Unlike the time I met him in the toilet, when we met again, Xiwen didn't feel the breath of life from him, but he could feel a strong hostility. He touched the ring on his left hand, blocked Leng Zimo behind him, and then stepped forward, learning the etiquette of this country, clasped his hands together and made a bow, and said calmly:

"Sir, we are just students of a nearby school, and we were out a little late tonight, thinking of taking a shortcut home, but when we passed here, the cook did not see it, but was caught by the two terrible monsters lying on the ground, and just now the two of us were also in a frightened resistance, and unintentionally slashed them with the knife on the ground. You see that my classmates are all injured, and now I want to take him out to see a doctor. ”

Even though he didn't believe it, Xiwen spoke with sincerity.

"Yellow-haired boy, when you are dying, you still dare to talk nonsense and talk nonsense?"

He didn't move his mouth when he spoke, Xiwen and Leng Zimo both noticed this, combined with the deathly aura that Xiwen felt before, he understood: this person had passed away, and the person standing in front of them was just a corpse, and there was someone else who spoke.

"Be careful!"

Leng Zimo's exclamation came from behind, Xiwen was actually prepared, he instantly pulled out the long sword he had just used from the ring, and blocked it heavily in front of a jade flute. With a "bang", the two put their weapons against each other in front of them for a while, and then the red-faced man pushed forward, and the whole person jumped back, he put the jade flute in his right hand and spun it quickly, and then rushed towards Xiwen again in a swooping position. In order to prevent Leng Zimo, who was injured behind him, from being affected, Xiwen clenched his sword and greeted him, only to hear the sound of "bang" one after another, and the two of them made dozens of moves in just one minute. Although the red-faced man's moves were insidious and unguardable, Xiwen was able to parry calmly, and he had more and more tendency to gain the upper hand, and Leng Zimo, who was watching from the side, was also nervous and broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't care so much, because the residual corpse poison in his body showed signs of resurgence, so he quickly found a corner, sat cross-legged, and luckily drove away the poison. Even if he was closing his eyes and recuperating, Leng Zimo's ears were always paying attention to the battle situation in the outside world, and the crisp sound of the jade flute and the thin sword constantly sounding in his ears. I don't know how long it took, the sound of the weapons connecting each other stopped abruptly, and before Leng Zimo's doubtful eyes opened, a cry of surprise and anxiety came into his ears:

"Leng Zimo! Get down!"

Leng Zimo, who was always vigilant, immediately bent down and put his upper body on the ground after hearing Xiwen's reminder. As soon as Xiwen's words fell, he heard a "ding", and a high-speed flying thing was plunged straight into the rice bag above Leng Zimo. Leng Zimo was covered with cold sweat, he slowly raised his head, and then turned his head to look at the rice bag behind him, and it was the red-faced man's jade flute that was inserted in the rice bag! Suddenly, Leng Zimo seemed to remember something, and the whole person bounced up from the ground and went to Xiwen's side.

"Uncle Red-faced!Ghost Head Jade Flute!You are the Red Lian Ghost King!No!What happened to this Red Lian Ghost King?" Leng Zimo couldn't suppress the tremor in his voice a little.

"It seems that I was still deceived by the school uniform on your body, and I underestimated you. If you want to know what's wrong with him, just go and ask him in person, just you two yellow-haired boys to taste the taste of this ghost Xiao - crossing the ghost gate!"

The Chilian Ghost King's hands formed a series of complex handprints, and the air in the kitchen seemed to be drained and gathered on the jade flute at once, and then a huge energy was released with the jade flute as the center. Xiwen, who had been on guard, stretched out his left hand, and the ring on his middle finger conjured up a semi-circular purple enchantment to envelop the two.

"Help me!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Ahhh......hhh

"Where is this?"

"Brother is here to play with me!"

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

"Where's my head?

......

Countless ghosts were released from the jade flute, some screaming in pain, some wandering in confusion, some looking curiously, and some staring with fierce eyes. In just a few minutes, the kitchen became a hell on earth, with endless black air lingering, the room became darker and darker, and finally only a pitch black remained, all kinds of ghosts cried wolf, bloody wind and rain, which was shocking, and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing.

The two were forced to a corner of the kitchen, and suddenly a rapid and solemn sound sounded, and the kitchen that was originally wailing and complaining became extremely silent in the blink of an eye, and the ghosts that were still wandering around aimlessly just now all stopped collectively, and looked at the two people in the corner of the wall in unison, and countless pairs of red, red, green and green eyes lit up in the dark space.

The sound of the jade flute kept playing, and it became more and more urgent, and the ghosts rushed towards Xiwen and the others as if they had received orders. Xiwen tried to stab the transparent spirits with his rapier through the defensive barrier, but when he swung the rapier, the sword went straight through the bodies of the ghosts, and nothing was stabbed.

"Leng Zimo, this should be a category you are familiar with, how to deal with it?"

......

Without hearing Leng Zimo's response, Xiwen turned his head and saw through the faint light that Leng Zimo, who had not reacted since just now, had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and his body was covered with a faint golden light, and a thin layer of smoke was shrouded around him. Although Xiwen was worried about Leng Zimo's situation, he had no time to take care of it at the moment, the dense spirit in front of him was constantly attacking the defensive enchantment, even if the enchantment was not so easy to break, but if it continued like this, the energy would be exhausted sooner or later. More and more ghosts poured in this direction, and Xiwen replenished the semi-circle enchantment into a sphere, surrounding himself and Leng Zimo inside. The sound outside became more and more urgent, and the speed and strength of those ghosts' attacks became faster and stronger.

"Hahahaha! Two yellow-haired boys who have not dried up! You beg for mercy now, I can still keep your whole corpse from being eaten by these ten thousand ghosts!" said the Chilian Ghost King proudly,

"The gutless rat who hides his head and tail dares to make a big deal of nonsense here! If you dare to expose your turtle king's eight heads now, your father and I may still let you go!" Leng Zimo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, which really startled Xiwen, at this time he still closed his eyes, but the golden light on his body became more and more dazzling.

"You...... Good, good, good, good, it seems that you toast and don't eat and drink!

Xiwen could clearly feel a more powerful and fierce murderous aura shooting towards him, but he had no choice but to take it hard. And at this time, his shoulder was patted, it was Leng Zimo! At this time, Leng Zimo seemed to be a different person, his eyes flashed with a strange light, his cheeks were slightly red, and his body exuded a strong light, and the ghosts surrounding him outside the realm couldn't help but retreat.

"Is the amulet for you at noon still there?" Leng Zimo said.

"Well, keep it with you!" said Xiwen, pulling out a yellow triangle from the pocket of his clothes.

Leng Zimo took the talisman, opened it and pasted it on Xiwen's thin sword, and then quickly slashed his thumb with the sword and wiped it on the talisman, and there were words in his mouth, as soon as his fingers left, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited on the thin sword. After a while, the rune paper burned out, the flames were extinguished, and the spell on the original rune paper was now printed on the sword of the rapier. Leng Zimo stuffed the sword back to Xiwen, said "It can be used now", and walked out of the enchantment. His hand grabbed forward, and grabbed the "Crossing Ghost Gate" that flew quickly, and he threw it to the ground with all his might, and the jade flute fell into the ground in one fell swoop.

"Bold dog thief! Huaguang Heavenly King is here! He still dares to make a mistake! He still doesn't come out to apologize?!"

Leng Zimo shouted loudly, and many ghosts around him retreated one after another, and some even burrowed back into the ghost flute underground.

"You stupid things with crooked melons and cracked dates, don't you get out of grandpa quickly!" Leng Zimo scolded again.

How could the low-level geists withstand such power, and when they heard the words, they all rushed to drill into the small hole in the ground.

As if there was wind under his feet, Leng Zimo gently kicked back with his right foot, and the person flew towards the Chilian Ghost King. The ghost flute made a sound again at this time, and the ghosts who had just been frightened by Leng Zimo and hid back in their lair stopped their steps, they were hesitating, on the one hand, they were afraid of Leng Zimo, or the power of the Huaguang Heavenly King, and on the other hand, the sound seemed to be an order that could not be disobeyed. The rhythm of the jade flute sped up a few points, and the interval between each note was more dense, and all the ghosts had become uncontrollable, their eyes were red again, and they all pounced on Leng Zimo's body like ants, and Leng Zimo was instantly surrounded and unable to get through.

In fact, this level of battle is not strange for Xiwen, but the backlash of his strength in the forest last time made his strength be banned by more than half, and there is a mysterious aura on this planet, so he can't use his remaining strength, so Xiwen, who was also surrounded, saw this, so he could only quickly pull a sword flower and force back the wandering spirits around him, and ran towards Leng Zimo. It's just that before he took a few steps, he was blocked again, it was endless, and if he continued like this, he would eventually die here, and now Leng Zimo was uncertain about his life and death. After thinking about it again, Xiwen decided to give it a go, his left hand clenched into a fist, and raised the ring to his lips, when he was about to kiss the ring in his hand, the time of the entire space seemed to suddenly stand still, and the surroundings became silent, and then in an instant, golden light scattered one after another in the direction of Leng Zimo, and then a voice sounded that even the air trembled:

"Edict!"

The words fell to the ground, and the kitchen roared again, and as long as the ghosts were illuminated by the golden light, a blue flame would be ignited on their bodies, and this flame seemed to be alive, devouring their companions around them at a great speed, and all those who did not have time to escape back to the ghosts were wiped out in a roar. The last glimmer of flame was extinguished, and the glow of the glowstone reasserted its place in the room. There was a sound of "dripping" in the kitchen, and after a while, the ground was sprinkled with black grains, and some of them also fell on the heads of Xiwen and Leng Zimo, they each picked one up, looked at it carefully, and found that it was originally a blackened rice grain.