Zhiwei has a saying: the morning sun and twilight yin, shun life and death, against the law of this time, yin and evil are born; the resentment of living beings, the evil spirits, condensed and dissipated, turned into mountain ghosts, jealousy and hatred, and invaded living beings. net

Qingyang stared at this group of mountain ghosts, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the number of black shadows was not much, only more than thirty.

Like the countless mountain ghosts summoned when the Blue Ghost Department attacked, it was also a black mist condensation, changing its appearance from time to time, as if a variety of living beings had died and condensed together.

Of course, there are differences.

The green ghosts summoned those mountain ghosts, which were forcibly condensed by magic, and they were the most marginal of the barren jungle, and their strength was not strong enough, and the Jiupin Strength Realm could be easily eliminated.

These mountain ghosts in front of him are more powerful, each of them has the strength of more than eight ranks, and it is extremely dangerous for the eight rank warrior realm to fight against them.

The figure condensed by the black mist is as solid as ink, and it is also more intelligent, with a pair of blood-red eyes, full of various negative emotions such as violence, hatred, and jealousy.

Some giant butterflies and purple bees didn't have time to escape, they were shrouded in a large black mist, fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and slowly died of struggle, and their bright body surfaces gradually turned gray-white.

These black mist seemed to have wisdom, specializing in plundering the aura of flowers and plants, even the purple beehive not far away.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

Dozens of mountain ghosts, staring at Qingyang with blood-red eyes, as if they had seen the most hated enemy, rushed over with a low cry in their mouths.

"Hmph, it's a good time!"

In the battle with the black bear, he was not a good killer, and he did not let go completely, and he was very uncley.

The mountain ghost is the evil breath of the mountains and forests, which just makes him have a hearty battle.

The spirit was sealed, and he could no longer destroy the enemy with a formation, and Qingyang still had the confidence to kill this group of mountain ghosts.

His eyes were contemplative, his essence flashed, and his inner breath flowed freely in the meridians of his body.

Following the meridians of both hands, a stream of breath poured into the bone stick, and the surface of the white beast bones flickered faintly, like a demon-slaying pestle.

The five-foot bone stick dances like a windmill, collapses, points, pierces, splits, circles, picks, plucks, thorns, moves like lightning, and the tip of the stick has 10,000 points of cold light, especially like the starry sky.

Even if it was a pair of thirty-six, Qingyang attacked almost at the same time, and the thirty-six mountain ghosts stared at the figure, and after being hit hard, the black mist continued to roll and almost dissipate.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

These mountain ghosts roared continuously, and the black shadows filled the gathering together, and in the blink of an eye, they merged into one, turning into a huge mountain ghost, with a body size of more than ten zhang.

After the merger, the mountain ghost naturally did not simply become larger, and his strength actually had the peak of the sixth grade, and a black gas between his hands, like a long whip, slammed at Qingyang.

"Hmph, Ning Tu Ghost King is more than a hundred zhang, and I am not afraid, how can I be afraid of you as a mountain ghost?"

Qingyang shouted coldly, "The edge is exposed~"

On the five-foot bone stick, the light was magnificent, and the powerful internal breath gushed out from the thirty-six qi mansions, condensing a spear tip at the end of the long bone, and the bone rod instantly turned into a big gun.

The gun is the commander of the long soldier and the king of the hundred soldiers.

Recalling Zhong Bo and Lie Muyang's moves in his mind, Qingyang turned them into his own moves.

The spear in his hand seemed to turn into a long snake, winding, winding, pointing, collapsing, picking, and stabbing, blocking the huge mountain ghost whip one by one.

Unable to take Qingyang for a while, the eyes of this mountain ghost became colder and more scarlet, and dozens of arms appeared in the black mist on his body, and on each arm, he was holding a black long whip.

In the face of the extremely strange mountain ghosts, Qingyang seemed to fall into the upper hand with a single spear.

The golden retriever was worried, the black bear was sad, and the two beasts stared at Cheng's battle together.

Just when the mountain ghost was approaching step by step, and Qingyang seemed to be more and more dangerous, the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching, and he rolled on the spot, suddenly provoked, and shouted in his mouth: "Zhongping gun~"

The tip of the two-foot spear pierced the mountain ghost in the chest, and with the sudden infusion of the thirty-six qi mansions, the tip of the spear increased rapidly by several zhang and was more than a few feet long, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

While piercing the body of the mountain ghost, the tip of the spear also seemed to explode, turning into thousands of swords, cutting the ten-zhang mountain ghost into countless fragments.

The golden retriever screamed excitedly, but the black bear trembled for a while, it turned out that Qingyang fought against it, and he didn't show his true skills at all, and a sense of awe and convincing arose in his eyes.

The mountain ghost fell, but a large poisonous miasma was formed, and Qingyang frowned for a while, ready to leave this place.

Unexpectedly, the distant mountains are like a wind blowing, and the mountains and forests are whistling endlessly.

Looking up into the distance, more black mist rolled over the mountains and rolled towards the forest.

The black fog in the jungle was filled with shadows, and there were thousands of mountain ghosts, as if the gates of hell had been opened and countless ghost armies had rushed out.

Drunk, the black bear looked panicked, and looked at Qingyang expectantly, as if he wanted him to defeat the other party again.

grabbed the golden retriever and kicked the black bear violently, Qingyang yelled, "Why don't you run away?"

Before the words fell, the whole person was already dozens of feet away, and the black bear turned his head and fat body, and ran wildly to catch up.

In the face of dozens of mountain ghosts, Qingyang is confident that he can completely eliminate them.

At this time, I don't know thousands of mountain ghosts, as long as they are not fools, only escaping is the best thing.

Moving his long legs, Qingyang was drunk with a golden retriever, rushing to the road, and the seemingly clumsy body of the black bear did not fall in the slightest.

However, for some reason, the mountain ghosts were particularly hostile to Qingyang, and they didn't know that there were thousands of fierce pursuits, and countless black fogs were also accompanied by the mountain ghosts and fog.

Running thousands of feet in the mountains and forests, the distance between them and the mountain ghosts is closer, the black bear is too fat, the wheezing sound is more intense, and it is obvious that he is gradually losing his physical strength.

With the strength of the six-rank beast, it will not be so exhausting if it is used to run for a day and a night, but the previous battle between the black bear and Qingyang consumed all his physical strength.

Qingyang felt a little apologetic in his heart, let himself be drunk, and lifted the black bear with both hands, like an ant holding a huge peanut, running wildly in the mountains and forests.

One after another, the beasts and fierce birds, while fleeing for their lives in panic, couldn't help but take a look at this strange combination.

"Chirp~"

The golden retriever simply climbed onto the black bear, and let out a cry of surprise, Qingyang looked up and saw that the aura in front of him was pervasive, the fog was vast, and the entire mountain forest seemed to be covered with a light veil.

Seeing many strange beasts and fierce birds running here, they all stopped running, and seemed to be extremely relieved, Qingyang gradually stopped and observed carefully.

The spiritual mist tumbled and surged, gradually manifesting into countless birds and beasts, of different sizes and sizes, rushing forward in the mountains and forests.

Seeing a white wildebeest, like a unicorn in another world, Qingyang subconsciously reached out to touch it, but could only touch a hand of mist.

At this moment, countless mountain ghosts and black mist caught up and collided with the spirit creatures.

The white spiritual mist and the black dense fog collide and entangle, black and white, and the two are intertwined.

The countless birds and beasts condensed by the spiritual mist fought fiercely with the mountain ghost army, like the battle of thousands of troops and horses, the scene was spectacular and mysterious, and it was fascinating.

Qingyang stared at the battle between the two, which was clearly also the fighting method of Shu Xiu, which was completely different from the formation against the Ning Tu Ghost King, which opened his eyes.

As the battle continued, the black mist and spiritual objects continued to be consumed, and countless spiritual mist continued to pour in the mountains and forests, and the black mist was finally defeated, slowly fading into the distance, and disappearing over the mountain beam.

Thousands of mountain ghosts, besieged by countless birds and beasts, lost the support and blessing of the black mist, and were gradually encircled and eliminated, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"The mountains are high and cover the sun, and the forests are obscure and there are beautiful trees. The green leaves and branches are fruitful, sighing lonely and alone~"

The light and ethereal female voice, swirling between the clouds and mist in the mountains and forests, slowly approached, which was refreshing, and it was the girl's singing. (To be continued.) )