"Hmph, yes, I want to see whose death date it is" Zi Yang said, his palms were folded, and he rotated and overlapped slightly across the front and back of his chest, and a purple-black triangular decree slowly appeared, instantly blooming with several strange and incomparably incomparable lights, and the light quickly escaped into the ground after it appeared, like a purple snake, running under the dying road, and flowing into the ghost face cliff in an instant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's said that you are in charge of the Ghost Face Cliff, today is just the right time to open your eyes" Lu Qinggu was not afraid when he saw this, but with a flick of his long sleeves, the ghost soldiers behind him were like wasps out of the nest, fierce and murderous.

Ziyang's long arm was stretched, and a huge eagle-shaped magic screen appeared in the void, blocking the moment the striker was blocked, and he turned around and held the shoulders of Zhu Yifei and the little monk and said, "You guys quickly find a place to hide."

Zhu Yifei agreed, hurriedly grabbed the little monk, and ran towards the nearest boulder on the border of the Dying Road.

At the same time, the ghost face cliff protruded with blood-colored waves, as if the soul of a surging desolate beast crawled out of the ground, and the dying road began to vibrate, and a winding crack appeared from the middle, instantly stretching out a width of dozens of meters, and those blue-armored ghost soldiers who had not yet reacted fell into the rolling red tide under the ravine in a row, panicked and wailed.

The ghosts of the blood sea appeared, and the soldiers of Ji fell to Daoxiong, stepping on thousands of waves of the sea, and making bone cities one after another.

The crack had already turned into a half-cliff abyss, and a spacious rainbow bridge was suddenly erected from bottom to top, and on the rainbow bridge, countless ghost-faced red-armored soldiers were about to come, and it didn't take long for them to confront the green-armored soldiers, and the face of the green bones turned black in an instant.

Zhu Yifei and the little monk hid behind the boulder, and it was behind the oblique back of those red-armored soldiers that they saw that those ghost soldiers were all wearing bright red armor, the lower half of their legs were cloud-like, and they also wore white hats like sharp horns on their heads, but at the very tip there was a long silk ribbon hanging from the top, and the shape of the microwave fluttering in the wind looked extremely beautiful and elegant.

And what surprised Zhu Yifei the most was that these red-armored ghost soldiers all had no weapons, and even the hands hanging on both sides looked like pieces of paper, weak and weak, their bodies were extremely tall, almost more than double that of the blue-armored soldiers, at least for the time being, they had suppressed the other party without the power to resist.

"How could it be, how could you invoke the blood force, aren't you afraid of being counterattacked?" Lu Qinggu was obviously frightened, and his voice trembled unconsciously.

"Didn't you forget where I came from?" Ziyang laughed coldly.

"Where did you come from? yes, you climbed up from under this ghost-faced cliff, but........ I know, it turns out that your real body is bloody, so you can control them" Lu Qinggu suddenly realized.

"Well, you're right, my real body is indeed a bloody ghost, but it's a pity that you know it too late."

"No wonder, no wonder the ghost king is afraid of you" Lu Qinggu took a deep breath and continued: "But since I have been against you, even if I retreat, there is no way to live, it is better to fight a fish and die in the net" Lu Qinggu said and reached out and grabbed it on his face, and actually tore off a piece of his face, revealing the original ghost of green fangs.

At the same time, his body began to skyrocket dozens of times, the green coat on his body was stretched into pieces, flying all over the sky, and his bare back was covered with strange scars of Dodge, which looked more like a climbing poisonous snake on his already bruised skin.

Thousands of ghostly hands spread out in the twilight like old trees, each with four fingers, long and sharp, looking more like dyed ivory.

"Is this their essence?" asked Zhu Yifei.

"It should be," the little monk shook his head, looking at it with relish.

"Why aren't you afraid?" Looking at the scene in front of you, but any normal person is very creepy, okay, but Mao, this little kid didn't show a little fear?

"Of course I'm afraid," the little monk said calmly.

"Why didn't I see it" Zhu Yifei tore open his sleeves and pretended to look up and down.

"Now the two of us are ghosts, of course you can't see it"

"Oh yes, you're wearing a hat."

"How can Brother Ziyang mobilize his blood?" the little monk suddenly frowned and thought.

"He and Ji Wuming are friends, maybe Ji Wuming told him" Thinking that Ji Wuming died in the hands of Ziyang, he always felt inexplicably awkward in his heart.

The little monk did not answer, but pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhu Yifei also stared intently at the battlefield in front of him, Lu Qinggu had already completed his transformation, but Ziyang didn't make any big moves, with a sneer on the corner of his lips, sitting on a bloody shoulder in the middle, looking calm and calm, with a bamboo in his chest.

With a roar that I don't know what, the dying road instantly closed as before, and the soldiers on both sides of the strait also rushed to fight each other, their speed was faster than the speed of light, at first Zhu Yifei could still see some details, which soldier cut off which hand, which gnawed off which head, but later, it was almost the cyan shadow and the red shadow swirling and blending and separating, the whole thing was like an abstract painting, and it was the kind of animation that could make people go insane.

Zhu Yifei saw a feeling of motion sickness, so she simply closed her eyes, turned her back and rested on the boulder, and the little monk next to her pouted his ass and watched it fascinated, fighting with those crazy fans.

"Demon girl, you're going to lose," the little monk said suddenly after half a salary.

"Hey, I already knew, that Lu Qinggu is not an opponent" Zhu Yifei rolled her eyes and said.

"No, it's Brother Ziyang who lost"

"What? how is it possible" Frightened by this, he hurriedly turned around and saw that Ziyang was clamping his limbs by several hands of Nalu Qinggu, and one of them had accidentally swept away the hat on his head, revealing a handsome face like a frosty pine bamboo.

"Hahaha, Ji Wufang, it turns out that you are a fake" Na Lu Qing looked up to the sky and laughed, "Then I'll eat you"

Ziyang's face was gray, his hair was scattered, his cyan robe was also torn, and the red at the corners of his lips was extremely eye-catching.

Lu Qing's bone roared in pain, and he threw Ziyang into the air casually, Zhu Yifei slapped the sword horizontally in front of his eyes and slapped Lu Qinggu's head, and then pushed back, jumped up, reached out and hooked Ziyang's trouser leg to his arms, and hugged him in his arms.

"Yifei, where is your hat?" Ziyang's voice was very weak, the weakness between his eyebrows was like that of a person who had been sick for a long time, and his clear eyes revealed a complex emotion intertwined with tension and affection, and the two sword eyebrows were furrowed and weakly relaxed.

"Let me throw it away" Zhu Yifei replied, while throwing Ziyang in the direction of the little monk, the vertical sword in front, with a snort, the second type of royal sea was cast out, and suddenly burst out with an extremely holy light aura, which spread rapidly from her center, and instantly frightened those ghosts and frightened people retreated, and the figure instantly turned into thousands of blue waves, pulling out countless brilliant blue marks behind her rapid galloping.

"Hahahaha, a cultivator in the world, I really haven't eaten such a delicious taste for a long time" Lu Qinggu laughed three times, in vain he brushed aside the layers of ghost soldiers, raised his hand and struck on the blue wave light and shadow, Zhu Yifei felt a mighty rebound force coming from the end of the sword qi, which shook her wrist and almost fell off.

Gritting her teeth, she mobilized all the available true qi in the dantian, and in an instant, layers of light waves spread out from the sword in her hand, blocking Lu Qinggu's attack.

"Well, it's amazing, haha, I like it" Compared with Lu Qinggu's talking and laughing, Zhu Yifei's chest was full of qi and blood, her teeth were clenched, and the fishy sweetness in her throat surged in her mouth one after another, and she swallowed it raw.

"Demon girl, don't be reckless, you can't beat him" The little monk's voice suddenly came, instantly awakening her somewhat numb and chaotic consciousness, and also arousing the fierceness of her own demonic nature.

"Hmph, can't you beat it?" Seeing in a low voice, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but Zhu Yifei didn't feel exhausted because of this, and a tyrannical aura suddenly rose in his chest, which spread all over his body in an instant.

At the same time, the Xuanqing swordsmanship chapter in her mind kept flashing back and forth like a wind wheel, and she couldn't see the moves described on it at all, so she only felt that the last chapter stopped backwards.

Her wrist changed several times at a strange speed, and the blue water double dragon sword was also danced into the shape of a fan dragon, opening into a wide and winding waveform magic screen in mid-air, and constantly flying out like a boundless picture scroll, instantly surrounding the ghost body of Nalu Qinggu, without leaking the slightest gap.

"It's not good, Yifei is going crazy," Ziyang said suddenly.

"Brother Ziyang, save her quickly" The little monk was also anxious and shouted at Ziyang.

A trace of pain flashed in Ziyang's eyes, if he hadn't woken up at this time, he wouldn't have fallen into such a passive situation.

"Brother Ziyang" The little monk saw that he was silently in a daze, and he was about to take off the hat on his head, but was instantly stopped by Ziyang, and said, "Don't worry, I have a way, give me some time, give me some time" Ziyang said and closed his eyes, and after the sword finger drew a bloody mark between his eyebrows, the whole person instantly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, touched the back of his head, and couldn't figure out what kind of spell was used.

With countless explosions, the sword light that was like a fan shadow fairy painting was shattered in an instant, revealing Lu Qinggu, who was embarrassed inside, only to see that all the arms on his body were blown up, half of his grimace was lost, and his chest from the neck down was densely packed with sword holes, and the whole looked like a prawn.

Zhu Yifei's swordsmanship was broken, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be drained of blood, and a few clicks came one after another, accompanied by severe pain, almost engulfing her divine sense, and the bones on her body were broken inch by inch.

Just as she was about to fall into the ghost army, Lu Qinggu suddenly opened her big mouth and spat out a wisp of slender black qi, which rolled around her waist like a rope and pulled it in front of her.

Zhu Yifei held on to the last breath of true qi and obsession, holding the Bishui Shuanglong Sword tightly, thinking that if he stabbed him into the head with all his strength before he got close, he would have to pull a good figure on his back even if he died.

Seeing that the blue-faced grimace was approaching little by little, she who had been prepared suddenly felt that the strength in her waist disappeared, and then Ziyang's miserable white face appeared in front of her, but with a cold smile on the corner of his lips, he hugged her waist very gently, lowered his head and said slowly: "Heroes save beauty, leave it to me to do it."