Yan Chixia took Jing Chu all the way to the north, and arrived at a desolate hill in a short time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoJing Chu looked at it, and it was full of withered grass and large and small grave mounds. A few crows were parked on the sparse poplar trees, staring at Yan Chixia and Jing Chu and making ugly sounds.

"This is the ghostly place you said Brother Yan?" Jing Chu asked.

Yan Chixia nodded lightly and cautiously probed her surroundings. After his divine sense had probed the surroundings, he said to Jing Chu, "It's here." At this time, it is already dusk, and the ghost qi has gradually risen from the ground to the surface, and after a while, those evil spirits will feel your breath come out. ”

Jing Chu heard Yan Chixia mention the ghost qi several times, and then looked around, except for the barren tomb poplar and withered grass, there was nothing else, so he asked, "Ghost qi?" Where is it? Why can't I see it. ”

Yan Chixia pulled out the long sword behind her back and said slowly: "You pull the merit power of the Soul Sea to your eyes, and you can see it with just a wisp." ”

Jing Chu did as he was told, carefully drawing out the power of merit in the treasure of merit and guiding it into his eyes. As soon as the power of merit touched the eyes, it was like ice dissolving water and dissolving into the eyes in one eye. At that moment, a ghostly world appeared in front of Jing Chu's eyes.

Almost every deserted grave has gray smoke lingering over it. More than a dozen of them were so dense that they almost condensed into liquid. As he was watching, the grimaces of the green fangs poked out of the dense gray smoke in more than a dozen places.

"Forbidden Demon Sword Momentum." As soon as these dozen evil ghosts appeared, Yan Chixia, who had been waiting for a long time, shook the long sword in her hand, and the silver light was thrown out like a match, entangled with all the evil ghosts.

This forbidden demon sword momentum is the only defensive sword posture among the thirteen sword potentials of the True Martial Demon Sword, but even this only defensive sword momentum, like other True Martial Demon Sword Potential, naturally has restraint against demons and monsters, plus it is an innate sword momentum, and it is incomparably sharp.

Most of those evil ghosts are just a foundation, the ghost body has not been condensed for a long time, and it is still unstable, and when they encounter this extraordinary forbidden demon sword sword momentum, they can only flee for their lives. Seeing the sword light coming, he quickly retracted into the gray smoke, and the shrunken head was tightly locked by the sword light, and in an instant, the ghost body was cut through countless narrow cracks by the invisible sword qi. Those who retracted didn't fall well either. The silver sword light followed like a shadow, and then it burrowed into the gray smoke, followed by a burst of wailing.

Yan Chixia saw that she had made a contribution with a sword, so she smiled and said, "Brother Jing, try your method of transformation." ”

Jing Chu said: "Okay." The technique of degree and transformation recorded on the "Immeasurable Merit" is also the same as Huang Zhong Dalu and the sound sealing technique, which is just right for Jing Chu's desolate situation of being paralyzed and inconvenient hands and feet.

Therefore, Jing Chu only needs to sit in a wheelchair, use the power of merit, and recite the mantra. I saw that there were words in his mouth, and circles of golden light rippled from his mouth like water lines. As soon as the surrounding gray smoke touched the ripples of these meritorious powers, they were purified and disappeared completely. When the golden ripples collided with the gray smoke mass where the demon was located, there was a burst of explosions.

The wailing of the demons was all the more painful. Jing Chu listened to it in his ears, his heart was faintly unstable, and he increased his strength at the moment, increasing the output of the power of merit.

Yan Chixia's expression suddenly turned grim, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked in the northeast direction of the hill. It was a wood, with dense branches and foliage, and no sunlight penetrated, which was in stark contrast to the desolate and quiet hills. What's even more strange is that Yan Chixia felt as if there was no forest in her spiritual awareness, but it appeared clearly in her vision.