The ninth gray mist ball appeared, and in an instant, the wind inside was even stronger, and Yang Mu slightly relaxed his mana to fix his body, and was dragged up by the power of the whirlwind.

The force of the wind formed a wind knife, as if it was about to cut the poplar wood apart. Fortunately, Yang Mu resisted with mana, so he was spared.

"Hey...... The overall situation has been decided, and we must have a better life in the next life......" The ghost monk struck down with both hands, and his palm power controlled the nine gray mist balls below through the ghost flag.

Nine soaring times, nine gray mist balls flew out with their tails in tow, and went straight to the poplar. That kind of speed, like poplar blood, pounced in an instant.

At this time, Yang Mu was already ready, and his divine sense locked on the ball of gray mist, and at this moment, he activated a wind escape charm and disappeared from the spot.

Reappeared, it was already in the midst of a whirlpool. Yang Mu sent out a giant spirit palm, chopping the wind and waves, and was slashed by him, and immediately flew out, opening up a little distance.

"You ......" The disappointment of the result made the ghost cultivator very angry, and when he raised his hands, he closed them, and the gray mist underneath was led by the gray mist ball and rushed straight towards Yang Mu.

At this time, Yang Mu hurriedly avoided the blood, but did not flee outside, but avoided towards the ghost cultivator.

"I have some strength, but it's a pity that you met me......" Seeing Yang Mu rushing over, Ghost Xiu controlled the gray mist ball to chase Yang Mu while also rushing in the direction where Yang Mu was rushing.

I really underestimated Yang Mu's strength, and actually took the initiative to come to the door. Yang Mude's purpose is very simple, capture the thief and capture the king first, the gray mist has a ghost, and it is difficult to deal with it with his own strength alone.

The speed of the gray mist is a few points faster than Yang Mu's speed, and every time he wants to pounce, he immediately escapes with blood, not hesitating to lose his essence blood, but fortunately, he has more essence blood.

And the ghost cultivator was too confident, the distance was already close this time, and he was still trying to cast a spell to take Yang Mu.

It can be seen that Yang Mu threw out a box, and the ghost repair smashed it with one blow. Before he could calm down, he saw dozens of moths rushing towards him, and before he could see what it was, he was covered by a white mist.

"It's not good...... "The ghost cultivator instinctively confined the seven orifices, he guessed that it might be poisonous powder or phantom powder, and used the ghost flag to protect himself, emitting a spiritual light shield to shield the white mist.

The buzzing sound, it was the strange sound of the nocturnal moth, and it was the second and nine quasi-second level nocturnal moths. After poplar cultivation, these ten nocturnal moths can make sounds and produce fantasies, which is extremely terrifying.

On the ghost cultivator's side, he only felt that the world was spinning, and he knew that he had been hit by the white pink mist, and immediately controlled the ghost flag to summon back those yin spirits, so that the power of the ghost flag increased greatly, wrapped itself with the power of the yin soul, and quickly flew out in one direction, as long as he escaped out, he could get out of the predicament.

"Boy, when I get out, I'm going to cramp you. "Ghost Xiu was in a hurry, he didn't expect that he would be tricked.

After flying away for a distance, I found that I couldn't escape.

At this time, a huge spiritual light palm came down from the top cover, and hurriedly resisted, but could only resist, not daring to fight back, for fear that it would be invaded by the white powder mist.

After the spiritual light palm disappeared, in seven or eight breaths, in the white mist on all sides, seven or eight small half-sized spiritual light palms suddenly appeared, all of which were poplar's giant spirit palms, closing from all directions.

Only one of them is true, and the rest are false. The ghost cultivator didn't know what kind of secret method he had urged, but he actually saw through the illusion of the aura palm, only to see that he urged a gray mist ball formed by the yin spirit, and counterattacked head-on, defeating the aura palm, and the rest of the aura palm dissipated directly.

Just as the ghost cultivator was proud, a nightly phantom moth cut through his ghost mist shield, and quickly bit directly on the back of his hand.

The ghost cultivator was furious, and his fingers emitted a spiritual light that knocked the night phantom moth away. But he didn't kill it, and when he looked into it, he found out that "second-level poisonous insects ......"

At this time, the ghost cultivator was a little scared, but it was already a long time late.

The nocturnal moth that was knocked out fluttered a few times, staggered and flew up again, and a sharp sound was heard, causing the resonance of the other nocturnal moths.

The most important thing is the nine quasi-second-level Liye Phantom Moths, flying around the ghost cultivator, making irritating sounds. The second-level Liye Phantom Moth, under the drive of poplar wood, pounced on the ghost cultivator again.

At the same time, Yang Mu shielded the powder mist with the help of the night phantom moth, and hid his figure, and only after getting close did he cast the giant spirit palm out.

With a two-pronged approach, the ghost cultivator instinctively resisted the giant palm of spiritual light. And the nightly phantom moth took the opportunity to fight back against the ghosts, influencing them with its voice and phantom powder.

Originally, the Yin Soul controlled the ghost flag by hand, and he also controlled the ghost cultivation, but the ghost cultivation himself is now delirious. The second-level noctuidae was fed to the eight-hundred-year-old cow yuan sunflower by poplar, which produced toxicity.

Biting the ghost cultivator, the poison has the effect of losing consciousness, and it is already a little irrepressible.

Yang Mu's Giant Spirit Palm failed again, and now he knew that the power of the Giant Spirit Palm was still too poor, and he could only rely on the Liye Phantom Moth, so he controlled the Liye Phantom Moth, attracted all the power of the ghost cultivator, and used the second-level Nocturnal Phantom Moth and six quasi-second-level ones to contain the power of the ghost cultivator, and he was using the Giant Spirit Palm to break the Yin Soul Shield.

With one blow, the Yin Soul was scattered, and the three quasi-second-level rushed in and took a few more bites on the ghost cultivator. The quasi-second-level Liye Phantom Moth, which was still very strong, was shocked by the mana of the ghost cultivator, and was not dead but injured, and one was recalled by Yangmu.

At this time, Yang Mu controlled the other level of the Nocturnal Moth to fly in. Forty nocturnal moths, spitting phantom powder, there are enough of them, and now they are all involved in the big war.

The yin soul wanted to close, and Yang Mu shot again, breaking the yin soul. Forty nocturnal phantom moths, led by two quasi-second-level nocturnal phantom moths, pounced on the ghost cultivator.

The sound made, coupled with the poison in it, made the ghost cultivator confused. Resisting this, the second-level nocturnal phantom moth rushed in again, and the mana plus the yin spirit shook away these hateful flying insects.

Yang Mu's giant spirit palm fell, and he was completely slapped with it, spurting out essence blood and slashing out to the side.

"I'm going to fight with you......" The ghost cultivator was furious, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted into the ghost flag, urging the secret method that required a heavy price.

Suddenly, the ghost cried wolf, and the ghost flag condensed all the fog, forming a huge ghost thing, with teeth and claws.

A good idea for ghost cultivation, ghost things are condensed with yin spirits, summoned by ghost cultivation essence and blood secret arts, ignoring illusions.

The ghost thing had the momentum of approaching the master of Jindan, and pounced towards Yang Mu.

Yang Mu did not panic, avoiding its edge, and his divine mind controlled the night phantom moth to attack the ghost cultivator, as long as the ghost cultivator was destroyed, the ghost thing would naturally dissipate.

In fact, the ghost Xiu has the same idea, he knows the power of these poisonous insects, as long as he kills the owner of Yang Mu, the poisonous insects will be self-defeating, and now it depends on who will hold on longer.

Obviously, although Yang Mu's cultivation is not as high as that of a ghost, he has a lot of experience, and the environment he is in is more favorable to him.

While dodging, Yang Mu used the Blue Flame as the base to cast a fire spell attack. Ghosts are afraid of thunder and lightning and pure yang flames.

Attacked by Lan Yan's True Flame, the ghost thing was not affected much, so Yang Mu took out the backup red thunder bamboo, the thousand-year-old red thunder bamboo, and the power of thunder and lightning inside was enough to restrain this ghost thing.

"Red Thunder Bamboo ......" ghost cultivator was shocked, he knew that thunder and lightning had to restrain ghosts, and he panicked in his heart, urging the secret technique to escape, but unfortunately he was deeply trapped in the white phantom powder, and he was poisoned, and he didn't even know how to cast the escape charm, and it was also born of illusion.

What's more, the ghost cultivator was trapped by the dozens of nocturnal phantom moths, and the sound he made was too disturbing.

Sure enough, the red thunder bamboo was urged by the poplar to send out thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning for thousands of years have a strong restraint power on the ghosts, and actually helped the poplar to suppress the ghosts, but this has a large loss to the red thunder bamboo.

At this time, Yang Mu didn't care about these, and it was important to save his life and win. The scales of victory had tilted in his favor, and the ghost cultivators over there were miserable.

"Ah......" Oni Xiu couldn't help but shout.

At this time, the second-level night phantom moth broke through his defense, and its small mouth actually emitted a needle light, shooting into the ghost cultivator's body, making him hurt and injured.

"I am the son of the two heroes of Kushan, you can't kill me, kill me, my father will never spare you, let me go, go ......"

The ghost cultivator has completely fallen and fallen into delirium. The Nightshade Moth has severely invaded his primordial spirit and broken his psyche.

In this way, the ghost cultivator didn't use Yang Mu to make a move, he began to fight wildly, and he began to fight desperately, he shot at himself, and he recited chaotic language in his mouth.

The mind is confused, there is no condensation of divine thoughts, the ghost flag is not controlled, and the ghost thing naturally dissipates. Yang Mu hurriedly flew over, sacrificed the flying sword, broke the head with a sword, inserted it into the heavenly spirit cover, stirred it, and completely destroyed the ghost cultivator.

"It's not good...... Yang Mu hurriedly urged the Red Thunder Bamboo and slashed at the yin soul floating out of the ghost cultivator's body.

I almost forgot this trick, the original god of ghost cultivation does not fall into reincarnation, and will turn into a ghost after death.

The blue thunder and lightning of the red thunder bamboo struck the ghost cultivator god, almost destroying the yin spirit. Thunder and lightning are the best way to restrain the ghosts.

The yin soul transformed by the ghost cultivator Yuan God only had a little soul power in the end, and flew into the ghost flag. This is no longer a basis, and it is impossible to condense the soul at all.

"Ghost Dao Magic Weapon......" Yang Mu stared at the ghost flag, and used his mana to firmly control it with the power of traction.

Anyway, there is not much power of thunder and lightning left in the Red Thunder Bamboo, and Yang Mu urged the mana to release the power of thunder and lightning in the Red Thunder Bamboo one by one, and slashed it on the ghost flag, wanting to destroy this magic weapon.

Ghost Dao magic weapons are difficult to be refined and used by others. And Yang Mu knew that the ghost flag was not the treasure of the ghost cultivation in front of him, and the real owner was probably the three heroes of Na Kun Mountain.

In order to prevent the other party from using the ghost flag to find him, Yang Mu will make a strong move to destroy the ghost flag.

Almost exhausted the power of the Red Thunder Bamboo, the ghost flag was knocked down by poplar by one level and turned into a middle-level magic weapon, and the yin in it was reduced by one-third.

Poplar continued to cast flames to burn, and after only a quarter of an hour, the ghost banner seemed to have received some kind of traction, and was resisting the pull of poplar.

"It's not good...... Yang Mu quickly let go......