Ming Chuan didn't know what was going on, but the dazzling white light around him didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

In this dazzling light, he barely needed to blink his eyes, there was no discomfort at all, and the softness made him feel very comfortable, and the previous anxiety and restlessness disappeared as if he had been rinsed with warm water.

Under such a white light, Ming Chuan heard a voice, which was completely different from the voice just now, and it was not the voice of the same person.

He looked to the side, and from the reactions of Kageran and Takayama Kaguya, he could tell that they hadn't heard the sound.

He turned his head and searched everywhere to find the source of the sound, but in complete vain.

The sound was not coming from the surroundings, and he soon realized it, the sound was coming from within him, from within him.

It wasn't his own voice, it was someone else inside him.

Ming Chuan didn't continue to pursue, he just acted exactly as the voice instructed.

The light apparently scared the "plants" back for only a moment, and within a few seconds, they were making a comeback.

Ming Chuan raised his arm and mobilized the ghost energy in his body, and his behavior was like turning on some switch, which made those "plants" even more excited, and chased after them with twitching branches with teeth and claws.

Ming Chuan, who had become excited, didn't even look at the "plants" that had become excited, and controlled his ghost qi, gathered them in the palm of his hand, and released them smoothly, causing them to wrap around the blades and stab at the "eyes" at the top of the "plants" that had gathered.

He didn't look at the eyes, he didn't make eye contact with them, he swung the blade almost instinctually, but each of his stabs was precisely stabbed into those "eyes".

Blood splattered.

He couldn't understand why plants had blood. However, most plants do not have eyes on the tops.

This may be a feature of the ghost world.

Ming Chuan continued to wield his blade while thinking wildly.

For every "eye" that was stabbed, a branch curled up back into the ground, as if it had fled after being seriously wounded.

Only this time, instead of just taking a few steps back like before, he completely retracted back into the ground, never wanting to rise again.

But that's not enough, it's not enough. There were too many branches with eyes, and no matter how fast and efficient his movements were, he couldn't kill the three-digit branches at once.

They were soon surrounded by these branches and eyes again.

Under Ming Chuan's order, Ying Lan's footsteps did not pause in the slightest, and kept rushing in the direction of the voice just now.

The light is no longer a deterrent.

Soon, they will once again be devoured by these "eyes".

Ming Chuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, relaxed his arms, and put the knife back in his pocket.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no blade in his hand, and in its place, a black flame.

Although he couldn't summon a net bell or a ghost sword, and although he couldn't find the rune paper he had on his body, his ghost qi was working normally.

Using ghost energy like this in the ghost world was quite a risky thing, and he didn't know what the consequences would be, whether it would cause turmoil on this side - he knew that his worries were a bit excessive, but in such a world where the air was full of ghost energy, he didn't think it was too much to worry about.

However, the voice inside him reassured him to use it boldly.

He followed the instructions of the voice.

Black ghostly flames erupted from his palms, forming a huge pillar of fire that shot straight above their heads, reaching the highest apex, pouring down in all directions like an erupting volcano.

The fountain with the fire looked extraordinarily spectacular, and the "plants" gathered around them were reduced to ashes in an instant, without even the slightest reaction. The clouds above their heads were churning wildly under the impact of the flames, looking like boiling seawater, making huge waves.

The air around them became uneasy.

Mingchuan looked around, and through the torrential rain formed by the flames, Mingchuan saw the whirlpool formed by the frantic air, raging around him, letting out an uneasy roar.

Kaguya's face was full of shock, he didn't know what Kaguya Takayama was shocked about, what made this guy show such an expression.

Ming Chuan turned his head and looked at the shadow in front of him.

Shadow Lan looked a little confused, but he was very determined, confused by something, but also very determined to carry out his orders. Everything around it had no effect on its actions, and it was firmly moving in the same direction.

He unleashed all of his ghostly energy, and the fountain of flames stopped gushing. However, the raindrops formed by the flames did not stop immediately.

He saw the rain of fire fall on Ying Lan's body, emitting a faint wisp of green smoke.

He knew that his ghost qi was not very lethal to his demons, but this kind of injury still made him feel guilty.

The raindrops seemed to be getting denser and denser, and they didn't ease down as he stopped.

The black raindrops gradually joined together, completely covering the bottom of his eyes, and after a while, only a black curtain was left in his vision, and he couldn't even distinguish the shadows in front of him.

The surroundings were completely shrouded in darkness.

……

When Ming Chuan opened his eyes again, he seemed to hear someone whispering.

He felt the softness and warmth underneath him, as comfortable as lying in warm water and soaking in a bathtub.

He looked up to the left and right, and the surroundings were still desolate, and there was no bright light in sight under the dim sky.

He shook his head vigorously, and after a moment remembered where he was.

He sat up slowly on his elbows, and he felt a pant of breath in the motion.

The ground was dark red, as if blood had seeped into the dirt, endless blood, and he just lay on the ground, and the softness and warmth he had just felt came from the ground, or rather, from the blood that seeped into the soil.

The air was filled with a fishy stench, with a faint sweetness, a greasy sweetness.

This is the ghost world.

Ming Chuan once again confirmed this and stood up.

"Awake?" Takayama Kaguya floated over, with a faint smile on his face, Ming Chuan was familiar with this kind of smile, alienated and cold, just like when they first met, there was endless scheming and calculation under the cover of the smile.

Ming Chuan put the palm of his hand against his forehead, shook his head, and asked suspiciously, "What happened just now?"

It wasn't Takayama Kaguya who answered him, but another voice: "You just ran out of your energy and fainted, Lord Akekawa." ”