Syllable!

Ning Lang swung his knife backwards, and a purple thunderbolt jumped and flew away, hitting the walking corpses that were far behind him, making a heavy sound. The walking corpse stood stunned for a while, and a force in its body was instantly released, and its entire body was blasted and torn apart.

The black blood poured on the grass, causing the mutated grass to hiss, and Ning Lang chose the closest road to the gate, so he had to run on the grass.

The ghost's whimper continued to linger in Ning Lang's ears, and although it was already pitch black all around, Ning Lang's eyes could still find the traces of the incoming ghosts relatively clearly through [Detecting Necromancy].

After all, the yin qi emitted from their bodies was as conspicuous as a bright torch in the dark night.

Burst!

Ning Lang was running rapidly, but he didn't expect his feet to be grabbed by something suddenly, and immediately his whole body fell to the ground.

At this moment, the entire ground is covered with that kind of mutated grass, and once you lie down, you are likely to suffer a fatal attack.

Ning Lang didn't think about it, the power of [Striking Necromancy] surged all over his body, wrapping his body tightly, making him himself a ball of light emitting a blazing white light, smashing the ground.

In an instant, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls was endless, and where Ning Lang lay down, a scorched black mark made his scalp numb.

These grasses have gradually turned into gray-red magic grass, and tiny eyeballs are scattered all over the body. The mutations produced by the erosion of yin qi have turned these grasses into extremely terrifying monsters.

A single demon grass has no power, but after gathering the entire grassland, the power is terrifying.

The walking corpse behind him was almost instantaneous, and the remaining limbs were swallowed up by the grass, and it was these marrow-eating magic grasses that stumbled Ning Lang just now, wanting to trip him down and devour him.

Fortunately, Ning Lang also used spells under the crisis, otherwise it would be very likely that he would not be able to get up once he fell.

"You can't go any more on the grass, get out of here."

Ning Lang looked around, picked up a nearby path and rushed over, his feet exuding a white glow, and the surrounding demon grass was trampled by it and immediately turned into ashes.

At this moment, a very penetrating scream suddenly hit, and Ning Lang had just come to the nearby stone road, and was hit by this sound wave, and the whole person had a splitting headache, and he instantly knelt on the floor.

But even at this moment, Ning Lang didn't do nothing, he quickly swung the shattered blade around, drawing out a stream of thunder light, lest some ghosts take this opportunity to sneak attack.

But this time, his judgment was wrong, and there were no ghosts around him, but it was his swing that caused some of the power accumulated in the Shattered Blade to be consumed again.

When the headache was a little lighter, Ning Lang looked up, which suddenly made him ecstatic in his heart.

The sun overhead is already faintly showing a glimmer of light, which means that the eclipse is coming to an end. And the time should still be in the evening, after the eclipse, the sky is still bright, and the sun's brilliance will quickly drive away the yin energy here.

The power of the Ghost King should not be more than that, it should be able to cover for a while longer, but Ning Lang no longer thinks about why this is the case, he is really a little too big this time, even if he has the Broken Blade, I am afraid it will be difficult to support him to get out of this manor.

Just by running such a short distance, the power of the Shattered Blade has already been consumed by a third, and at most half of the distance, the power of the Shattered Blade will be completely lost. There are no powerful creatures here, and having him kill them will restore the power of the Shattered Blade, and killing these goblins will be of no use and will gradually wear out those powers.

But soon, a new situation appeared, and after that scream, Ning Lang noticed that the situation had changed.

The black pillar of light in the sky was still very eye-catching, and in Ning Lang's eyes, the huge power was like a magnet, attracting the yin qi around him. It was precisely because of this that Ning Lang could find that many ghosts began to move towards the center, sometimes even ignoring the living who were close at hand.

Even though Ning Lang had temporarily put the Shattered Blades into the spatial bracelet, they were like a pilgrimage, rushing towards the center of the manor.

Ning Lang should have taken this opportunity to flee from here quickly, but involuntarily his footsteps began to walk towards the center.

Because when he saw the black pillar of light again, he keenly noticed a little difference. Although it looks like a pillar of light, when you look closely, you can see that there are actually two of them, but it is the thicker one that wraps the weaker pillar of light.

The strength of the two pillars of light was almost equal, so they were in a stalemate. And the scream just now was most likely from the owner of the weaker pillar of light, because that kind of despair and hatred, even Ning Lang can empathize with it when he thinks about it now.

This means that the two ghost kings fought each other for unknown reasons, and it was already the end of the battle, and the winner was about to be decided.

Ning Lang wanted to go over, that is, with the idea of competing for the benefit of the fisherman, the strength of the two ghost kings after the battle would definitely be extremely weak, even if the stronger one of the ghost kings devoured the weak one, it would still need enough time to recover. During this period, the strength of the Ghost King will drop significantly.

Ning Lang thinks that maybe he will be able to have a chance to solve the matter here once and for all.

But just when Ning Lang had just walked a few steps, a white figure flashed in front of his eyes, making him hesitate to stop.

"What's that?"

Ning Lang's eyes widened, and he seemed to see a little girl in a white dress just now, but because of the dark sky, he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly. And his own eyes also told him that although she had a trace of yin qi on her body, she was not a ghost.

It's because of the long-term existence of ghosts.

In other words, it is a miracle that a living human being, together with the ghosts, has existed until now, and has not died!

Ghosts hunt and eat living beings, just as humans need to eat, and they can not only strengthen themselves but also reap a lot of benefits. It's like having an elixir in front of humans, and if you eat it, you can become an immortal, but humans can't even look at it.

Fantastic!

As soon as his mind gathered, Ning Lang subconsciously threw a [Flash Technique] directly into the sky, and a huge light instantly enveloped the sky over the entire manor, even if he had closed his eyes, he could find that there was a darkness in front of him.

Ning Lang endured the discomfort in front of him, and immediately looked towards the place where the girl in white was found, and suddenly found the other party's traces again.

It was a girl of about seven or eight years old, dressed in a black and red gothic costume, with long white and blonde hair hanging down her hips, and she had just taken a look at her for a white dress.

The girl looked like a doll, but she looked at this side expressionlessly, and after finding that Ning Lang noticed her, she ran straight towards the center. Soon, the brief light brought by the [Flash Technique] disappeared, and Ning Lang lost the trace of the girl.

"That girl seems to be going to the center of the manor, so what is her relationship with the Ghost King?"

Ning Lang's heart was full of doubts, but he also wanted to go to the center, and if he got there, he might be able to know what the reason for all this was.

Along the way, as the sun gradually revealed in the sky, some of the most vulnerable goblins could not bear the scorching sun, and either shivered in the shadows or turned to ashes in the screams.

The power of the sun's true fire, without the protection of the ghost king, these low-level ghosts can't even look at it.

Even if there are more powerful goblins, they can stay in the sun for a short time, but they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered at the moment, and they can't show any strength.

This is the sadness of ghosts, no matter how powerful the ghosts are, they have not reached the level of the ghost king, once they are illuminated by the true fire of the sun, it is really the most miserable moment. Even if it can be like a ghost killed by a demon god in a dark place, as long as it is not a ghost king, there is no way to use yin qi to protect the body, and it is not much better than a chicken at this moment.

Even the demonized grass that Ning Lang had to retreat from just now, at this moment it was full of sizzling sounds, it was the magic grass that was quickly extinguished under the sun's illumination, and the original blue-green grass was demonized into gray-red, and at this moment it was scorched by the sun's true fire, and quickly turned into black ashes, drifting away with the wind.

No matter how powerful they are, without a qualitative leap, in front of the Sun True Fire, these demon grasses are still much more fragile than those low-level ghosts.

Common sense says that quantitative change becomes qualitative change, but in a certain situation, quantity is just a number, and qualitative change is the real change.

Ning Lang galloped all the way, and soon crossed a lot of gray-black ashes, which were the remnants of some ghosts finally unable to withstand the scorching heat of the sun's true fire, and their bodies were ignited.

Of course, these are all existences that already have a certain amount of flesh and blood, and those ghostly monsters can only disappear without a trace under the sun's rays under the illumination of the sun.

Stretching out his left hand in front of him, Ning Lang drank the wolf blood again, and after waiting for the magic power to recover a little, he took out the Broken Blade from the bracelet and began to move slowly and vigilantly.

By this time, he could already see the scene in the center of the manor, and the pillars of light in the sky had begun to distort, which meant that the battle was coming to an end.

When the time comes, no matter what the situation is, whether it will be a lose-lose situation or only one will survive, it will be his best chance!

A chance to kill the Ghost King!

At this time, the pillar of light shattered, Ning Lang's mind moved, and he immediately rushed forward, and the crackling thunder and lightning broken sword drove away all the ghosts and monsters around him, allowing him to go straight to the center without difficulty.

"Die!"

Ning Lang roared loudly, and the thunder light flashed sharply on the broken blade, and in the next moment, it would turn into thunder and destroy the demon!

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