Along the way up the mountain, there were gradually more corpses on the side of the road, all of which looked like dried corpses that had been drained of blood. Looking at its costumes, there are not only domestic cultivators, but also many Nanyang descendants.

After climbing to the top, a cry of extreme pain and madness suddenly sounded, like the howl of the bitter north wind blowing through the wind tunnel in November and December, and the reverberation of the surrounding ravines made people dizzy.

The tidal cry lasted for four or five minutes before it gradually subsided. Then the endless darkness rose wildly, swallowing the starlight in the sky.

After Shang Biao carried this round of sonic attacks, he couldn't help but take a step back and cover his chest, suppressing the boredom and nausea in his chest, and when he returned to normal, he looked again, only the darkness with no five fingers was missing, and Ji Sanyuan's figure had disappeared in front of him.

"簌"

A flame ignited from the talisman of Shang Biao's fingernails, and a dense crowd of insects with long and narrow mouthparts like gnats and flies rose out of the black tide.

Although this insect is only the size of a grain of rice, its shape is like smoke, between the virtual and the real. The wings, which could not be distinguished by the naked eye, stirred, frantically attacked the flames in Shang Biao's hands.

"Sperm-eating Sycafly!"

Shang Biao recalled a strange insect that his old man had mentioned, his complexion changed drastically, and he immediately extinguished the flame in his hand.

The right hand pinched the sword finger and tapped it twice on both shoulders, extinguishing two of his three yang flames, and then recited a few incantations, and the breath of his whole body changed from the original Zhongzheng and peaceful to the cold yin qi of the forest.

"I'm afraid no one dares to get this kind of thing out in China, have those people in Nanyang arrived! The calculation time is about the same, and it seems that the people in the Yin Mountain in Nanyang also have some real materials. ”

Shang Biao secretly said in his heart, at this time, he transformed himself into a pure yin ghost body, these yin flies could not feel yang energy, so naturally he no longer wasted time, and scattered around in an instant to find a new source of yang energy.

Sensing the pointing of the hair in his hand, Shang Biao walked swiftly in the darkness.

"Xuanxing, today I will let your soul fly away!"

Far away, Shang Biao felt a violent spell shock, and then an angry cry reached his ears through the darkness.

Shang Biao silently touched his forehead, his eyes cracked, and the darkness in front of him could no longer block his vision.

It can be seen that his cheap uncle Xuan Xuan is standing proudly with a gray long sword, and there are three Yinshan sect disciples standing beside him, including Shou Jue.

On the other side, it was divided into two factions, the largest of which was led by a fat old man with a gloomy face, and beside him stood three men wearing the black robes of the Nanyang Descendant and a corpse puppet with thick bones and a tall body.

"The silent master is angry, the deceased is gone, and it is urgent to solve the hungry ghost king first."

It was a man with a Chinese character face who spoke, and he and an old man with silver hair were the smallest group. But looking at its breath, it is the same as the Xuanxing, which has survived the Yuan Shen Tribulation, refining the qi and transforming the cultivation of the gods.

Among the three groups of people, needless to say, the Yin Mountain Sect is naturally not afraid of the Yin Fly summoned by themselves, and the Ghost King Sect who is dressed as a descendant is surrounded by Yin Qi, which is more like a dead person than a dead person.

Only the man with the face of the Chinese character and the silver-haired old man he called Mute are the key targets of the Yin Fly.

However, the silver-haired old man exuded a fiery thunderous aura, and the yin fly that dared to approach was scorched into a wisp of ashes when it approached him five paces away. Even so, the yin fly that is not afraid of death and only has instinct still flocked to these two people in waves.

"Hungry~"

A strange voice came from the void, and a demon with a head more than ten times the size of an ordinary person, with festering and pus skin all over his body, and a thin body and a round belly, came out of the dark void.

The black-red tongue dripping with fresh blood curled, and the target was the person at the back of the army.

The descending masters who had been prepared for a long time made crazy moves, all kinds of weird descending techniques, and the descending device hit the hungry ghost's navel and the tough long tongue.

Miserable green pus splattered and fell to the ground with a corrosive sound.

The hungry ghost puffed out his bulging godless eyes, shook his tongue, wrapped a descending device and swallowed it into his abdomen, his round belly squirmed, and the wounds on his body quickly recovered.

"Come back!"

Xuan Xuan pinched his fingers, and the hungry ghost let out a painful groan, and returned to Lao Dao's side with a jump.

"It turns out that he raised a hungry ghost, and he is also a hungry ghost in the realm of the ghost king."

Shang Biao restrained his aura more cautiously, and at the same time secretly said in his heart.

The Yinshan faction is famous for its slave ghost art, and everyone in the door naturally raises ghosts.

Even if the sect was destroyed, the folk branch that has been handed down has never given up this tradition.

Like Shang Biao, he raised a hanged ghost, and the realm was to survey and touch the edge of the ghost king. However, it is a ghost that has been nurtured and passed down through several generations, and it is difficult to command in ordinary times.

And Shang Biao can be sure that the hungry ghost raised by his cheap uncle is definitely cultivated by himself, otherwise it is absolutely impossible for him to be so obedient.

"Wei Kui, the Pure Yang Demon Talisman passed down by Lu Zu is the nemesis of this kind of ghost, I'll drag this hungry ghost, you draw the talisman immediately!"

The silent old man held a crackling thunder seal, and after speaking, he stepped on Yu Bu and rushed forward.

Wei Kui, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a Chinese character face, immediately outlined the runes out of thin air with the power of his divine soul, and the speed of drawing the runes was even faster than Shang Biao, and he seemed to be a veteran.

"You guys also go up, solve those few miscellaneous fish of the Yinshan faction, and don't worry about the mysterious old ghosts."

The obsessive old man with a gloomy face gave an order to the descending master behind him, and at the same time commanded the corpse puppet to rush towards Xuanxing.

"Poof!"

Xuan Xing spat out a mouthful of essence blood and scattered it in the hungry ghost's mouth, and the fingers in his hand changed, as if he had cast some forbidden spell, and his momentum quickly declined.

And the hungry ghost absorbed a mouthful of old Dao's essence blood, and his shriveled body burst into a burst of blood red, and roared in the sky.

"Hungry~"

Then its dull eyes turned to the whites of its eyes, and its thin ghost claws rose high and aimed at the muted silent old man.

This claw actually has a kind of Taishan pressure down, the silent old way to move the space is compressed, and I have to sacrifice the magic seal of the thunder in my hand, all kinds of dazzling seals are displayed, and the palm-sized thunder seal rises against the storm, against the claws of the hungry ghost.

"Crackling!"

After a burst of thunder, the hungry ghost's thin ghost claws shattered into several pieces and scattered, but the thunder mark was also contaminated by the pus and blood flowing from its broken arm, and its power was gone, and the light bounced towards Lao Suo.

But at this moment, the hungry ghost bent his knees at an astonishing speed, burst into the air, and his tenacious long color rolled out, aiming directly at Lao Suo's thunder seal.

"Evil beasts dare, gods punish demons, shame!"

A dazzling light emanated from Lao Suo's body, and a lilac thunderbolt appeared out of thin air, bombarding the hungry ghost's foul mouth full of yellow-toothed long tongue.