Wushan is catching ghosts, Feng Mushi is watching, and the two of them do not interfere with each other inside and outside the array.

However, a wicked wind blew, and this peace was broken!

Wu Shan picked out the newly captured Soul to the Dragon Soul, raised his head to look at the direction of the wind blowing from the evil wind, his heart began to tense, and his brows furrowed.

The momentum carried by this evil wind is very strong, and it can only be exuded by the kind of powerful existence of the Sixth Realm.

Wushan had fought against the alien beasts of the Sixth Realm, and he was very familiar with this kind of momentum.

At this moment, Feng Mushi outside the formation heard a slightly anxious reminder.

"Senior brother of Qinglu Academy, the king of the first layer of the secret realm, the Poison Soul Ghost, has appeared, why don't we join forces to capture the secret treasure?"

Wu Shan, who was in the Heroic Soul Array, frowned when he heard this, his face showing doubts and worries.

"What is the King of Souls, Poison Souls? Where is the treasure? ”

It's just the time for a cup of tea, Wu Shan's flat and puzzled voice came out of the Heroic Soul Array, making Feng Mu Shiyu, who was waiting anxiously, show half a point of joy on his face.

Since Wu Shan had spoken, Feng Mushi was confident that she had a way to lure Wu Shan out of the Heroic Soul Array, and join forces with her to kill the King of Soul Ghost, Poison Soul Ghost, and obtain the secret treasure.

And from Wushan's questions, Feng Mushi guessed that Wushan should not know much about the Three Secret Realms, otherwise he wouldn't have asked the two questions just now.

Depressed, although Wushan's voice came out, it was never seen.

"Senior brother, there are three layers in the Three Shadows Secret Realm, and each layer has a Secret Treasure Guardian, that is, the King of Soul Darkness, and the King of Soul Darkness in this first layer is Poison Soul Ghost."

"Senior brother, the momentum just now must be a poisonous soul."

Wu Shan in the Heroic Soul Array did not respond, but Feng Mushi was not in a hurry to stand quietly in the black fog outside the array.

"Treasure Keeper...... The King of Souls...... Poison Soul ...... Three-storey ......"

In the Heroic Soul Array, Wu Shan muttered to himself, trying his best to think, and the expression on his face was full of hesitation before making a decision.

About a quarter of an hour later, when Feng Mushi outside the formation was about to get impatient, the maze in front of her disappeared, and a burly figure carried a spear upside down, step by step out of the black mist.

The person who came, it was Wushan!

Feng Mushixing's eyes narrowed slightly, and she took in Wushan's appearance and clothes one by one, this was a look she was not familiar with, and she was not any famous scholar in Qinglu Academy.

In Feng Mushi's eyes, Wushan, who came slowly, was not so handsome and chic, nor was he sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was a little reckless and indifferent dragging a spear.

Xu has a black fog as the background, and Wushan's impression of Feng Mushi is really a little dark and vague.

After Wushan approached Feng Mushi, Feng Mushi saw Wushan's appearance clearly, and the expectations for Wushan in her heart plummeted.

Wushan is not as majestic and heroic as Feng Mushi imagined.

"It's okay to join forces, the secret treasure ultimately belongs, each according to his ability!"

Wu Shan raised his gun and pointed it at Feng Mushi, and did not obey and lean on the latter because he was a great beauty, but put on a straight man attitude who was businesslike and did his own thing.

Feng Mushi looked at Wushan, and deep down in her heart, she was constantly shortening and longing, weighing the pros and cons.

In the end, Feng Mushi smiled, and her tone was gentle and beautiful.

"It's all up to Senior Brother!"

Wu Shan nodded and looked behind Feng Mushi, which was the direction of momentum fluctuations, and it was also the place where the poisonous soul was located.

Wu Shan didn't speak, stepped forward, and jumped past Feng Mushi.

Feng Mushi reacted quickly, turned around and quickly came to Wushan's side, separated by Wushan's three positions, so that he had enough time to react.

Wu Shan glanced at Feng Mushi and ignored the woman's careful thoughts.

Wu Shan was very confident, if he wanted to, even without the assistance of the Heroic Soul Array, he would be able to raid Feng Mushi.

It's just that Feng Mushi has a defensive spirit treasure on her body, and Wushan doesn't have the certainty of killing her with one blow and taking her in a short time.

Wu Shan and Feng Mushi each played Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, and the two of them bombarded the souls killed nearby, while guarding each other, and gradually approached the place where the poisonous souls were located.

Rumble!

Before it got close to the Poisonous Soul Ghost, Wushan was already affected by the battle, and the fierce wind spread out, expelling all the ordinary Soul Ghost in this area.

While the white robe on his body whirred, Wushan was alarmed, his chest was full of Chinese qi, and a layer of translucent enchantment appeared on his body.

Above the barrier, wisps of invisible smoke came out, making Wushan shudder.

"It's poisonous, it's silent, and it's a very corrosive poison!"

Before he saw the poisonous soul, the black mist was filled with foreign poison, which made Wushan a little creepy and shuddered.

Wu Shan turned his head, and just wanted to remind Feng Mushi, who was inseparable from him, who knew that this woman had already held up a pink enchantment, and was looking at Wu Shan with a light smile.

Wu Shan was very sensitive, and he could feel a hint of regret and disappointment in Feng Mushi's shallow smile.

Perhaps, at that moment just now, Feng Mushi hoped that Wushan would be corroded by foreign poison.

After staring at Feng Mushi for a moment, Wushan retracted his gaze, silent and silent.

With just this small detail, Wu Shan immediately raised his vigilance in his heart.

Rumble! Rumble!

Roar! Roar!

At this moment, two loud noises came from the black fog in the distance, accompanied by two beast roars.

Wushan's face was a little gloomy, he didn't continue to pay attention to the Feng Mushi beside him, and recited the war poem, and the whole person was shrouded in a gust of wind, blowing into the black fog in one fell swoop, and swept away towards the place where the battle broke out.

Seeing this, Feng Mushi was not far behind, and a ribbon flew around her waist, holding her up like two colorful clouds, and chased after Wushan.

……

Shui Mo was a little anxious, he had been single-handedly challenging the King of Soul Ghost, Poison Soul You, for a while, and he couldn't take down Poison Soul You, which made Shui Mo a little flustered.

Shui Mo was flustered, not because the poisonous soul of the sixth realm was very powerful, he couldn't beat it.

Rather, they were worried that the battle would be too loud and attract other competitors.

Especially Wushan, who has been in contact with him, and Feng Mushi, who is not dealing with him, of course, there are some students from the two academies who are very strong.

Because of this, the ink directly sacrificed a hole card, and with the blessing of the heirloom Lingbao Dream Strike Pen, he drew a downhill tiger whose strength was at the peak of the fifth realm.

The Xiashan Tiger was blessed by several auxiliary Wendao secret techniques of ink painting, and fought with the poisonous soul ghost, back and forth.

In this way, the movement of the downhill tiger and the poisonous soul ghost fighting each other became more and more noisy, attracting nearby competitors.

When Wu Shan arrived at the battle site, he saw a giant white tiger with a body length of two feet, which was wrapped around the body of a monster composed of jet-black vines, and two additional vine whips stretched out from the vine monster, constantly whipping the white tiger.

The white tiger was in pain, whistling again and again, waving its claws to resist the long whip of the vines, and at the same time cutting the vines wrapped around its body.

And the ink is standing in the distance at the moment, holding a dream pen, writing hard, as if writing poetry and painting.

Seeing this, Wu Shan's gaze switched back and forth between the white tiger and the ink twice, and then made a choice.

Zila!

Thirteen Styles of Rage Killing!

Wushan went away with the wind, the blood and qi surged, the literary qi increased, and a spear burst out of the air, piercing the ink and water.

"Kill!"

Wushan burst into applause, he wanted revenge, revenge for the sneak attack.

There are some hatreds that cannot be left overnight.

There are some things that I can't say.

The guns turned into Wushan are huge, and the ink painting is in the eyes and anxious in the heart.

With the blessing of the Dream Pen, seeing that the second white tiger would be born immediately, who would have thought that Wushan would arrive at this time and kill with a gun.

"Damn!"

Ink scolded, extremely unwilling. But he had no choice, because Wushan was menacing and full of murderous intent.

The ink pen is closed, and the summoning ceremony of the second white tiger is interrupted.

Shout!

Before the arrival of Wushan, the figure of ink disappeared in a flash.

Wushan's attack this time made another swoop.

However, this situation Wushan had long predicted.

When he found that the ink figure appeared in the distance, it had already been sacrificed by Wushan, and the hidden [Sea of Ink] rose in the wind and fell like a mountain peak, wanting to suppress the ink and wash it.

Airplanes!

On the ink body, an enchantment was propped up, temporarily resisting the crushing of the sea of ink.

The ink was trapped, Wu Shan's eyes lit up, and the slaughter in his hand was raised again, and it was another explosion of killing and anger, and the gunfire burst out, unstoppable.

"Come back!"

At this critical moment, the ink was in danger, and with the wave of the dream pen in his hand, the white tiger that was entangled by the poisonous soul turned into a puddle of ink, and flowed very spiritually behind Wushan, turning into a white tiger again, opening Sensen's huge mouth and biting towards Wushan.

As a last resort, Wu Shan had no choice but to turn around, turn the gun, and hit the white tiger with this explosion of the thirteen types of killing rage.

Whew!

Hearing only a whine, the white tiger was in pain and was shot in the head by Wushan.

The white tiger was killed by Wushan, turned into a puddle of ink again, quickly flowed to the side of the ink, condensed into a small white tiger, and slapped its claws towards the sea of heirloom spiritual treasure ink in Wushan.

Mo Hai was slightly shaken, and Ink took the opportunity to shake himself and escaped from Mo Hai's suppression.

It's a pity that the white tiger was crushed into a puddle of ink again when Wushan returned to his senses to control the sea of ink.

This time, the white tiger did not condense again, but flowed back into the dreamy brush of ink.

Seeing this, Wu Shan withdrew Mo Hai, his expression was gloomy, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Sister Feng, we are from the same academy, you and I will join forces to kick this person out of the secret realm first, and then work together to kill the King of Soul Ghost, Poison Soul Ghost, what do you think?"

Ink opened his mouth to speak, asking for help from Feng Mushi, who was entangled by poisonous spirits on the side.

It is said that Feng Mushi is also a sad child, and she followed Wushan all the way into the battle scene, but before she took the initiative to make a move, she was entangled by the empty poisonous soul ghost, and she couldn't get out of it for a while.

The current situation is very weird, the king of the soul ghost, the poisonous soul ghost, entangled Feng Mushi and chased the girl up and down.

On the contrary, Wushan and Ink are standing on the sidelines and wary of each other, while waiting for something.

Cangshan Cave Academy, in front of the stone wall.

The strange behavior between Wushan, Ink and Wash, and Feng Mushi made the teachers and students unable to understand the situation.

"Why don't Senior Brother Shui and Senior Sister Feng join forces and kick that Wushan out of the secret realm first?"

A student who was kicked out of the secret realm couldn't understand the situation, he didn't understand why Ink and Feng Mushi didn't join forces to defeat the enemy, but instead let Wushan attack and kill Ink again and again, and almost succeeded.

"Are they still men? Sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, want to pick up a bargain? ”

The other student had a better eye, and it was clear that he had already seen part of Wushan and Ink's intentions.

Don't look at the shouting of Senior Sister Feng who was full of ink just now, and proposed to join forces to defeat the enemy, but her body didn't move at all, and she didn't mean to step forward to help Feng Mushi at all.

Others don't know, but a group of old guys in Cangshan Cave Academy are all clear.

Ink and wash body with Mandarin Duck Pa * Yang, and Feng Mushi, who has Mandarin Duck Pa * Yin, are born to deal with each other, and the two cannot combine yin and yang at all, complement each other and help each other.

If there is really a day when the mandarin ducks and papai are together, there will be no ink in this world, or there will be no wind and poetry.

"Mandarin ducks and birds fly separately."

"This is fate!"

Cangshan Yue, the head of the Cangshan Cave Academy, sighed secretly in his heart, he had been worried about this since the day the Mandarin Duck Pa chose the master.

Now that the contradiction between ink painting and Feng Mushi is beginning to appear, the apparent calm of Cangshan Cave Academy has also been broken.

"Don't look at Feng Mushi's girl who looks soft and weak, but in fact, she is secretly scheming, she is not as weak as she appears."

A gray-haired old woman in Cangshan Cave Academy stared at the stone wall, looking at Feng Mushi, who was dancing like a butterfly in the beating of the four vines of the poisonous soul, and was full of praise.

"Just because she can hold on to the hands of the poisonous soul until now, she can't be a weak person."

The cave master Yan Qiuzhen's words are sonorous and powerful, and he is also very optimistic about Feng Mushi, although Feng Mushi's killing heart is not as obvious as Wushan and ink, but sometimes soft can overcome the strong, and the weak can defeat the strong.

In the three secret realms, Feng Mushi dodged back and forth in the attack of the four rattan whips, struggling with all her mind.

However, when Yu Guang saw Wu Shan and Shui Mo stop and stand aside to watch the battle, Feng Mushi was angry.

The reason why Feng Mushi worked hard to entangle the king of Soul Ghost, Poison Soul You, was that she wanted Wushan and Shui Mo to lose both, and then she could join forces with the victorious side to strangle Poison Soul You.

At that time, Feng Mushi was somewhat confident in defeating Wushan or Ink.

If you follow the script, in the end, Feng Mushi can not only get the secret treasure and attack the next layer, but also kick out the two major competitors of Wushan and Ink.

The result?

Wushan and Ink chose to stand by very tacitly, which made Feng Mushi angry.

So, Feng Mushi's eyes rolled, her body shook, and she dragged the poisonous soul towards Wushan.

And with that, there was the angry roaring poisonous ghost.

Feng Mushi is very smart, she did not lead the poisonous soul to the ink, but to Wushan.

Feng Mushi and Ink are from the same academy, they look down and don't look up, between Wushan and Ink, she chooses to know more about Ink.

And Feng Mushi knew very well that there must be many teachers in the academy staring at them at this moment, and her actions at this time could win the favor of most people.

Feng Mushi also knew that the scholars of Cangshan Cave Academy had a sense of collective honor, and she herself was no exception.

The poisonous soul is also driven by a sense of collective honor.

Wu Shan squinted, his heart was indifferent, his eyebrows were cold, and wisps of murderous intent surged in his pupils, boiling endlessly.

"In that case, don't blame me for destroying the flowers!"

Wu Shan was furious, the murderous spear in his right hand was raised horizontally, and the blood mountain and river of the heirloom spirit treasure in his arms flew out, and a large array of blood rivers was arranged in an instant, and the power of the large array drummed up the void, and it was simple and solemn.

At the same time, the sea of ink in Wushan's left hand flew out and suppressed the ink and left.

The sea of ink rises against the wind, the momentum is strong, accurate and ruthless, and there is a tendency to swallow the river.