Wolf smoke is everywhere, and ghosts and demons are rampant.

Under the ghostly power, the aura of demons and ghosts is pervasive.

"Senior, there are monsters?"

Wen Xun was puzzled, he didn't have a magic eye, and he couldn't see the qi emitted by ghosts.

Just like people, in fact, people exude popularity all the time, such as: stench, milky smell, fishy smell, riot and so on.

It's just that you can't see it with the naked eye, and although you can't see your popularity, if you stand in front of you, you can see it.

Wen Xun is the same, he can't see the ghost, but he is in a state of spirit, if a ghost stands in front of him, he can see it.

"Yes! You and Chang'an work together to take care of each other. After Zhiqiu Yiye finished speaking, he flew out sideways, and actually went to the winner's direction.

Yang Changan used his ghostly powers, and he could clearly see where there was a huge black smoke, which was the qi emitted by ghosts.

"Mr. Wen, follow me. ”

Yang Changan turned his head and looked at the black fog not far away.

The two flew along, landed on the snow, and then quietly penetrated into it.

Below.

They saw a man, a man with a faint breath.

"Cold... It's so cold......"

The man's face was bloodless, so pale that he almost melted into the ice and snow that covered him, and his eyes were half-closed, because of trembling, his frozen eyelashes kept colliding and fighting, and his face was painful.

And beside him, a dark, scrawny old ghost was lying there.

The long ghost's mouth stretched out like a smoking gun, and inserted it into the man's mouth, which was slightly open from trembling, and wisps of popularity were being sucked by it.

Its face is comfortable and serene, and when it takes a puff, its eyes are misty, and the aftertaste is endless, as if it is smoking a big cigarette, and it is comfortable to the depths of the ghost.

The man's legs were crushed by the snow, and only his upper body was struggling, and he was already dying, and he was sucked by an old ghost, which exacerbated his death speed.

As soon as Yang Changan and Wen Xun fell, they immediately saw this old ghost.

Although Wen Xun can't see the ghost aura emitted by the ghost, he is similar to the ghost in the state of the spirit, and he can see these ghostly things.

If it is a physical body, Wen Xun needs to use the yellow fu to open the magic eye, and he can see some ghosts with low strength, and the resentful daughter of Wu Dahan's family was discovered by him in this way.

"Evil Barrier!"

The ghost thing was immersed in sucking popularity, Wen Xun was suddenly annoyed, and with a wave of one hand, a gang wind swirled and roared out, covering the old ghost like a drop of blood.

The strong wind wrenched its body like a knife, and the originally formed ghost body was quickly twisted into a cloud of black mist.

"Ah...... Human Daoist!"

Suddenly in pain, the ghost creature screamed like a torn cry, and its hideous and frightened face could be vaguely seen in the black mist.

"What kind of means is this?"

Yang Changan was surprised.

"My lord, this is the Nine Heavens Gangfeng. If we want to become more powerful after becoming Yin Gods, we will have to fly above the Nine Heavens to survive the Wind Tribulation. Nine heavens, nine winds, one is more difficult than the other, and the soul may be scattered at any time. It's been so many years, and I've only survived two storms, and the feeling is really painful, the pain that goes deep into the soul, it's terrifying. ”

The picture of the catastrophe is still fresh in my memory, the heart-rending pain is vivid, and the text is a clever question, and I suddenly come back to my senses and no longer think about it.

"Crossing the Storm?"

Yang Changan looked at him.

"My lord, the Yin God needs to go up to the Nine Heavens to cross the Wind Tribulation, and the Yang God needs to cross the Fire Tribulation. The former can have the Gang Wind Divine Power by surviving the Wind Tribulation, and the latter can have the Samadhi True Fire by surviving the Fire Tribulation. Gangfeng and True Fire are both extremely powerful. ”

Wen Xun said patiently.

Seeing that he was about to release Gangfeng again, Yang Changan immediately shouted, "Mr. Wen, let me kill it." ”

This is pure yang energy.

A purple gold streamer flew by, and Yang Changan drove the purple gold pen through the black mist, covering it with a thunderous net.

One breath.

Or a breath.

The ghosts have turned to ashes.

[Qi Eater Ghost!, which specializes in absorbing the popularity of people with weak breath, has a glimmer of life, but when it encounters such a ghost, it will accelerate its death and be powerless to return to the sky. 】

Divine power on the plate.

【Pure Yang Energy: 24】

Harvesting two points of pure yang energy again, Yang Changan was quite satisfied.

"My lord, this golden flower is worth it, this purple gold pen actually contains thunder and lightning, although it is only a wisp, but it is enough to be comparable to the power of the six winds. It is the nemesis of ghosts. The power of thunder and lightning can only be mastered by the pure yang powerhouse, and the gods are envious. Wen Xun exclaimed.

"Luck, maybe this pen is destined for me. ”

Yang Changan also smiled with satisfaction.

The two glanced at the man who was about to be angry, and they couldn't save him, so they had to sigh regretfully.

Life and death have fate, maybe this is his fate.

Yang Changan and Wen Xun turned their heads and returned to the snow.

"Your Excellency, lead the way. Wen Xun knew that he could see ghosts, so he didn't ask much, and at this time he sharpened his knife and prepared to kill.

Yang Changan raised his eyes and saw a larger black gas not far away, his eyes sank, and he said, "Let's go, let's go over there." ”

The two flew over, through the snow, and came to the bottom of a collapsed house.

Half propped up, half collapsed.

A small, sloping space was left with splintered wood and snow littered.

Seven or eight corpses were piled up on top of each other, apparently to keep warm, and from their countenances, it seemed as if they had just frozen to death.

And that wisp of black gas came out of this pile of corpses.

Yang Changan frowned, winked at Wen Xun, and signaled that there was something down there.

Wen Xun immediately understood, and with a wave of one hand, he sent out a form of tornado-like Gangfeng, only to see that it was getting longer and longer, and it actually formed a wind line, penetrating through the gap in the corpse.

Suddenly.

Rumble!

A huge yin wind suddenly blew up, followed by a black mist floating up, chasing a tornado behind it, trying to wrench it in it.

However, in the turmoil of the black mist, an even more powerful yin wind erupted, which suddenly tore the tornado wind.

Then the black mist transformed into a ghostly creature with a strong appearance, a face with black lines, and a head with horns soaring to the sky, resembling a human being.

It was twice as large as the gas eater it had just had.

At the moment of crushing the tornado, it turned its head and saw Yang Changan and Wen Xun floating in the air.

"Human, Fa Xiu?"

The ghost creature smiled hideously, and its barbed yellow tongue licked its mouth, "The divine soul of human law cultivation is the most delicious, and it is much more delicious than these ordinary humans!"

"My lord, this ghost is a ghost soldier, much more powerful than the previous ghost, be careful. ”

Wen Xun reminded loudly.

"Ghost soldiers, kill them like that!"

Yang Changan knew that the little ghost corresponded to the out-of-body, and the ghost soldier only corresponded to the Yin God, so he could still kill it.

"Jie Ji, I'm not an ordinary ghost soldier, but a third-class ghost soldier who has been cooked three times. ”

The ghost creature smiled weirdly, "One of you has only survived two wind tribulations, and one of you hasn't even survived a wind crossing, and when you meet me, your time of death is up." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw it flash ruthlessly, and pounced on Yang Changan and the others.