Crunch, ice breaks, snowflakes splash.

At the junction of ice chips and ghost mist, the violent impact caused countless resentful spirits to let out a terrible and piercing wail, and the filthy spirit body dissipated at any moment. But it was difficult for Fang Yiyuan's offensive to reach here. He urged the spiritual power of his whole body, but he couldn't expand the results of the battle by another point.

The old ghost really hid his power before!

Fang Yiyuan gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the hands holding the staff began to tremble, and he could only maintain the current situation.

At this moment, an obscure chant came from the thick fog, like a spell that urged life, and struck his heart one after another. The old ghost still had the strength to launch another spell at this time, and the power he retained was beyond everyone's expectations!

Song Qingsha also put all her effort into it. More than ten seeds of demon plants shot out of her palm, falling into the depths of the dark mist along the wind and snow, turning into huge and strange flowers and trees, but they were eaten up by countless ghosts and resentful spirits in the blink of an eye.

The mist, churning ghostly mist, I don't know how many lives have been buried, and every tiny particle can turn into a hideous and terrible face, and the number is really desperate.

Song Qingsha's face turned pale, and she shouted in a trembling voice: "Death in the sand...... He's got the sand of the dead on him!"

The sand of the past life is an artifact for cultivating the Netherworld, which can greatly absorb the death qi of the living souls, and can also be used as a magic weapon when necessary, creating a solid barrier from life and death. The old ghost even used this kind of thing, so it can be seen that he was forced to have no way out. However, if he had completed the final spell, the outcome would have been reversed in an instant, and everyone present would have no way to live.

Song Qingsha looked at Fang Yiyuan, and Fang Yiyuan looked back. The two of them looked at each other, and they didn't need more words, and at the same time withdrew their attacks, turning around and running without hesitation.

When the sky falls, there are still Hao Chengang and Xiang Fengchao on top, and the two little demon disciples only need to save their lives.

Several other people had blank expressions on their faces, they had not read the Demon Gate classics, and they had never known the horror of the dead sand. After Fang Yiyuan and the two ran away like a storm, Haochengang and Xiang Fengchao were still a little confused - however, they at least understood that what they were going to face next must be something very amazing.

At this moment, an ethereal and magnificent Buddha voice came from far away from the sky, and then the golden bell rang in unison, as if thousands of bhikshunis were singing together, and suddenly overshadowed the gloomy Devil May Cry, buzzing and ringing in everyone's ears.

Hao Chengang and Ruan Han's faces were all in unison, and they knew that this was a Bodhisattva with profound Buddhism who was about to come. The two of them glanced at each other, both wanting to rush to the place where the battle was fierce, but they were afraid of each other, and only hesitated for a moment, and then missed the best time to strike.

The golden light is magnificent, as bright as a galaxy. The glorious light curtain hung down from the sky, shooting into the deepest part of the black mist, faintly the image of a Buddha six feet tall in the golden light, and then only heard the hundreds of millions of ghosts in the netherworld screaming in unison, even the old ghost let out a terrible scream, and the dying roar gradually dissipated in the solemn sound of the Buddha's horn.

The golden light came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the magnificent chanting died down. Hao Chengang and the others looked fixedly, and could only faintly see a black figure in the distance.

Seeing that the man's figure was about to disappear, Ruan Han was the first to react.

"Map stay!" With an angry roar, a pair of silver hooks in the old man's sleeve shot straight out, and the afterimage left along the way dragged out a bright white line, like a trace tearing through space.

This pair of silver hooks shoots out, which is a meteor catching the moon, snatching the soul and chasing the soul, which is completely beyond the concept of time and square inches. With the extremely fast body of the person in front of him, he couldn't completely escape this incredible blow, and he only had time to pounce forward, and the deadly light had already chased behind his back. The sudden approaching chill made his hair stand on end, and all the power of the blood gathered on the scabbard of Qiulu on the leaf behind him, and he wanted to eat this blow.

"K-" There was a crack, and the sudden golden light reflected the space within a radius of ten zhang, and the surging Buddha power burned all the filthy things, but it couldn't hide the little silver-white light in the center.

Qin Yan clearly heard the sound of his bones breaking.

His body was swept away by the shockwave, and he rolled around on the ground a few times before he got up and took two steps forward, and suddenly found a beam of sunlight on his face by the windowsill, and all the gloom was gone—the great array that the old ghost had exhausted had worked so hard to set up was shattered in the violent shock just now.

The silver hook chases the soul, and it really lives up to its name!

Qin Yan shook his head, feeling very sad all over. A cold aura suddenly rose up on his back, he reached out and touched it back, and found that the sword scabbard of Qiu Lu on the leaf had been broken, and he could no longer restrain the domineering aura of the peerless demon sword, so that the murderous aura overflowed, and the first one was about to attack its master.

'Not good!' he didn't have time to pay attention to the battle situation in the rear, so he hurriedly left the place where it was wrong.

Why is this still a place of right and wrong?

It stands to reason that the old ghost has died, the map has changed hands, the battle is over, and when the song is over, it is time for the big guys to go back to rest...... However, this is not the case! While Qin Yan resisted the Soul Chasing Silver Hook, another life and death battle was also witnessed in the battle circle in the rear.

The silver hook was taken off, and Ruan Han lost his blade, and this was a good time to start, so Haochen Gang was moved. Although he didn't move, the look on his face that showed him for a moment revealed his thoughts. However, as soon as Ruan Han shot out the silver hook, he immediately resumed his vigilant posture, and he still did not show a single flaw in his body.

Few people know that, in addition to a pair of silver hooks, his two hands are also extremely powerful weapons. Hao Chengang saw this, so although he was moved, he didn't act.

But Haochengang's immobility does not mean that others do not move. When Ruan Han was engrossed in guarding Hao Chengang, a deep black shadow suddenly floated on the ground behind him, and a large pitch-black blade was lifted from his slender white palm, stabbing towards his vest with lightning speed.

This kind of sneak attack trick can be hidden from others, but it can't hide the "silver hook chasing soul". Ruan Leng snorted, didn't look back, and slapped his palm back, and the many blades were bounced away by a powerful repulsive force, reflecting back towards their owners. Gong Yunchong didn't expect the old demon's cultivation to be so profound, and he was caught off guard and disgraced.

Hao Chengang's eyes moved, and he also took a step forward at this time, and his palm glowed with white light, and slowly passed it towards Ruan Han's chest.