Before Chen Changsheng could react, Pan Yulong had already made a move. The moment the spirit rune burned, the surrounding light was bright, and a green-faced and fanged demon was pounced on itself, and it turned out to be a hanging neck.

"Boom!"

The spirit rune exploded on the demon's body with a muffled sound, but it did not have the desired effect. The demon was only stopped for a moment, and then continued to charge.

Pan Yulong made a mistake at his feet, and there was also a spirit rune running through the money sword, and he held the money sword in his hand and killed it directly. This movement touched the wound again, his face became more and more pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

After several battles, Pan Yulong was defeated, was hit by the evil ghost, and fell to the ground.

Chen Changsheng hurriedly stuck the fire fold on the ground, wanting to rush over to help. Pan Yulong hurriedly said: "Brother Chen, please leave quickly, don't delay any longer." ”

As he spoke, he rushed over again, and blood flowed out of the wound that had been bandaged before. The demon screamed incessantly, and the attack was fierce, much more powerful than the previous one. The wind was gusting all around, and the evil ghost shot faster and faster, and Pan Yulong didn't even have a chance to send out the spirit rune.

Chen Changsheng saw that Pan Yulong was constantly knocked to the ground, and the evil ghost wanted to seize all kinds of opportunities to absorb his essence, how could he move the way? If it weren't for Pan Yulong's own two-and-a-half-foot Taoism, the yang fire would be very blazing, and I am afraid that he would have suffered a long time ago.

But even so, Pan Yulong's yang fire is also weakening, and if it goes on like this, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold on for a moment. However, Pan Yulong was brave, and even so, he tried his best to entangle the evil ghost, just to give Chen Changsheng a chance to live.

Chen Changsheng's sorrow came from it, who would have thought that a person who met in Pingshui could do this? For him, Chen Changsheng gave up his chance to escape, even if it was because he didn't have a chance to escape, but doing so really moved Chen Changsheng beyond measure.

Now, seeing that Pan Yulong was constantly injured and injured by that ghost, Yang Huo was gradually becoming weaker. Chen Changsheng's heart felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Brother Pan, I'm sorry!"

Chen Changsheng shouted, his eyes were full of determination, he had left everything behind now. If he runs away like this today, it will be difficult for him to face his heart in the future, and he will not be able to live his whole life.

Die?

What are you afraid of!

Chen Changsheng gritted his teeth, and the broken peachwood sword pierced the heart of the demon's eyebrows.

The evil ghost temporarily abandoned Pan Yulong, his neck was suddenly lengthened, avoiding Chen Changsheng's blow, and he suddenly stabbed into the air and hit the evil ghost's body headlong. As soon as the evil ghost wrapped his neck, he grabbed Chen Changsheng with both hands, and bit at Chen Changsheng when he opened his mouth, and the ghost qi rose, suppressing Chen Changsheng's yang fire.

The yang fire itself is to restrain the ghost qi, but if the ghost qi is too strong, this yang fire will naturally not be good. This is the difference between water and fire.

Pan Yulong also laughed to himself, "Okay, brother, good job!" ”

Pan Yulong endured the pain, rushed towards the evil ghost desperately, and killed the evil ghost with all his strength with the money sword in his hand. In an instant, the hair in the sky was wrapped around Pan Yulong. This evil ghost can naturally distinguish which is strong and which is weak, so the focus is still on dealing with Pan Yulong.

Pan Yulong was thrown out again, and his face was very ugly. He has blood flowing from his mouth and nose, but now he is ruthless, and if he can cut one more sword, even if he is a sword, where can he care about his own life?

Hindered by Pan Yulong, Chen Changsheng also barely avoided the first attack of the evil ghost. But the second attack was stunned and did not avoid it, and the slender neck actually wrapped around Chen Changsheng's neck, like a python.

Chen Changsheng's face suddenly turned red, and he grabbed it with his hands in a panic. Its own yang fire was suppressed, and it was difficult to cause harm to this evil ghost. Pan Yulong hurriedly rushed over, but was completely wrapped by the oncoming hair, and even lifted it directly, constantly bombarding the ground, and after two or three blows, blood was already flowing for a long time, and he was delirious.

"Die!"

The evil ghost sneered, his head was just behind Chen Changsheng, and now he opened his mouth and bit the back of Chen Changsheng's head. Chen Changsheng is even having a very difficult time breathing now, where can he resist?

Pan Yulong has now suffered a great crime, it is difficult to resist, and he is thrown all over the ground.

A faint yellow light rushed out of the package and hit the back of the demon's head.

"Ahh

The evil ghost let out a terrible scream, and quickly let go of Chen Changsheng, his eyes were full of fear, his ghost aura was obviously much weaker than before. I don't know what the specific reason is, but he was hit hard.

"Whew, whew."

Chen Changsheng gasped, his body was weak for a while, his eyes were black for a while, and he felt that his whole body was about to faint.

"You, you damn stinky Taoist!"

The demon screamed and went berserk, and he didn't even know what was going on. Now Chen Changsheng's yang fire is flickering and darkening, and his own consumption is very large. And he was dizzy now, and he was trembling even standing there, very reluctantly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Changsheng glanced at Pan Yulong, who was lying in a pool of blood, and with the help of the dim firelight, he was now at the last step.

Chen Changsheng shook his head vigorously, trying to keep himself awake. The evil ghost rushed over again, blasting Chen Changsheng away, and several claw marks appeared on his chest, and there was ghost qi penetrating through the skin to penetrate into his body.

Chen Changsheng shuddered, he couldn't resist the erosion of this ghost qi now. Seeing the evil ghost rushing over again, he suddenly swung his short sword in the air, and the spell method of the Infinite Heavenly Ghost Seal that he had studied before appeared in his mind, and now he actually drew it because his mind was blank.

And it's still in the air!

It was clearly visible that his yang fire was all instilled from his body into his right arm, and then through the broken peachwood sword, a spell was formed in the air. This action is very fast and done in one go.

Pardon, Infinite Heavenly Ghost Seal!

Chen Changsheng's face became more and more pale, and he stabbed out with a sword.

The demon realized that it was not good, and went backwards madly, but it was too late. The spell shone brightly, enveloping it in an instant.

"Ahh

The demon screamed violently, and with a bang, the light shone brightly as day.

"Plop."

Chen Changsheng sat on the ground with his butt and could no longer stand up.

Pan Yulong had already fainted, and he didn't see this last scene.

"What's going on?"

Chen Changsheng rested for a while, except for the severe pain all over his body, he was much more awake. I remember what happened just now, but how could he possibly draw it?

And also drew a spell in the air through the yang fire?

He'd tried before, and he couldn't even imitate it, but now he sent it out. Thinking of this, he checked his own yang fire, and his heart couldn't help but burst.

The yang fire that was originally one and a half feet is now only one foot!

But as soon as the idea was born, the yang fire beat again, and it became a foot and a half again.

Chen Changsheng was suddenly confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on. But the only thing that is certain is that he has not received any benefits this time, and it seems that there is no increase in Taoism because of the elimination of this evil spirit.

Chen Changsheng sighed, and didn't take it seriously. If you have experienced life and death, you will not care about this. And the cultivation before the three-foot Dao Xing was relatively simple, but what he didn't know was that the reason why Liu Shaoyang was able to reach three and a half feet was not only because of his own reasons, but also because the hanging neck ghost was the murderer who harmed the Quartet, and he killed an unknown number of people, so he had so much merit when he got rid of it.

Although this evil ghost is powerful, it is all sitting back and enjoying it, so it does much less harm. Moreover, the refinement of this path is far from being able to be determined by the previous situation, if you reach the four-foot path, you will kill a thousand such evil ghosts, and it will be difficult to rely on this kind of merit to go directly to the five-foot path.

As for five feet to six feet, it is even more difficult. They are a little faster now, and that is also because their strength is too weak, and the one-foot Dao Xing itself does not count, so the two-foot Dao Xing is a beginning.

The fire has not been extinguished, but it is almost gone. Chen Changsheng crawled to where Pan Yulong was, and as soon as he made a move, a sharp pain suddenly came from his right arm, and the pain was almost painful to the bone marrow, and he almost fainted.

"What's going on?"

Chen Changsheng was horrified in his heart, he didn't remember that his arm had been severely injured. At that moment, with the help of the dim light, I saw that the muscles of the right arm were bulging, but they were all deformed, and the skin was full of dead blood, and the whole arm was distorted.

Chen Changsheng looked over again and found that the peachwood sword, which was only one-third of it, was now completely shattered, and even the hilt of the sword was shattered into slag.

Chen Changsheng was frightened and frightened in his heart, and his right arm couldn't move at all, but he cared about Pan Yulong in his heart, so he stood up with severe pain and walked towards Pan Yulong, dragging Pan Yulong's package with his left hand.

When he walked to Pan Yulong's side, Chen Changsheng was already sweating profusely and almost fainted. He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely to keep himself a little awake, fed Pan Yulong a few healing pills, and treated Pan Yulong's wounds, after doing all this, Chen Changsheng could no longer stay awake, his body was crooked, and he fell directly to the side.

The fire flickered to the last point, swaying under the evening breeze, and quietly extinguished. The night returned to its supposed calm, as if nothing had happened.