Zhou Wen and his other people's faces turned green. There were many ghosts in front of the mountain road. I didn't know how many ghosts were. Carrying the coffin seemed like a funeral procession.

When Zhou Wen and the others were still about a hundred meters away, the ghost carrying the coffin stopped, but it only stopped for a moment. The next second, the ghosts roared and rushed up like a tide.

"There is no other way, I can only fight out." An Sheng directly summoned a dagger, opened the car door and walked down.

Zhou Wen, Li Xuan, Alai and Zhang Yuzhi all got out of the car. Zhang Yuzhi's face was pale, but she was ready for the battle. Obviously, she knew that no matter how scared she was, it was useless and she had to rush out.

"You are following me." An Sheng walked in front, staring at the rushing ghost. When the ghost was about five meters away from him, the dagger in his hand finally moved.

A blade light like a rainbow was brought up on the dagger. The blade light slashed in half on the tide-like ghosts, and immediately cut off the row of ghosts rushing in front. The ghosts behind were impacted and their bodies were shocked and drifted backwards.

The power of the attack seemed powerful, but Zhou Wen couldn't help but frown. If An Sheng's blade light was replaced by an ordinary legendary creature, he would probably be killed in a large number of them.

But now this attack only killed three or four ghosts in front, and that was just an ordinary legendary ghost. Obviously, An Sheng's power was not effective in damage to the ghost.

In just a moment, the ghost army drowned Zhou Wen and the others and attacked from all directions.

An Sheng rushed forward, Alai and Li Xuanyi protected both wings on the left and right, Zhou Wen was at the end, and Zhang Yuzhi was walking in the middle because his pets had been killed in battle and his feet were injured again, so he walked in the middle to prevent occasional escapes.

An Sheng's eyes were cold, and the dagger kept waving. Wherever the blade light went, even the ghost was cut off, and he fought a bloody path among the tide-like ghosts, leading Zhou Wen and the others forward.

The Thunder God Sword in Li Xuan's hand was swinging. Although the effect of thunder and lightning on the ghost bride was limited, the effect was quite constant for these ordinary ghosts.

Moreover, his innate invincible magical power seems to have a certain effect on ghosts. Although he is not as good as An Sheng, he can directly kill ghosts, but he also cut the ghosts next to him into screams.

Alai's situation was strange. He was obviously a little afraid, and he seemed to have not practiced special fighting skills. He seemed to have no blessing from his energy skills. However, his fist hit the ghost and could actually blow the ghost out. Several ghosts were almost blown away by him.

"Li Xuan is right, Alai really has powerful power." Zhou Wen was relatively relaxed. Di Ting was right in front of him, and a ghost rushed over. Di Ting rushed forward like a stream of light, and the ghost was scattered with one claw.

Zhou Wen switched the Yuanqi Technique to the Small Prajna Sutra. A ghost who had leaked the net rushed over and slapped it directly. He found that the Yuanqi blessed by the Small Prajna Sutra was no different from that of a living creature, and directly slapped the ghost's head.

"The Little Prajna Sutra has the effect of restraining ghosts." Zhou Wen's heart was much more at ease. According to their current situation, if it were just these army of ghosts blocking the way, he should be able to rush out.

However, when Zhou Wen's eyes fell on the red painted coffin with black air, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

An Sheng led everyone forward. I don’t know how many ghosts were killed along the way. A lot of ghost crystals fell on the ground, but no one had time to pick them up.

Di Ting seemed to like the crystals of these ghosts very much. He rushed by like lightning, swallowing the crystals directly into his stomach, and the killing became even more exciting. Without waiting for Zhou Wen's order, he took the initiative to kill the nearby ghosts.

Its effect of restraint on ghosts is too strong. Legendary ghosts are basically one with one claw, and those ghosts have no ability to resist in front of it.

The five people kept rushing in the ghost tide and were about to approach the position of the coffin.

Perhaps due to the stimulation of Zhou Wen and others killing the ghost, the red painted coffin with black air began to shake violently. When Zhou Wen and his team were less than ten meters away from the coffin, the lid of the coffin suddenly opened, and one hand stretched out from the coffin and pressed it on the edge of the coffin.

It was just as pale as snow, with slender fingers, as if the skin was covered with bones, but the nails were silver, long and pointed, like sharp blades.

And there seemed to be a faint black air emitting on that hand.

Zhou Wen's heart was dark, An Sheng's expression was also very serious, and several people continued to rush forward without saying a word.

The ghost hand pressed hard on the coffin and saw a figure slowly standing up. It was a man with white hair and black armor. He was wearing black armor all over his body, and even had a ghost-like mask on his face. His whole body exuded a faint black aura, which looked strange and exuded an evil charm.

The body of the black-armored and white-haired ghost in the coffin slowly floated up, staring at Di Ting and An Sheng for a look. The next moment, it appeared in front of An Sheng like teleportation. The silver nails on the ghost's hand stabbed directly into An Sheng's head like five sharp daggers.

An Sheng's reaction was also very fast. The dagger suddenly slid upwards, and the rainbow-like blade light slashed on the ghost's hand, forcibly shaking the ghost's claws.

"Retreat." An Sheng looked solemn and said in a deep voice.

Zhou Wen and Li Xuan both knew that things were not good. Behind them was the Yin-Yang Realm Monument. If they retreated, they would retreat into the Yin-Yang Realm.

An Sheng knew that he still asked them to retreat, obviously he encountered a very serious problem. He should not even be sure to defeat the black-armored and white-haired ghost.

Without saying a word, Zhou Wen rushed back with Di Ting, and Li Xuan, Alai and Zhang Yuzhi followed closely.

An Sheng did not retreat, holding the dagger, staring at the black-armored and white-haired ghost with his eyes tightly.

The black-armored and white-haired ghost also looked at An Sheng, and the black aura on his body became more and more obvious. However, the other ghosts seemed to be unable to see An Sheng at once. They stopped attacking him and rushed directly to Zhou Wen and the others who were running away.

An Sheng's aura became stronger and stronger. A strange light and shadow rose up on him at the same time, like a big demon descending on him. The purple light seemed to dye his body purple.

Bang!

Zhou Wen only heard a terrifying explosion of power from An Sheng, and saw a ghostly aura rising there, mixed with a strange purple light in the middle. I don’t know how many ghosts were dispersed.

However, there were too many ghosts, and there were still countless ghosts rushing towards them. Without An Sheng resisting most of the ghosts' impact, their situation immediately became worse.
Chapter completed!