People are like horses stepping on swallows in mid-air, and the three-foot Qingfeng carries the cold light, and for a while it actually covers the evil moon.

The crowd roared, and no one would have thought that Bu Ye would suddenly jump off the cornices and go straight to the terrifying evil thing.

Suddenly, with a single hair, the whole body moved, and dozens of figures jumped out from all around the deep courtyard.

"Stand down!"

Bu'an broke off and stomped on the ground.

I saw him turn over and get up again, sweeping the sand and dust fluttering in the wind, like a stone chip that quickly brushed the water, and like a straight spear, the long sword in his hand was like the tip of a spear that broke through the air, piercing the pupilless old woman in the courtyard.

The surrounding figures didn't know whether they instinctively obeyed the order, or were shocked by the sudden outburst and fierce momentum of death, and they were all stunned on the spot and stopped.

"Bu Ye can fight?!" The thought rose in the hearts of almost everyone at the same time.

Only hesitated for a moment, and the sword light of the figure in front of him had pierced through the changing Yin Soul body and came out of his back.

The creepy roar came to an abrupt end, leaving only the sound of the wind.

However, this strange silence only lasted for less than a breath, and in an instant it made a comeback in an even more terrifying manner.

In the middle of the courtyard, after Bu'an broke through the ghost, he turned around, only to feel that all the skin and flesh on Zhou's body were in severe pain, as if he had been bitten by countless insects and ants, and the joints were swollen and painful, as if they had been torn off by an inexplicable force and then reconnected.

He used all his strength to stand firmly, and it seemed that he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment, but at the same time, a cool and refreshing chill gathered from his limbs to the lower abdomen dantian, as if a trickle of water gathered into a river.

What a ghostly atmosphere!

Bu An slowly raised the long sword on the ground, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his crooked mouth.

The evil thing not far away has changed from a seventy-year-old woman to a broken old woman, and the only half of the remaining face is constantly swallowing black mist, and the open mouth and nose open and close, as if it has become more and more violent because of anger, and the undulating chest and abdomen are even more roaring mixed with countless sounds.

This soul group has been formed for a long time, it has never been the only one to devour ghosts, how can there be the experience of being devoured by others in turn, even if it is not clear at the moment, but there is always a trace of instinct, and it can't help but be frightened, angry and unwilling.

Bu Anzhong sneered, ignoring the severe pain all over his body, he suddenly threw away his long sword and shouted loudly: "Guard the formation, don't let it run!"

It was only a few breaths since he jumped off the eaves, and the poetry evoked the wandering spirits, and the ripples that rose up covered the entire deep courtyard until this time.

The people of the Seven Divisions only felt that there was an indescribable heroism in this quietly coming aura, and for a while, the pride in the chest that was stirred up by the momentum of the Bu Ye Solo Battle Soul Regiment was in perfect harmony with this poetic pride.

The lives of more than 100 cultivators breathe together with the wandering spirits in the sky, as if the mountains and rivers are flowing together, the piano and the soul cherish each other, the night sky is glowing, and the blood-colored moonlight that fills the deep courtyard is swept away.

The soul group in the courtyard lost the nourishment of the blood moon, and the momentum was stagnant, Bu An did not hesitate at all when he saw this, and pounced again.

On the cornice, Xue Caiyu stood on the spot because he was surprised, but he could see it clearly at this time, but he couldn't help but exclaim.

How terrifying is that soul group, but Bu Gongzi even abandoned the long sword, and only fought with a seven-foot body, where is there any reason to survive?

However, the scene in front of her was completely beyond her imagination.

I saw a person and a ghost in the courtyard, and they collided together with lightning speed, and both sides seemed to have no moves at all.

After the figure was detached, Bu Gongzi really spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees, but ...... But instead of taking advantage of the victory, the soul group slowly retreated, and the roar of anger before turned into a whining wail, as if it was afraid of him.

"Shou...... Hold on, don't let it run away......" Bu An lowered his head and wiped the blood from his lips.

He abandoned the sword purely with his flesh and blood, and resisted this soul group hard, because the previous long sword was carrying the power of the divine soul, and after breaking through the yin soul, it broke it up in an instant, which was not conducive to devouring. Therefore, although this second blow took more damage, the gain was much greater than before.

After experiencing the first promotion, no matter how he hunted ghosts, the ghost qi in the dantian that was divided into two always looked like air masses, and after devouring this soul group twice tonight, the two ghost qi actually condensed a little, and the center had converged into liquid particles.

Even if no one told him the details of the Divine Soul Cultivation, Bu An could guess that it was similar to when there was only one cloud of ghost qi in the dantian last time, and when these two groups of ghost qi condensed into entities and turned into a pill, it would be the day he advanced.

In fact, not only did he gain a lot from these two times, but even the female ghost ghost in the soft armor that he carried around also benefited a lot - the soul group that had been tempered for a long time by Yin Sha no longer had much memory of his previous life, and for a ghost cultivator like her, it was almost beneficial and harmless.

Although the female ghost did not show up from beginning to end, Bu An could hear it, and she was so excited that she seemed to be screaming.

At this moment, Bu An and Wei Mei looked at the slowly retreating soul group, as if looking at a panacea with long legs, and they couldn't wait to swallow it in one gulp.

However, even though the soul group lost its mind, after all, the survival instinct was still there, and seeing Bu'an staggering and standing up again, he immediately ran away desperately.

The people of the Seven Divisions didn't react until this moment: it turned out that this soul group would really escape!

It's too late, it's too soon. The pale soul group, which had lost its human form, rushed towards the west of the courtyard in a panic. happened to be facing Deng Xiaoxian, the commander of the white camp.

Deng Xiaoxian was in a hurry, and he only had time to shout: "Hurry like a law!"

The moment the spell was issued, the rich aura in the courtyard suddenly condensed in front of the flower priest, and then the sound of "boom" rushed to the oncoming soul group like a storm crashing on the shore.

The soul group couldn't rush over, and turned sharply to the south, and the small half of the body was slapped by the aura wave, turning into a silent ghost qi, following behind the soul group.

It only takes a moment for the scattered ghosts to return to the soul, but the ghosts are already with them.

This female ghost swept into the clouds, sucking up these remnant ghost qi, but she didn't dare to go head-to-head with the soul group - she didn't have the domineering ability of Bu An, in case she bumped into the soul group, it was hard to say who swallowed whom.

The soul group dodged Deng Xiaoxian and rushed towards a courtyard wall, it was originally not blocked by the courtyard wall with the body of a yin soul, so it did not slow down at all.

"Stop it!" The blind man knew that if he was rushed out by this evil thing, it would be difficult to catch it again.

Before he could finish speaking, three figures suddenly fell from the wall, two of them swung their swords forward, and one of them stayed behind them.

This soul group was swallowed up by Bu'an tonight so embarrassed that everyone didn't know why, thinking that it was nothing more than that, so when the two brothers waved their swords to block its way, everyone thought that the general situation was decided.

But these two long swords glowing with a glimmer of spiritual power did not play any role at all.

only listened to the two screams of "ah, ah", the sword flower that the two people danced was easily broken by the soul group, and when the pale ghost swept by the side, the three souls were squeezed dry, and they choked on the spot.

Everyone gasped in unison, sweating for the lonely figure still standing under the wall.

At this moment, the crisp copper bell rang, and the golden light flashed in the night, layer upon layer.

The person under the wall is the cold girl who cultivates the natal copper bell. And tonight, her brass bell seems to be even more golden than before.

The pale ghost shadow collided with the virtual image of the Admiralty, but it was only slightly delayed, but the cold girl could no longer stand, and sat limply under the courtyard wall.

It was also the moment when her copper bell blocked it, Bu An rushed behind the ghost shadow and pounced on it.

In an instant, the ghost dissipated.

The treetops of the evergreens in the courtyard rustled, and the blood of the evil moon shone through the fading aura and sprinkled on the dusty dead grass as if nothing had happened.