It was night, a blizzard was raging, the wind was howling, and the cold was biting.

The surrounding forests let out a roar of "woo woo". The wind whipped the snowflakes and swirled and danced in the air, making a terrible howl.

Even the water surface of Yao Pond is covered by a thick layer of ice.

The earth is white, and the flower mansion is hidden in a cloud of ice and snow.

The people in Huafu fell asleep early in this cold and biting night.

Baili Lechuan and Hua Weiyang, taking advantage of the dead of night, quietly left Huafu and went to the city to investigate Fu Xiqin.

The guard at the door, napping in the ear room, roasting a warm charcoal fire.

The guard was dozing, half-asleep, and scanned the snowy courtyard through the window.

A figure, stepping on the void, appeared in the courtyard of the Flower Mansion out of thin air.

The man was tall, dressed in a black robe, with a hideous ghost mask on his face.

His skin was snow-white, his chin was pointed, and his eyes were cold and cold, shining under the hideous ghost mask.

Although the man was dressed in a nocturnal brocade robe, he couldn't hide the fierce and domineering aura on his body.

The ghost-faced man's black-haired robe danced in the wind, and his whole body was shockingly angry.

His body was shrouded in a layer of powerful, transparent true qi.

True Qi formed a protective barrier around his body, emitting a dazzling cyan brilliance, as if a demon god had descended into the world.

The snowflakes around him avoided the true qi and flew and fell in all directions.

The night watchman rubbed his eyes, looking through the snowflakes flying in the sky, and suddenly a frightened spirit widened his eyes in horror.

Is this a human or a ghost?

If he is a human, but he is wearing a ghost mask.

If it is said to be a ghost, the figure of the other party is very clear.

The guard recovered from his utter shock, hurried into the courtyard, and shouted loudly at the top of his throat:

"Come on, Huafu is haunted."

"Come on, Huafu is haunted."

"Come on, Huafu ......"

He had just shouted his third sentence when the ghost-faced man slowly turned his head.

A pair of extremely cold eyes looked at him coldly.

There seemed to be a flame burning in the eyes of the ghost-faced man, and the snowflakes in the sky made the guards chill.

It was the Genshin attack power sent by the Ghostface.

The guard felt a pound of pain in his head.

His body, under the attack of the power of the primordial spirit, instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the flying snowflakes, leaving no trace.

Almost at the same time, Jingyang Shenjun suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He sensed a wave of divine pressure that made his heart palpitate.

Jingyang Shenjun quickly put on his robe, stepped through the void with one foot, and appeared directly in front of the ghost-faced man.

When Jingyang Shenjun saw it, he was stunned.

That person turned out to be the ghost-faced man he had seen in Xihuang Loulan City.

At that time, the Ghost-faced Man faced off against the Baili Lethe River.

At that time, it was a lose-lose situation.

Lechuan and Hua Weiyang are in danger, and the ghost-faced people don't know where to go.

He thought that the Ghost-faced Man had been wiped out by the Hundred Miles Lethe River.

Unexpectedly, the ghost-faced man was not only alive.

Moreover, its mana seems to be even more powerful.

The ghost-faced man came to the door today, is he here to take revenge?

Tonight, Baili Lechuan and Hua Weiyang are not there.

The people who stayed, Duanmu Fusu and Duanmu Yingying, were still sick.

Duanmu Fanfan has just learned to cultivate immortals, and he is simply an ordinary person.

Yan Wan's combat effectiveness is very average.

The hairball has just been transformed, and although there is a pair of electric fists, its combat power is not strong.

Of all of them, he is the only one who still has the strength to fight.

Jingyang Shenjun secretly complained in his heart, stabilized his mind, and asked coldly:

"Ghostface? What are you doing in Huafu? ”

"Be careful, Lethe River will clean you up again."

The ghost-faced man's true qi skyrocketed, exuding a heart-chilling yin and evil aura.

Jingyang Shenjun was shocked by this violent breath and took a step back, and was secretly surprised in his heart.

The ghost-faced man shouted in a sly voice:

"Let the two shrunken turtles of Baili Lechuan and Hua Weiyang come out to see the deity."

At this time, Duanmu Fusu and Fanfan were wearing robes and ran out from inside.

When they saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned.

Fan Fan was so frightened that his teeth fought, and he couldn't help but tremble as he supported Duanmufu.

She looked at Jingyang Shenjun's gaze, full of worry:

"Brother Jingyang......"

Jingyang Shenjun's face was solemn, and he shouted loudly:

"You all go back to your room and stay, don't come out, immediately and immediately!"

Fan Fan was startled, and he helped Duanmu Fu Su to tremble.

When Duanmu Fusu was in Loulan City, he also saw ghost-faced people.

He was bitter in his heart, and he was also shocked into a cold sweat.

At this time, Duanmu Fusu was still suffering from a high fever, his face was pale, and he was weak.

He didn't leave there, but covered his lips and coughed, and said slowly in a consultative tone:

"This ...... Hero, if you have something to say, if you have any grievances, you are willing to use silver to solve them. ”

"You make a price, how much silver can resolve this grudge?"

"As long as I can get it, I will never blink an eye."

The Ghostface looked at them with contempt, like a lowly ant.

In those cold eyes, there was no half warmth, only infinite contempt.

The ghost-faced man was triumphant, and sneered:

"Truly, the deity wants the lives of Baili Lechuan and Hua Weiyang."

"Let them come out to see the deity, and the deity will spare you from death."

"Otherwise, Hugh blames the deity for being unkind to you!"

Jingyang Shenjun suddenly raised the immortal power in his body to the extreme, and said firmly:

"They're tired and resting."

"You fight me first."

The Ghostface stared at him with contempt and sneered:

"Just you little weak chicken?"

"It's really shameless for them to be a turtle with a shrunken head and send you, a weak chicken, to meet it."

Jingyang Shenjun snorted coldly and did not answer.

The true qi around the ghost-faced man was agitated, exuding a force, overwhelming, powerful to the extreme.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

The true qi in the ghost-faced human body turned into a raging soul storm.

This extremely powerful soul storm, with the power to destroy everything, instantly toppled the roofs of nearby houses, and landed in the distance with a "bang", making a huge sound.

The snow on the ground, splashing everywhere, turned into a spiraling whirlpool, which could not be hovered for a long time.

Duanmu Yingying, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by this loud sound.

She was stunned, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Yan Wan woke up from her sleep, a strange green light flashed in her eyes.

She was lying on the bed, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Yo, I'm actually here to attack Huafu, it's best to kill a few more."

She didn't even move her delicate body, and continued to close her eyes and sleep.

What does it have to do with her when those people die?

What does the destruction of Huafu have to do with her?

It's a big deal for her, she just goes back to the heavenly realm.

At this time, under the pressure of the powerful Yuan Shen Wei, Duanmu Fusu and Duanmu Fanfan felt dizzy and swollen.

Their bodies shook several times, and they fell to the ground, fainting.

Jingyang Shenjun "kicked", "kicked", and "kicked" a few steps backwards before he could stand up.

He clutched his chest with a faint pain, his heart was pounding, and his heart was overturned.

The ghost-faced man was several times more powerful than he imagined.

He's no match for Ghostface at all.

If the other party goes on a killing spree, how can this be good?

Baili Lechuan and Hua Weiyang are not there, and he must ensure the safety of the others.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain to Bailichuan.

Ghostface Guard. The robes on his body are hunting in the wind.

The endless true qi puffed his robe into an inflated sphere, making him even more dark and cold.

The ghost-faced man laughed arrogantly:

"They're not in Huafu, are they? It's okay, the deity took your life first. ”

At this time, the furball was awakened by a loud noise in his dream, and he slowly rubbed his eyes and came to the yard.

When he saw the ghost-faced man and the broken roof, he was stunned at first, and then said angrily:

"Who? Dare to come to Huafu to spread wild? ”

"Beware of Grandpa Mao beating you all over the ground looking for teeth."

The ghost-faced man looked at the hairball coldly, those cold eyes made people's hearts furious.

He looked at the furball with disdain and asked sinisterly:

"You're the elven furball?"

"I heard that you have a pair of powerful electric fists, and the deity really wants to see it."

When the furball heard this, he waved his fist proudly.

Electricity flashed on the fist, and there was a faint sound of thunder and lightning.

The furball swung its flickering fists, and its hair danced wildly in the wind.

Without saying a word, he raised his foot and leaped to his feet, his fist like lightning, and rushed towards the ghost-faced man.

"Hairball, you get out of here!"

The furball has just transformed and has little combat experience, so it is definitely not an opponent of the Ghostface.

Jingyang Shenjun was worried, and he shouted, and wanted to stop the hairball.

But it was too late.

The competitive hairball, the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, and shouted in his mouth:

"Let you pretend to be a ghost, Grandpa Mao will clean you up today."

He swung a pair of electric fists and lunged at the Ghostface regardless of it, bound to bring the Ghostface down under one of his electric fists.

The electric fist of the hairball, flashing with endless electric light, slammed into the wall of flames, making a muffled "poof" sound, blooming brilliant sparks.

Endless red flames, like boiling water, rolled madly towards the hairball.

The shape of the hairball flashed strangely, and it was able to avoid the monstrous flames.

Almost at the same time, a defensive true qi formed around his body in an instant.

The hairball instantly raises the immortal power in the body to the extreme.

A pair of electric fists, flashing with a strange electric light, when wielded, thunder and lightning flashed, and the void was torn.

The flickering electric sparks made a palpitating, "pop", "pop" and "pop" sound.

The wind and clouds are surging in the air, the snowflakes are dancing wildly, the thunder and lightning are roaring, and the electric light is flashing.

The pair of electric fists suddenly transformed into a pair of iron hammers flashing with thunder and lightning, and smashed into the ghost-faced man from mid-air.

That terrifying power seemed to penetrate time and space, and as long as it was hit by a hammer, it would definitely turn into a pool of blood.

Ghostface didn't take the furball to heart.

When he saw the lightning hammer smashed down from the sky, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

The electric hammer actually contains the power of heaven and earth, and contains endless power.

The elf in front of you should not be underestimated.

The ghost-faced man's figure flashed, and almost at the same time, the lightning hammer Ling Tian smashed down fiercely.

There was a loud bang, the sky collapsed, and the snow splashed.

Where the Ghostface Man was standing just now, only an afterimage of the Ghostface remained, and a large pit instantly appeared on the ground.

Furball's face was solemn, and his fists quickly changed direction, tracking the ghost-faced man and galloping up.

In the blink of an eye, he had already delivered hundreds of punches.

It's just that the Ghostface figure is too weird.

The furball's fist couldn't get close to him at all.

His electric fist can only hit the afterimage of the ghost-faced man.

Maoqiu was a little anxious in his heart, and scolded:

"You are pretending to be a ghost, why don't you dare to accept your grandfather Mao's tricks?"

The ghost-faced man smiled grimly, and between he dodged, he had already figured out the trick of the hairball.

His figure suddenly appeared strangely on the side of the hairball.

He looked at the hairball contemptuously and quickly pinched out a trick.

A strange red flame, silently, appeared in front of him, forming a tight defensive array of fire walls, worthy of the fist of the hairball.

It emitted a huge momentum, scorching to the extreme, destroying the world, slamming into the hairball's fist, and then spreading to his whole body.

The hairball took a blow.

His body, like an arrow off the string, shot out in an instant, hitting the wall beside him.

There was a loud bang, the walls collapsed, the roof fell, the snow danced wildly, and the dust covered the sky.

The hairball was buried under the rubble, and from the ruins of the wall, he struggled to crawl out.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, his face turned pale all of a sudden, and he threw up his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The strength of the ghost-faced man is too terrifying, and the hairball is under his hands, and after hundreds of moves, it is already the extreme.

Furball's eyes were torn apart with hatred, and he stared at the Ghostface fiercely, eager to devour his flesh raw.

However, he has more than enough heart, but not enough strength.

Almost at the same time, Jingyang Shenjun waved the ink peach blossom fan, his body turned into an afterimage, and he pounced on the ghost-faced man in the air.

The ink fan turned into a flying sword qi, overwhelming the sky and flowing endlessly, sweeping towards the ghost-faced man.