The Chiyuan sword shot out at will, and a beam of sword light shot out, hitting the back of the paper puppet!

"Yike...... I'm dead! The puppet let out a high-pitched and strange scream, and exploded with a bang, sending confetti flying all over the sky like butterflies.

For Sun Lingcong, it was just the loss of a paper puppet, and his real body was not affected in any way.

And this guy is quite naughty, and he deliberately screamed before he died.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't cry or laugh, looked around, and said loudly: "Sun Lingcong, don't meddle in the affairs here, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

The four fields are lonely, only the echo of Ye Zhiqiu.

Liu Yan frowned and asked, "Sun Lingcong's warning, is it true or false?" That old ghost, can't you really move? ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense, since we have taken over this business, there is no reason to give up! There is no turning back from the bow, let's go, deal with the old ghost! Ye Zhiqiu said.

Seven million are beckoning, no kind of warning, it can't stop Ye Zhiqiu.

Everyone nodded and set off with Ye Zhiqiu.

was made such a scene by Sun Lingcong, and it was already dusk, and the woods gradually darkened.

Walking to the place where the battle took place last night, you can still see the traces of last night's battle, but there is not a trace of ghosts.

Pang Hao turned his head to look around and said, "Ye Zhiqiu, you are not mistaken, right?" There is no ghost spirit here, there will be a ghost king? ”

"How could it be wrong? There is no ghost energy, which means that the ghost king's path is too deep and hidden without leakage. Ye Zhiqiu pointed to the small dirt mountain in front of him and said: "The earth mountain is in the past, it is a ghost nest, the old ghost does not come out, we can make some arrangements first, so that he will not be at peace!" ”

"Okay, I'll go take a look!" Pang Hao took the lead and rushed towards Tushan.

Beyond the dirt mountain, it is a depression, and there is no grass and trees in the middle.

Pang Hao took out the peachwood sword, pointed to the east and the west, and said something in his mouth. But Pang Hao muttered for a long time, and there was still no movement around.

"Hey, am I too good to come out?" Pang Hao looked at Ye Zhiqiu and asked.

"Probably." Ye Zhiqiu nodded, took out the paper talisman, and buried it around to prepare for the big battle.

Liu Yan and Wang Han looked around and were in charge of guarding.

Ye Zhiqiu had just buried two yellow talismans, and Liu Yan suddenly shouted in a low voice: "There are lights in the south......

"There are lights in other directions as well......," Wang Han said later.

Ye Zhiqiu stopped his movements, looked around, and sure enough, he saw a little bit of dark green ghost fire, flickering and fluttering in the woods, gradually gathering from all directions.

"The old ghost is here, everyone be on guard!" Ye Zhiqiu pulled out the Chiyuan Sword and said.

I was going to set up a formation here, but now it's too late.

Pang Hao also looked around and said, "I'll get some ghost fires, I don't think this old ghost is amazing!" ”

"Whether it's great or not, you can find out if you try." Liu Yan said angrily.

"Try it!" Pang Hao waved his peachwood sword and rushed towards the floating ghost fire, shouting: "The old ghost will show up for me, and I will single you out!" ”

But those ghost fires suddenly rose high, and all of them floated more than a foot into the air, almost level with the surrounding trees.

At the same time, there is a melodious sound of silk and bamboo, coming from all directions, clear into the ear.

"This is a ghost eight sounds, don't let this music take you in!" Ye Zhiqiu shouted.

"What is a ghost eight sounds?" Liu Yan asked.

"It's just one more scale than the Doruimi in the world, it belongs to the music in the Yin Division, and it is very confusing......" Ye Zhiqiu explained, looked up at the ghost fire fluttering in the sky, and said: "The old ghost doesn't play with the hundred ghosts to carry the coffin tonight, change the tricks, everyone be careful!" ”

As soon as the words came out, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but be stunned, why does the ghost king here understand the ghost eight sounds of the underworld?

Could it be that this old ghost used to be in the underworld?

Sun Lingcong said that this old ghost can't be messed with, it seems that there is indeed some mystery!

There are more and more ghost fires, from dozens of points at the beginning, to hundreds of points now, floating in the air, like fireflies on a summer night. In all directions, there are countless ghost fires, which are gathering in a steady stream.

Moreover, the height of the ghost fire is very high, and Pang Hao is holding a peachwood sword and stabbing indiscriminately, which is still a big difference.

"What do you mean, old ghost, play with the dragon lantern to show us?" Liu Yan was puzzled.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't understand either, and muttered: "These ghost fires are definitely not good things, wait until I destroy him with sword qi!" ”

"Don't bother so much, watch me origami as a bridge, go up and sweep them!" Pang Hao was anxious to perform, waved his hand and scattered more than a dozen yellow talismans, and shouted: "Wearing five stars on your head, stepping on the five elements, Maoshan Law Bridge, anxious as a law!" ”

With a few swishs, the paper symbols in the air are lined up, all the way up, like a ladder to heaven.

"Ye Zhiqiu, Dharma Protector!" Pang Hao shouted again, and his tower-like body rose vertically, stepping on the suspended paper talisman, and rushed upward.

What a deal!

Ye Zhiqiu didn't have a rut, and hurriedly pinched a magic bridge trick, pointed at the paper talisman, and helped Pang Hao stabilize the magic bridge.

Because Pang Hao's current Taoism can't be used for two purposes, and he can't control the magic bridge while killing ghosts, so he needs the help of the same sect. If there is no Dharma protector from the same door, Pang Hao will definitely fall from above, and his nose will be blue and his face will be swollen.

Even if it is replaced by Ye Zhiqiu, it will not work.

It seems that only the five elders of Maoshan can use origami as a bridge alone.

If it is usually a mountain climb and a water, Ye Zhiqiu may be able to use it reluctantly, but building a bridge to catch ghosts, Ye Zhiqiu can't do it at present.

But Pang Hao's kung fu, in the eyes of Wang Han and Liu Yan, is also very powerful.

Last time in Taihu Lake, Liu Yan saw Xu Peijia use this spell to go into the water, but he didn't expect that this spell could still go to the sky.

"Charm and spirit, let you know the power of Maoshan magic skills!" Pang Hao stepped on the paper bridge, went up to the air more than a zhang high, waved the peachwood sword, and slashed at the surrounding ghost fires.

Under the full force, Pang Hao's peachwood sword was also entangled with electric light, like a dragon and snake flying, which was the result of the Dao Qi in Pang Hao's body. Although Pang Hao's Dao is still shallow, and the sword light cannot be formed, it is also quite powerful, and after the ghost fire is swept away, it is all extinguished.

Liu Yan was not optimistic, shook his head slightly and said: "There are too many ghost fires, one after the other, what's the use of such a fight?" ”

Before the words fell, there were dozens of ghost fires in the air, and suddenly formed a network of light, heading towards Pang Hao under the hood!

Pang Hao raised his sword to stab, but was hit by a dead man's bone flying from the oblique stab.

", I can't stand it!" Pang Hao's peachwood sword snapped and broke, and the burly figure also fell from the air!

"Be careful!" Wang Han stepped a little under his feet, and his figure came out, taking Pang Hao in mid-air.

Pang Hao's body flipped in the air, landed on his feet, and then pounced, falling and squatting.

If Wang Han hadn't helped him, he wouldn't have landed on the ground, but his face would have landed.

"Tell you not to do it, you still don't listen!" Ye Zhiqiu collected the magic bridge, and the Chi Yuan sword pointed upward: "Chi Yuan is out of the sheath, and the sword is infinite!" (January 24, third update.) Around eight o'clock in the evening, there is one more watch. ）