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[Chapter 773]: Fang Ming was defeated and pretended to be smart

Fang Ming was like a great enemy, his hair stood on end, his eyes contracted, and a death crisis permeated his heart.

The terrifying storm struck with the momentum of the sky, the walls of the Sifang Hall were crushed by the iron hooves of thousands of troops, and a skeleton with hollow eyes and ghostly fire drove a tall war horse with a rotting body and a strong stench towards Fang Ming.

Not only that, but these warriors wearing battle armor, holding war swords, and riding war horses on their crotches were followed by countless ghosts.

Some headless ghosts in tattered linen clothes wandering through the sky.

There are also three powerful ghosts with heads as big as calves, but no flesh.

There are also gods and ghosts covered in blood stains with a battle axe in hand, and the earth shakes with every step of the way.

Thousands of Yin soldiers are coming.

This scene is the second torture of the ghost closing the door!

The Yin soldiers in front of him are not ordinary illusions, but real underworld Yin soldiers.

The Mighty Ghost Gate is a bridge connecting the underworld is a god, and this gate is cast with the underworld as a reference, and all the materials are taken out from the Fengdu Difu by supreme power.

And these Yin soldiers are the ones who died tragically inside the gate of the ghost.

After the death of these people, the three souls and seven spirits were not allowed to enter the underworld, but were detained here and refined into Yin soldiers, for the control of the spirit lord here.

This Yin soldier with thousands of troops, when everyone was alive, was a martial arts power.

Those who have cultivated to the lowest level also have the level of aspectless realm.

These two mighty ghost gates have been passed down in the world for nearly 10,000 years, and I don't know how many people, demons, and ancient spirit descendants of martial arts powerhouses have died in the gates.

Therefore, when Fang Ming sensed the first moment of the crisis, without saying a word, he immediately crushed the teleportation white talisman.

Fang Ming had a strong sense of crisis in his heart, if he was slow for a second, he might die here!

"Knock ——!"

Riding a three-zhang tall ghost horse, the skeleton holding the nine-ring golden knife was the first to approach in front of Fang Mingdi.

With a slash, the sky and the earth changed color, and the ghost wind howled.

On closer inspection, the nine-ring golden knife was wrapped with endless ghosts.

I don't know how many unjust souls have died under this knife.

Fang Ming took out the ancestral tree green vine with his backhand, and pointed to the center of his eyebrows, the Great Perfection cultivation of the Divine Yuan Realm swept abruptly, just when he thought that this battle would be inevitable.

The shattered white jade talisman turned into a round of bright moonlight, enveloping Fang Ming in it.

The nine-ring golden knife slashed hard at the bright moonlight.

In an instant, a burst of sparks burst out, and many unjust souls wrapped around the nine-ring golden knife touched the bright moonlight in an instant, and let out painful wails that were purified and cracked.

And the spirit lord hidden in the door of the first mighty ghost saw the moon curtain appear.

A black shadow appeared in mid-air.

A low flute whistle blew across the sky.

Wherever the flute passed, after thousands of troops and horses heard it, they who were originally restless and violent were obedient like babies in an instant, and many Yin soldiers stood in place, no longer moving, and let Fang Ming leave.

"Whew——!"

The moonlight wrapped Fang Ming and disappeared into the door of the first powerful ghost.

In the Heavenly Tower of Enlightenment, a white light suddenly appeared.

Fang Ming, who had survived the catastrophe, was shocked and fell from the moonlight to the blue brick ground.

Fang Ming, who had not yet recovered, was covered in cold sweat, and for a moment, it was difficult to shake his senses, and the terrifying scene of the Yin soldiers just now surrounded him like a nightmare for a long time.

The panting Fang Ming stared blankly at the four directions.

At this moment, everyone in the Heavenly Tower fell into a strange expression.

Ye Li saw that the person who was the first to come out of the Wei Ghost Gate was actually Fang Ming, and couldn't help but open her purple pupils and secretly gasp.

"Fang Ming was actually the first to walk out, so Fang Zhi won?"

Ji Nanfeng was also stunned, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, seeing that Fang Ming's aftershock hadn't faded yet, his eyes couldn't help but look at the second mighty ghost closing the door.

Fang Ming was defeated...... How is it possible, in terms of strength and martial arts heritage, this son is not as good as Fang Ming, but he is later than Fang Ming. Ji Nanfeng was stunned, but then shook his head decisively and abandoned this idea.

Fang Zhisheng's feasibility is minimal.

Then there is only one possibility left.

Fang Zhi probably died inside the Wei Ghost Gate at this time!

Judging from Fang Mingdi's frightened appearance, most of them escaped at the last moment.

And Fang Zhi probably didn't even have time to crush the white jade talisman, so he was buried in the door of the mighty ghost.

Lin Wuzhu noticed a messy aura appearing in the Enlightenment Heavenly Tower, and after opening his bright eyes and seeing that the first person to walk out was Fang Ming, he couldn't help but have a bright light in his eyes.

"This Fang Zhi actually defeated Fang Ming? It's a bit interesting, it seems that you can't underestimate this son anymore!" Lin Wuzhu secretly kept this matter in mind.

The silver ancestor hedgehog snickered when he saw this frightened look.

The ghost closes the door, but it is known as a small underworld.

This gate used to be terrifying even to the half-saint power of the demon clan, and even the juniors of the Phaseless Realm dared to try its power, I really don't know how the word death is written.

"That little god should have died inside. Seeing that Fang Zhi didn't appear, the silver ancestor hedgehog couldn't help but have the idea that it was not much different from Ji Nanfeng.

And at this time, after Fang Ming finally gradually calmed down, he couldn't help but be glad that he was still alive at this time, and after he slowly got up, he immediately raised his head and said with a laugh: "Fang Zhi, I have persevered for seven days, how long have you persevered?"

"You don't even have clan blood, and you dare to compete with me, you really don't know whether you live or die. This time, are you convinced?"

Fang Ming almost calmed down, and he was secretly proud.

He relied on the ancestral tree to stay in the Weigui Gate for a full seven days.

Fang Zhi, a person who didn't even possess the bloodline of the clan, was probably at most in the Weigui Sect for about three days.

If you don't attack his heart at this time, and hit his fragmented sharpness, when will you wait?

But Fang Ming soon found out that his words didn't get half a response. In the next second, Fang Mingji Nanfeng and Ye Li's strange gazes focused on him, as if they were looking at a fool, Fang Mingdi's heart couldn't help but chuckle, and an unpleasant signal came out.

"Could it be that Fang Zhi is still inside the Mighty Ghost Gate?" After Fang Ming's heart swept through this thought, his eyes immediately looked around in shock, as if he wanted to find something.

But after several searches, Fang Ming couldn't find the familiar figure that made him hate gritting his teeth.

When he confirmed that Fang Zhi was not in the Enlightenment Heavenly Tower, and looked up to find that the second powerful ghost was still in operation, Fang Ming only felt a heavy hammer slam into his heart, and his face turned pale suddenly.

At this moment, Fang Ming only felt a hot pain on his face, especially the strange and sarcastic gazes of everyone kept lingering on him, making him only feel that he was being targeted by one arrow after another.