Good spirits do not work badly. Now this is definitely a true portrayal of myself. Wednesday's brow furrowed into a Sichuan character. Turning his head to look at Yu Mu, Yu Mu's face was clearly written: Is it still blocked?

Damn it. Wednesday stomped his foot hard.

"Farewell!" Wednesday clenched his fist towards Long Li and the others.

"Let's go!" everyone replied.

Bah!

Rumble!

As soon as he stepped into the door, there was a loud noise around him, and Wednesday didn't think about it, he stomped his feet and rushed out violently, and the moment he rushed out, a scream had already sounded behind him.

Wednesday didn't look in front of him, so a few who couldn't dodge were directly hit by Wednesday's punches and became a second ghost.

After making sure that there was no danger and stopping, Wednesday looked behind him, and the door at this time was definitely a hell of a forest, arms and legs, heads, clothes, in short, there were parts, and there was no one to lose.

It's so exciting, it's so exciting. Wednesday patted his thumping heart, looked at the people at the door again, and turned around and walked out. A group of fools, fighting each other here, as if they were sure that they could get the ghost curse, but it was okay, one less to die, and it was better to die and leave oneself alone.

Leaving the entrance, he found a safe place on Wednesday before he had time to study his current environment.

The entire Sleepy Ghost Ridge is gray, but it really has a gloomy feeling of the underworld, but the mountains here are not as bare as the mountains in other places in the underworld, the mountains here actually have plants, and they are green, but this green environment is shrouded in gray fog, which is even more eerie. The beast's roar was clearer, but it was even more difficult to tell where it was coming from because of the environment.

Shouldn't the dungeon be bare?, Wednesday recalls the novels and movies he's seen.

Chose a random direction, and Wednesday had already jumped out. I couldn't help it, I finally bribed me to get a map, and now I was robbed by that grandson, and I have no direction at all.

Although there are many people participating in the audition, but throwing it in this trapped ghost ridge, it is really like a drop in the ocean, this trapped ghost ridge, it doesn't look big from the outside, and this time I came in and found that this is really big.

Where is Lao Tzu going to find that grandson? Wednesday was wandering aimlessly. That's the benefit of no purpose, it's the same anyway, so Wednesday chose a mountain that looked like the highest and ran over. After all, this is a race, you can't throw all the ghost spells on the side of the road and let people pick them up, right? So, it's a good idea to go to places that don't look like a good place.

But Wednesday didn't swagger in, after all, it wasn't me here, even if a lot of people died at the door, but there must be more left, so I hid along the way.

Safety first! Safety first! Wednesday hid and muttered.

rumble

Righteous thoughts were chattering, and suddenly there was a loud noise in front of me.

Wednesday followed the sound and touched it, and just saw two people fighting there.

Cut, looked at it a few times, and pouted in disdain on Wednesday.

It's not a small movement, and I thought it was a terrible thing.

The two people in front of them seem to be not even in the spiritual realm, and they are fighting hand-to-hand, you punch me and kick me, and they all greet the deadly place, but unfortunately, the two of them are really evenly matched, and no one can do anything.

Looking boring, Wednesday is already planning to leave, the strength of these two people is not the slightest threat to themselves, there is no need to do it, of course, if there is a ghost curse on the body, it has to be said separately.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, his eyes casually glanced into the distance.

Damn!

Wednesday stared at the thin figure in the distance, bare-legged and unshoeed, his clothes had not changed, but the big flag on his shoulder did not know where it was hidden.

The other party seems to be paying attention to the battle situation below, and it seems that he has not found himself.

You're a goddamn June, and your debts are paid off quickly.

Bury your body a little lower again, and the strength in your body has begun to mobilize.

Rumble!

There was another loud bang in the field.

The two people who were fighting were panting apart, and they all looked exhausted, and they were playing with eye killing at a distance.

Poof, poof.

Two slight noises rang out, and Wednesday quickly poked out half of his freshly retracted head.

Nima

What's the matter? Wednesday stared at the two "people" below who had exploded into a pile of parts, and blew themselves up? Is it also popular to play human flesh bombs in the underworld? Obviously, this theory does not hold.

So, Wednesday looked up at the position of "Sun Tzu" and just saw a touch of the background.

I rub!

Run!

Bah!

Wednesday was depressed, and finally found this goods, but I didn't expect that I would shrink my head like this, so I let this goods run away again, and I killed the two of them by the way.

Since I ran, it's not interesting to catch up by myself, just that distance, and then accelerate the speed of the grandson, I roughly estimated it on Wednesday, and it took a little effort to catch up, and it was difficult.

So, Wednesday was standing in the middle of the field at this time, inspecting the parts of two people.

What kind of kung fu is this? long-range output, and so violent, and so quiet, and so deadly, shooting hunters? Wednesday fiddled with the parts in his hand, his head calculating rapidly. Coupled with the speed at which the grandson escaped, it was finally concluded that Nima, a double cultivator hunter, played shooting and survived.

It's even more difficult to snatch the map from him, I guess I have to catch something if I don't say anything, and it's serious and it's estimated that my arms and legs are possible. Although I'm not afraid of losing my arms and legs, it's really uncomfortable. On Wednesday, it started to smack again.

The figure flashed, and Wednesday rushed out, in the direction of his grandson's escape. After all, it's still more important to find the map, and as for those who are missing arms and legs, let's talk about it.

He was running slowly, when suddenly a pillar of light burst into the sky, and the gray sky was as bright and conspicuous as if it had been inserted into a bright stick. At the same time, all those who participated in the audition received a message that the first ghost spell had been found.

It's a bit bloody, isn't it? Wednesday stared at the bright pillar of light.

Isn't this just pulling hatred? It's obviously telling everyone, come on, I've got a ghost spell here, everyone will me.

"This thing, prickly. Wednesday finally summed it up.

Wandering unhurriedly, by the time Wednesday could clearly see the highest mountain he had chosen, the sky had already lit up four times. Although the pillar of light is now gone, it is clear that four people have found the ghost spell.

Calculating the time, it has been almost half a day since I entered this trapped ghost ridge, but unfortunately I don't even know what the virtue of the ghost spell is now.