"This is the so-called Gloom Heaven Palace, right?" Gan Xinghui looked at the plaque hanging on the door of the hall and stretched out his head to look into the hall.

The entire hall was empty, and it was very dark.

Gan Xinghui raised his right hand, and a cluster of flames bloomed in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, countless flames separated out, illuminating the entire hall.

The bricks on the ground are artistically placed into a black ghost and evil dragon pattern, and the chandelier in the air also seems to be carved into a dragon shape.

But Gan Xinghui didn't come to see the house, he walked towards the center of the main hall and found a pitch-black token suspended on the throne of the main hall.

"That's you. Gan Xinghui walked quickly towards the token, but just when he was still a hundred meters away from the chair, a sudden killing intent rushed from above the main hall.

He did a backflip, dodging the falling attack, the smoke dissipated, and the dragon-shaped chandelier that was originally hanging above the main hall actually smashed down, this thing was filled with powerful dark attribute energy, and there was absolutely no good fruit to eat when it was hit.

Gan Xinghui glanced at the stone figures around the main hall, and the dust that had been deposited on their bodies for a long time was slowly falling.

Gan Xinghui glanced at his feet, the floor tile he stepped on with his right foot had fallen a few points, it seemed that he had accidentally stepped on it when he had just avoided the chandelier, and the fall was too small to be noticed at all.

Those stone men moved like living people, grabbed the weapons beside them, and rushed towards Gan Xinghui.

Gan Xinghui raised his right hand unhurriedly, and a pure and scorching fireball appeared in his palm and pushed it gently.

The fireball slammed into one of the stone figures, turning them into molten slurry in an instant, and just as he raised his hand to attack the next one, he suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"Poof!" A cloud of black qi emanated from the shattered stone man's body, and these black qi flew towards Gan Xinghui.

Gan Xinghui knew what this black qi was almost instantly, turned around and ran towards the door.

Gan Xinghui stomped on the ground violently, and hundreds of lightning tombstones rose from the ground, shattering all the surrounding stone figures.

Dozens of evil spirit marrow liquid gases flew out, and sure enough, there were so many evil spirit marrow liquid hidden by ghost ink in this hall.

"Ghosts!" Gan Xinghui called out in the psychic link, and the little ghosts immediately separated from his body and rushed towards those evil spirit marrow.

Evil spirit marrow liquid is the ghost's favorite food, ghost ink, ghost ink, you still miscalculated after all!

The essence of these evil spirits fell into the hands of the ghosts, as if the flesh of the fish had been put on a cutting board and could only be slaughtered.

After eating these, the ghost patted his stomach with satisfaction, and then returned to Gan Xinghui's body.

But, did the ghost ink really miscalculate?

Gan Xinghui suddenly felt a gust of evil wind blowing behind him, and he lowered his head violently, and a long knife as black as ink slashed above him, cutting off several of his hairs.

He immediately pulled away from him, but he never thought that the other party's knife was too fast, and suddenly he couldn't get out at all, so he had to raise his knife to meet it.

"Ding!"

The two knives met, and when Gan Xinghui saw the other party's face, he couldn't believe his eyes at all.

It was a girl who looked exactly like the ghost, and what she held in her hand was a knife similar to that of Evil Slayer.

Gan Xinghui asked the girl, "Who are you, why are you in the Gloom Temple?"

The corner of the girl's mouth showed a wicked smile, and said, "Dad, I'm a ghost." ”

"What?" Gan Xinghui was looking at his psychic link in surprise, who knew that the ghost himself had separated from his body, and he already held the evil extinction in his hand.

"Who the hell are you, impostor!" The ghost's eyes were unprecedentedly cold, he had been copied, and this replicant wanted to impersonate himself.

The fake ghost smiled and replied, "I, it's you, you, it's me." It's just that we chose a different path. ”

She lifted the false evil in her hand and stabbed at the ghost.

The ghost killed the stab, then raised his right foot and kicked at the fake ghost.

On the side of the fake ghost's body, he let go of this kick, and at the same time reached out with his left hand, grabbed the ghost's ankle, and pulled it hard.

The ghost was pulled over, and the fake ghost immediately slashed at her with a knife in his right hand.

The ghost immediately leaned back, made an incredible gesture to avoid the knife, and at the same time quickly grabbed the fake ghost's left hand with his left foot, and twisted his body, slamming the fake ghost to the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" Gan Xinghui was wondering when a large hole opened in the roof of the broken hall, and countless black dark energy gushed out of the hole and rushed towards Gan Xinghui.

Gan Xinghui immediately took out the annihilation and, the double-edged sword slashed horizontally, and cut the dark energy into two sections.

The dark energy that was divided into two sections fused together after a few seconds, and gradually turned into a human form, and when this dark energy was fully formed, Gan Xinghui once again felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.

A guy who looked exactly like himself stood there, holding a handful of annihilation that was exactly like himself.

"There's something wrong with this dark energy. "Xiu said to Gan Xinghui in the spiritual link.

Gan Xinghui complained very accurately: "Anyone can see that there is a problem, but the question is where the problem is!"

Xuanwu explained: "The duty of the Temple of the Dark Sky is to collect the evil thoughts of humans and monsters, perhaps these evil thoughts were not dealt with by the Demon Heaven, but hoarded and created these things that can reflect the evil thoughts in the heart. ”

Gan Xinghui asked, "In other words, is this the evil thoughts of me and the ghost?"

Xuanwu nodded: "So to speak, in short, don't release any more demonic beasts until you figure it out." ”

Gan Xinghui immediately rushed towards the fake Gan Xinghui, the fake Gan Xinghui naturally took a step back, Gan Xinghui's extinguishment and swing, but it was only one centimeter away from the fake Gan Xinghui.

It's just ...... Eight Gate Formation?

Gan Xinghui was a little surprised, this evil thought can not only imitate his own behavior, but even his martial arts!

When I think about it, I feel very uncomfortable!

Gan Xinghui immediately raised and extinguished, the opponent's attack happened to be a knife up, Gan Xinghui took advantage of the situation to suppress and extinguish, and pressed the opponent's knife to death.

"Ghosts!"

"Got it, Dad. The ghost slashed away the fake ghost's attack, and then quickly turned into energy and flew towards Gan Xinghui.

Gan Xinghui's body was wrapped in this black energy, and in the next moment, his body was completely controlled by the ghost, transfiguration!

The fake Gan Xinghui snorted coldly, revealing an evil smile, and with a move of his hand, the fake ghost also turned into energy and integrated into the fake Gan Xinghui's body, which was also transformed!

Gan Xinghui had already guessed this, after all, these evil thoughts were imitated by them, and it was normal for them to transform.

The ghost's eyes lit up, and the evil slayer mentioned the position at eye level, and said, "Come on!"