other like this, and the enemy did not move, and I did not move.

He jumped up and walked through the wind to break through the air. At the moment he soared into the air, hundreds of ghosts moved together and rushed towards the young man in the air! The general quickly thought of his thoughts and wings appeared out of thin air, and rose into the sky with a whoosh.

These hundreds of ghosts are all veins, and there are eight kinds of ghosts. The first one that Jiangchen saw was a weird man with fish scales and frog webbeds, the second one was a lava giant, the third one was a handsome boy, the fourth one was an ugly woman, the fifth one was a woman with a scorpion tail but had a scorpion tail, the sixth one was a woman with eight claws, the seventh one was a weird man with eight tentacles, and the eighth one was a weird man with two big snakes on his arms.

At this moment, hundreds of ghosts rushed into the air, with all kinds of strange vein techniques and strange limbs attacking the generals in the air at the same time, densely packed and unable to resist. Fortunately, the generals were fast, and the wings behind them and the Luoyan footwork were fully powered, and they could not even catch up with the vein techniques they emitted.

The hairs of Jiang Chen stood upside down, and he had no time to resist in this situation!

At this moment, the Buddha's light suddenly burst into between his eyebrows, and a big Buddha jumped out of his eyebrows.

"Ommani Pame Hum!"

The Buddha clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light burst out like a ring, countless limbs flew out from all directions. The hurricane hit and swept the ghosts all over the sky. The circling wind was so spectacular, but it was so beautiful in the eyes of Jiangchen that he held his breath and could not bear to miss every moment. And in the eyes of the ghost, an unknown fanaticism appeared again. In the moment, a blue dragon phantom between Jiangchen's fists slowly condensed. Strangely speaking, as soon as the blue dragon phantom came out, the hurricane could no longer be close to the front and stopped three feet away. The blue dragon's eyes were wide open, staring at the hurricane right in front of him. A dragon roar shook for a hundred miles and hovered out, as if entering a windless realm, flying into a hurricane, dancing in the wind, and the power of the heaven could not be stopped at all. The blue dragon flew, and the power of the hurricane was greatly reduced!

The man in black in the air looked at the flying green dragon, his aura was irresistible, and his eyes were shocked, and he looked blankly at the phantom of the flying green dragon.

The Buddha's light gradually faded, and in front of the minister, the shadow of the Buddha became dimmer and dimmed, and finally disappeared.

The phantom of the Buddha on his forehead will burst out when he encounters the danger of death, but it will dissipate only once.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and was slightly stunned: "Why did a strong wind suddenly blow away the gray mist just now? If it weren't for this strong wind, I wouldn't have been seen by those ghosts."

Jiangchen was shocked, and then he saw that in the temple of a city nearest to him, black smoke was like a pillar, and there was obviously a terrifying existence that noticed the movement here.

Without thinking, the general rushed out of the Fengdu gate, ran wildly with his feet, and headed straight to the other side of the mountain. Li Yihuan's Luo Yan footsteps were swinging vividly under his feet, like floating lights, and extremely fast!

He ran over several hills, and the sea of ​​fog appeared in front of him. Jiang Chen was about to rush straight over when suddenly a suction force came from below, sucking the wind under his feet away, and Jiang Chen immediately fell from the air!

Boom.

The smoke and dust filled the ground, and the young man slowly stood up and saw that the place he had fallen was the village he had just met when he got ashore.

At this moment, the people in the village put down their work, stood up, and looked at him with strange eyes.

What just happened to make the wind at his feet disappear was a furnace held in the hands of a man dressed in a blacksmith. The human skin was covered with a large clip and formed an airbag with a spring inside. It could compress and bounce and inhale. In front was a jet nozzle made of a human head.

The man dressed in blacksmith grabbed the two handles of the furnace. He just now used the furnace to inhale the air, sucking away the air under the feet of Jiangchen in the air, causing him to fall down involuntarily.

In front of the hut on the other side, the fat aunt who was chopping dumpling stuffing stood up, holding two kitchen knives in her hand, and blood was dripping from the kitchen knives.

Behind the officer, a man who was pounding rice no longer pounded the rice, but lifted the pestle that pounded the rice. Under the pestle was a hammer the size of a clay pot, and blood was dripping. A human head was placed in the stone mortar.

The tailor behind the village was cutting fabric, which was slim and human skin. The tailor stood up with scissors in one hand and measuring ruler in the other.

The dyeing shop guy was hanging dyed cloth, and human skin was being taken out of the large jar full of plasma. The dyeing shop guy saw the falling general, put down the human skin in his hand, and wiped the blood-stained hands on his chest.

The child squatting in front of the house to eat, spitting out a finger that was gnawed to the point of bones. The fat and fat pig walked by with a pale arm in his mouth. The old man at the entrance of the village was smoking a human bone cigarette pouch, and the smoke rings he spit out turned into skull shapes, screaming shrillly and then dissipated.

There were more and more villagers appearing in front of Jiangchen, blocking his way of going and retreat. But he had no intention of taking action for a while.

Although he is in the form of a skeleton, it is just an illusion. His flesh and blood and skin are still there, but they cannot be seen and touched. On the other hand, the villagers' bodies are complete and their bones are covered with skins, which is obviously an illusion. Jiangchen knows that they are actually all skeletons?

When Zhou Daxian woke him up and opened the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Eyes, he realized this.

Jiang Chen immediately felt that his body was filled with extremely terrifying power, and his vitality was also increasing wildly. The extremely powerful vitality overflowed and turned into a giant python coiled around him! No, it was the Qinglong, which was emitted from his body, and it was boiling around him.

His breath suddenly rose, and thick water vapor suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, turning into waves, and the turtle shell appeared and appeared in the waves. The turtle shell became bigger and bigger, and it was surging flames, turning into a pair of armor and putting it on the body of Jiang Chen.

Now he is like a god, his body is filled with endless power!

He felt as if he had become a god who manipulated water, and his every move could change mountains and rivers!

Kill out of this village!

Jiang Chen had only this idea in his mind, and he would do anything to break out of this village!

Hesitate, and the sound of human skin was heard around him. The skins on the villagers exploded one after another, and burly figures squeezed out of the skins. The people in these villages were not humans, but ghosts!

Children, women, and even the pig all changed their form and turned into ghost veins, and there were even many people who opened Gongsun Shen Pass!

Only the old man who smoked the human bone cigarette palm was still sitting at the entrance of the village without any change.

"kill!"

Jiang Chen shouted and rushed towards the entrance of the village!

Just as he rushed out, ghosts burst out from behind him and attacked him! The ghost jumped high, holding a handful of blue bone fire in both hands, and before he could jump to his side, he splashed it.

The Jiangchen's hands were staggered, and a huge wave rushed out from between his hands. A vast river was like a giant python, rolling up all the ghosts rushing from all directions. The giant python in the long river shook his head and tail, and the houses were divided into pieces under the impact of the huge flood! At this moment, he was like an ancient demon god, behind him was the figure of the Buddha condensed from the Ascension Jue, and on his hand was the Eight Trigrams of the Taoist Jue, and on his head was an ancient demon god with a magnificent human body.

The sword pointed out and the sword rushed into the long river, stabbing towards the ghosts who were swept into the river like lightning. The sword-stinging style, the sword-slashing style, the cloud sword-slashing style, the sword-hanging style, the sword-sweeping style, the sword-sweeping style, the most basic sword technique in Zhou Daxian's battle was performed by him, and each strike was extremely perfect!

The long river was dyed red by blood and turned into a red river. In the river, corpses floated up, which were the ghosts he killed. The blood river became even redder, and there seemed to be an unknown strange thing about to surging out in the river. The blood river was surging, like blood and magma underground.

A wave of water surged up at the foot of the general's feet, and a black turtle emerged, carrying him up and down in the river and heading towards the entrance of the village. Behind him, the entire village was razed to the ground, and after the flood, there were corpses on the ground!
Chapter completed!