Ye Zixuan's face was a little ugly, he didn't expect this ghost to create two layers of illusions.

Wu Liang grimaced a bitter face, the Dao robe on his body hunted, and the dust in his hand turned into countless phantoms and swept towards the handsome man.

Ye Zixuan looked at the door, but found that two candles had been blown out, and the black rope at the door had been shaking.

"What should I do now?", Ye Zixuan anxiously shouted at Wu Liang.

"Hold on to the last candle, no matter what, you can't let it go out, Li Qingxuan will definitely die if the soul summoning fails, I'm afraid that there will be a large number of evil spirits to haunt you, and then the Dao Master will be unable to protect himself!", Wu Liang shouted while parrying a black chain that swept over.

Ye Zixuan quickly ran to Li Qingxuan's side, and the last candle was placed next to Li Qingxuan, and it was already about half burned at this time.

But things are obviously not so simple, the handsome man transformed into a ghost glanced at Ye Zixuan lightly, and suddenly there was a commotion on his body, and four black chains appeared out of nowhere, and each chain also carried a sickle on it.

"Be careful!"

Wu Liang's voice suddenly shouted from the side, and Ye Zixuan was awakened at once, and when he looked back, he saw that the face behind the handsome man had turned into a black mist again, and his resentful eyes seemed to be eager to cut himself with a thousand knives, holding a sickle and slashing at his head.

"Do you look down on Dao Ye?", the fat on Wu Liang's face trembled, and the dust in his hand seemed to be able to stretch and contract, and the latter swept towards the black mist first.

But the handsome man is not easy to match, Wu Liang shot at the black mist, but he revealed his flaws, three black chains rattled, winding towards Wu Liang, and the sickle attached to the chain was like a poisonous snake, cutting off Wu Liang's head.

"Damn, you kid begged for a lot of blessings!", Wu Liang shouted and withdrew the dust, squatted, and rolled around with a lazy donkey very ugly, dodging the entangled chains.

On the one hand, Ye Zixuan will definitely not be able to leave the candle, the ghost is obviously not just to kill himself, I am afraid that the biggest purpose is to blow out the candle, if he dodges it, wouldn't it be in line with the other party's intentions?

"Master fights!"

The more critical the moment, the more you can see a person's temperament, this kind of persecution of either life or death also makes Ye Zixuan completely put aside the fear in his heart.

The scythe held by the black mist had already reached Ye Zixuan's eyes, and even Ye Zixuan could clearly see the rotten human face hidden in the black mist, as well as the bloodthirsty smile it revealed.

Retreat is absolutely not retreated, Ye Zixuan is in a hurry, he can only feel as if he is holding something in his hand, but at this juncture, where does Ye Zixuan care about what he is holding in his hand, his feet move, his waist moves, and finally it is passed to his arm, his right hand is like pressing a spring, and he involuntarily stabs towards the face in the black mist.

The ghosts were invisible and invisible, and Ye Zixuan was just the anger in his heart, instinctively stabbing towards the black mist, and he didn't think about whether he could hurt the other party at all.

But to Ye Zixuan's surprise, something happened.

"Roar!!

The face in the black mist suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the scythe was thrown to the ground weakly, and at the same time, the thick black mist like ink began to roll non-stop.

"Hiss", Ye Zixuan couldn't figure out the situation, but he was pulled back to his senses by the cold feeling coming from his arm, but he saw that there was a trace of black gas from the palm to the elbow, and these black gases seemed to be spiritual, desperately trying to get into Ye Zixuan's pores.

Ye Zixuan snorted, and then the big dragon on his back drooped, and with a snap, goosebumps the size of soybeans appeared on the skin of his whole body.

"Dagger, use that dagger to protect yourself!", Wu Liang's voice came from the side.

"Can this dagger hurt ghosts?", Ye Zixuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, but then he frowned, looked at his arm, and thought to himself: "Although this weird dagger can hurt ghosts, but the master's body still can't resist ghosts, you must be careful for a while, if you accidentally come into contact with that black mist, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome."

Although the black mist wrapped around Ye Zixuan's arm could no longer penetrate into his pores, Ye Zixuan still felt a trace of coldness coming from his arm.

And that human face was stabbed by the dagger for a while, and after wailing in pain for a while, the black fog gradually stabilized again, but if you look closely, you can find that the volume of the black fog is actually one-third less, as if it was sucked away by something.

Ye Zixuan held the dagger in his hand and stared closely at the black mist floating in mid-air.

But what surprised Ye Zixuan was that not only was he nervous, but the black mist didn't dare to shoot at will like before, but slowly retreated some distance, and the face hidden in the black mist roared threateningly, and his resentful eyes showed a slight jealousy, staring closely at the dagger in Ye Zixuan's hand.

Ye Zixuan sneered, waved the dagger in his hand, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Are you fucking afraid?"

The person's face obviously understood what Ye Zixuan said, and when he heard this, his face showed a deep look of resentment, and at the same time spit out a very slender tongue, staring at Ye Zixuan with bared teeth, as if he wanted to eat him alive, but he still didn't make any moves, just confronted Ye Zixuan from afar.

Ye Zixuan snorted, ignoring the other party's resentful gaze, if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move, if the enemy moves, I'll move first, now it's up to who can't hold his breath first, Ye Zixuan's purpose is to delay time, if the other party doesn't make a move, he will naturally be happy.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and the handsome man still has the energy to observe the movement behind him at this time, and noticed the stalemate behind him, the handsome man showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and pinched a very wonderful seal with both hands.

'Crunch crunch'

The wooden door at the door began to tremble violently, and at the same time, Ye Zixuan keenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the black rope began to emit traces of black smoke, but this was not the most devastating, what made Ye Zixuan desperate the most was that the black rope began to slowly crack!

It seems that there are countless demons and monsters crowded at the door, wanting to destroy the black rope, Ye Zixuan doesn't know what the black rope does, and what will happen after it is broken, but I am afraid that the good ones will not come, and the ones who come will not be good.

Ye Zixuan was anxious but helpless, his current task was to keep the last candle to avoid extinguishing it, not to mention that the black fog was still eyeing from the sidelines, in this case, Ye Zixuan could only watch the black rope collapse tighter and tighter, and then

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As if a demon's whisper, the black rope snapped and broke into two!

Time seemed to stand still, and then countless strange howls, screams, and dark laughter all came into Ye Zixuan's mind.

As if he had entered the paradise of ghosts all of a sudden, Ye Zixuan trembled, and the temperature in the entire room dropped by several degrees at once, and the cold air continued to invade Ye Zixuan.

"When will it be okay?", Ye Zixuan shouted anxiously at Wu Liang, while firmly protecting the last candle with his body, the dagger in his hand waved indiscriminately.

Wu Liang's hand splashed water without entering, swept away the oncoming sickle with a bang, took a breath and scolded: "How does Dao Ye know?

"This unreliable fat man!", Ye Zixuan snorted.

The handsome man glanced at the candle under Ye Zixuan, with a trace of impatience on his face, and suddenly put aside Wu Liang, and his figure appeared in front of Ye Zixuan in a flash.

"It's all for the master!", the corners of Ye Zixuan's mouth twitched, and the dagger in his hand locked on the handsome man in front of him, as long as the other party made a move, Ye Zixuan would not hesitate to stab it.

But the handsome man obviously didn't take Ye Zixuan in his eyes, but grabbed towards the black mist floating in mid-air.

The human face showed a look of fear, and it wanted to run away with a wail, but before it could make a move, it was already grabbed by the handsome man in his hand, and then the palm was closed, and with a bang, like real smoke, it was directly grabbed and scattered by the handsome man.

The handsome man snorted, inhaled lightly, and inhaled all the black mist that had not yet dissipated into his mouth, with a happy expression on his face.

"Now it's your turn!", the handsome man's blood-red eyes rolled, and he looked at Ye Zixuan expressionlessly and said.

"Do you treat Dao Ye as air?

Wu Liang screamed from behind the handsome man, the dust in his hand was straight, and the pale golden yuan force turned into two sharp blades, slashing towards the handsome man's back.

The handsome man snorted coldly, and two chains appeared behind him, like two tumbling black dragons, with a trace of black gas towards the chopping dust.

Wu Liang seemed to be extremely afraid of those black chains, and did not dare to let them touch his body.

"Stab him!", Wu Liang swept away the two chains entangled in front of him and shouted at Ye Zixuan.

"Poke?", Ye Zixuan's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he looked up at the handsome man, but found that the other party was also looking at him, with a hint of greed in his blood-red eyes!

Being stared at by the other party with such naked eyes, Ye Zixuan's heart couldn't help but chill, but before Ye Zixuan could react, four black chains had already swept towards Ye Zixuan, and the scythe flashing with cold light slashed at Ye Zixuan's head with a cold killing intent like an impermanent smile.

"Fuck !!"

Ye Zixuan roared angrily, his eyes were red, and terrifying green tendons appeared on his face, like a mad demon beast, with an indomitable momentum, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at the handsome man's face fiercely.