"Bang bang bang!"

In the mass grave, it was really like a storm, and hundreds of ghost-headed eagles were constantly attacking Shen Xiaolang from all directions.

And Shen Xiaolang, who was exhausted as early as ten minutes ago, could only use the yin and yang umbrella in his hand to resist the siege of the ghost eagle group. At the same time, he must always be careful to hover not far above his head, and he will attack his Devil-headed Eagle King at any time.

Damn! Do you really want to die here? If you knew that you wouldn't have been able to come! You even took Xiaofan's life!

Thinking in his heart, Shen Xiaolang hurriedly took out the last spare piece of dried cinnabar from the black cloth bag, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Poof!" While using the parasol to repel the few ghost-headed eagles closest to him, Shen Xiaolang sprayed cinnabar on the money sword in his left hand. At this moment, he just wanted to destroy the Ghost Eagle King who had been hovering above his head as soon as possible, and would sneak attack him from time to time.

Because only by destroying the source of the undead in the body of the Devil-headed Eagle King can the immortal bodies of the other Devil-headed Eagles be completely cracked. Only in this way can Shen Xiaolang be able to purge all the remaining ghost eagles alive.

However, the so-called source of necromancy, as the name suggests, is a colorful bead similar to the demon beast Neidan formed by the convergence of the death aura of a large number of resentful spirits.

However, in order to gather a group of ghosts that are the size of a fist in the body of the Devil-headed Eagle King, and can control such a large number of Devil-headed Eagles at the same time, and are also the source of the physical undead, it is necessary to accumulate at least hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits' death breath.

So in the same way, this source of the undead, which is even more powerful than Nedan, is not very easy to destroy.

Sure enough, although Shen Xiaolang took advantage of the opportunity of the Devil-headed Eagle King's sneak attack on him and successfully shot the cinnabar-coated money sword into his chest, the Devil-headed Eagle King seemed to be unaffected in the slightest, and slammed his iron claws towards Shen Xiaolang's front door.

It was too late, and at the moment when Shen Xiaolang was about to die, a black figure quickly blocked in front of him.

Immediately afterward, only a sound of "Peng!" was heard, and a strong shock wave suddenly spread out in all directions. On the overgrown ground, a black figure was the center, and a round crater with a diameter of ten meters was blown out.

After the dust settled, I saw that the iron claws of the Ghost Eagle King seemed to be bombarded on the steel plate, and it stopped in mid-air about two meters away in front of Shen Xiaolang.

Putting down the hands covering his forehead, Shen Xiaolang saw clearly the appearance of the black figure who helped him block the fatal blow. It turned out that this figure was none other than Ding Xiaofan, who had entered a demonized state.

But why did Ding Xiaofan, who was still deep in the illusion and completely unconscious just now, appear in front of Shen Xiaolang in time at this moment?

Rewind the time to about three minutes ago, in a palace inlaid with gold and jade, Ding Xiaofan, who was physically exhausted, was finally surrounded by ghosts such as the Nine Yin Corpse Demon and the red-clothed female ghost in front of a locked iron door. And around this iron gate, it is a desperate situation surrounded by walls.

"Ding Xiaofan, I said it a long time ago, you can't escape!" While approaching Ding Xiaofan who was huddled in the corner, the Nine Yin Corpse couldn't wait to open its bloody mouth full of yellow mucus, and quickly bit it down on his throat.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaofan, who was almost out of oil, hurriedly turned sideways and narrowly avoided the fatal blow of the Nine Yin Corpse.

Then, only a loud bang was heard, and the iron door behind him was violently collapsed by the Nine Yin Corpse.

"I really didn't expect that the person who fell for my spiritual illusion would still be able to survive until now!It's a pity, you are destined to die here today, and then stay in this infinite loop illusion forever!" With that, the Nine Yin Corpse Demon withdrew its neck, which had become longer to facilitate the attack.

But at this moment, the Nine Yin Corpse Demon, who was still standing in front of Ding Xiaofan just now and was about to attack him, suddenly fell. To be precise, it was the upper body of the Nine Yin Corpse that fell to the ground.

It turned out that at the moment when the Nine Yin Corpse Demon attacked Ding Xiaofan again, a sharp blade quickly stretched out from behind the iron gate and slashed it in half.

"It's worthy of being a ghost doctor, I'm afraid that only you can silently and forcibly break into the illusion I have arranged in his spiritual world!" As soon as the words fell, the Nine Yin Corpse, who was originally standing in front of Ding Xiaofan and only had only his legs left, quickly regrew his upper body.

However, the upper body of the Nine Yin Corpse that had fallen to the ground before had also disappeared without a trace.

"Being able to hide in Ding Xiaofan's spiritual world silently before your body was incinerated by hellfire, you are quite impressive. As he spoke, the doctor slowly walked out from behind the iron door while playing with the scalpel.

Walking to Ding Xiaofan's side, the doctor stared at the Nine Yin Corpse in front of him, and continued, "If my guess is correct, that Qi Tianwen is the puppet you asked Ye Qiu to transform with a living person more than twenty years ago!"

Hearing this, the Nine Yin Corpse couldn't help but sneer, "I didn't expect that even this matter was seen through by you. But even then, you can't escape death!Because this is a fantasy I have set up, and you can't use any abilities here!"

As he spoke, the Nine Yin Corpse Demon suddenly waved its claws stained with green slime and grabbed them at Ding Xiaofan and the doctor's front door respectively.

"Looks like you still don't know me. Faced with the attack of the Nine Yin Corpse, the doctor first cut off his hands with a scalpel, and then placed the scalpel across his chest.

"Remember, my scalpel is the strongest ability!" As soon as the words fell, before the Nine Yin Corpse could react, the doctor directly used the scalpel to quickly slash through the void.

Immediately afterward, a straight crack appeared where the scalpel had slashed. Subsequently, except for the doctor and Ding Xiaofan, the entire palace, including the ghosts and monsters such as the Nine Yin Corpse Demons, all turned into pieces along with the spreading crack in mid-air.

So just like that, Ding Xiaofan and the doctor quickly regained consciousness.

After returning the time to three minutes, leaving the doctor to clear the remaining group of Devil-headed Eagles in the valley, Ding Xiaofan quickly rushed to Shen Xiaolang and blocked the fatal blow of the Devil-headed Eagle King for him.

"Damn! You stinky owl really has some brute strength!" Ding Xiaofan, who grabbed the eagle claws of the Ghost Eagle King and had dozens of tons of arm strength, felt a little struggling at this time.

"Xiaofan, don't fight with it, you can't beat it. My money sword is buried in its chest, just concentrate on attacking its chest!" While resisting the attack of the swarming group of ghost-headed eagles, Shen Xiaolang hurriedly reminded it.

"Really, then I want to see how powerful this owl is!" After all, Ding Xiaofan, whose mental damage had not yet fully healed, actually competed with the Ghost Eagle King with his bare hands.

But although he had entered a demonic state, in the face of the Ghost Eagle King, who had cultivated for more than two thousand years, Ding Xiaofan was finally at a disadvantage.

Immediately after, only a muffled sound of "Peng!" could be heard, and while Ding Xiaofan's demonic power was gradually exhausted and had no time to recover, the Devil-headed Eagle King slammed his iron claws on his chest.

"Poof!" was hit head-on by the Ghost Head Eagle King without sparing any effort, and Ding Xiaofan suddenly flew out with blood sprayed.

"Bang bang bang!" It wasn't until he smashed three stone tablets in a row that Ding Xiaofan, who was knocked away by the Ghost Head Eagle King, fell into a pile of broken stones.

"Damn! This stinky owl actually scratched my new leather coat!" got up from the ground and found that a bloody hole had been broken in his chest, and the furious Ding Xiaofan first punched away a few ordinary ghost-headed eagles in front of him, and then flew into the air and rushed to the front of the Devil-headed Eagle King.

Stabilizing his body in mid-air, Ding Xiaofan first released a blood-red fireball about the size of a human head, blasting towards the bleeding chest of the Ghost Head Eagle King.

And although the Devil-headed Eagle King is huge, his reaction is really not slow. Seeing the fireball coming towards him, he quickly waved his wings in an attempt to create a strong air current to blow it away.

Sure enough, the air flow created by the Devil-headed Eagle King not only did not weaken the attack of the red fireball, but made the fireball burn even more vigorously. Not only that, but its wings were even badly burned by the fire of hell.

However, the Ghost Head Eagle King, who has more than 2,000 years of cultivation, is not comparable to ordinary demons and monsters. Despite the damage to his wings, the Ghost Eagle King still spewed a black air mass that was even bigger than his fireball at Ding Xiaofan as a return gift.

"Be careful! There is a lot of poisonous smoke hidden in this black ball!" Seeing this, Shen Xiaolang, who had almost died here, hurriedly reminded. But for Shen Xiaolang's words, Ding Xiaofan turned a deaf ear and crashed into the black air mass.

I could only hear a loud sound of "Peng!", and in just one breath, Ding Xiaofan, who was wrapped in blood-red flames all over his body, passed through the black air mass containing high-intensity corrosive gas.

Then, Ding Xiaofan, who rushed out of the black air mass, slammed his fist on the chin of the Ghost Eagle King. "Bang bang bang!" The next moment, before he could react, Ding Xiaofan threw dozens of punches in a row, all of which hit his chest, which had already been stabbed by the money sword.

Under Ding Xiaofan's onslaught, the huge figure of the Ghost Head Eagle King began to become crumbling.

In addition, since Ding Xiaofan's every blow was attached to the element of hellfire, the Ghost Eagle King's chest also burned with blood-red flames, and it quickly spread throughout his body.

But although he was surrounded by hellfire, the Devil-headed Eagle King with strong vitality fluttered his wings that gradually turned into ashes like a phoenix bathing in fire, roared wildly, and slammed into Ding Xiaofan with his burning head.

"It's a good time!" Seeing this, Ding Xiaofan shouted violently, quickly flew out of the foot, and kicked straight at the fire-scorched head that hit him.

"Peng!" There was another loud bang, and under the confrontation with Ding Xiaofan, the Ghost Head Eagle King, who was nearly 100 meters long, was actually defeated, and fell to the ground from the mid-air of about three stories high, directly moving the mass grave with tombstones to the ground.

Immediately after, a "click!" sound was heard, and at the same time as the Devil-headed Eagle King fell into the mass grave and turned to ashes, a figure that was almost decomposed to the point of being reduced to skeletons suddenly appeared in the charred black fragments that had been shattered.

Landing into the huge pit that was smashed out by the Devil-headed Eagle King and penetrated the entire mass grave, Ding Xiaofan suddenly found that this figure that looked like a zombie was sticking a blood-soaked money sword in his chest.

"It's been more than 2,000 years! I didn't hesitate to sell my soul, and even turned myself into such a non-human and ghost-like appearance, wandering between the human world and the Yellow Spring for more than 2,000 years, just to find Rong'er's soul so that Rong'er could be resurrected!

"Rong'er was killed by you! You executioners deserve to die!" Before the words fell, this middle-aged man covered in viscous blood turned into an afterimage like a ghost, and instantly came behind Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang.

This story is pure fiction and will be continued