The pitch-black, twisted spear seemed to pass through the window of the guest room without any obstruction, but there was no unexpected explosion.

With the appearance of the black spear, one figure after another emerged from the rooftops around the inn, vaguely forming an encirclement of the inn.

A strong gust of wind blew up, lifting up the corner of the black cloud that covered the moonlight, and the cold moonlight suddenly swayed down from that corner as if it had found an outlet.

Illuminated those dark shadows.

Among those dark shadows were monsters with human bodies and snake heads, strong men with five heads squeezed around their necks, gray-black spiders the size of carriages, and pale men who were half-real and half-virtual......

If an ordinary person sees such a terrifying scene, then a word will definitely come to his mind instantly:

Hyakki Night Walk!

The cold moonlight seemed to make the ghosts look a little irritated, like thieves who had been caught stealing in the middle of the night.

Among the surrounding goblins, there was a bald giant man wearing only a pair of rough brown pants and a sloppy shirt hanging down from his waist, revealing a body of black muscles.

His dark skin, as if it had been washed in ink, had silver lines twisted and coiled like small snakes, adding a hint of weirdness to the ferocity.

He has six symmetrical silver ring scars on his pitch-black bald head, and it seems that it is because of this appearance that he has a very down-to-earth nickname: Black Monk.

As for whether he was born as a monk or not, it is not yet possible to test, but it is a recognized fact that he likes to eat monks.

The purple-black green tendons and silver-white patterns on the arm of the "Black Monk" Crouching Dragon bulged high, as if it had not yet completely relaxed—the black lightning-like black spear just now came from him!

Although he was a little surprised that the inn had not been blown to pieces, but seeing that there was no movement in the guest room, the "Black Monk" seemed to have seen that the white-clothed beast had been nailed to death by him with a spear, and at this moment the skin and flesh were rapidly rotting!

"I said a long time ago, such a little beast that doesn't necessarily exist in the Cave Heaven Realm, it's enough for me to come!"

The rough voice of the "Black Monk" was particularly loud and harsh in the silence of the night.

The other ghosts also frowned slightly at this time, as if they couldn't believe that this demon who was more demonic than them had crucified that reckless man like this?

In the next moment, a silver-white sword light flashed away.

Then, when a few of the ghosts and monsters with higher cultivation felt something, they looked at the "black monk" with some surprise, only to find that the big head with six silver ring scars had already rolled to his feet at some point.

The image of the tall man on the hill fell down softly as if his spine had been removed, and smashed from the roof of the house to the street, and the bluestone slab on the ground shattered into a small "spider web".

A figure in white clothes has appeared on the roof of the inn at some point, looking down at his open five fingers very leisurely, between the five fingers, there is a silver-white small sword slowly swimming, like a silver-white swimming fish in the moonlight.

Flying Sword! Sword Repair!

A clear, lazy but obviously cold voice sounded in the night, drifting into the ears of the ghosts with the slow breeze:

"A little brute, cutting off your head with a sword is really cheap for you."

After seeing the silver-white flying sword, a group of local ghosts who claimed to be "big demons" were already trembling, and secretly retreated.

Damn, this is a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator who crosses the border to kill people like drinking tea!

Don't say you don't know this kid yet, oh no, the true realm of this uncle, even if he is a "chick" who has just entered the Cave Heaven Realm, then he will cut them without blinking!

A group of hideous-looking "big demons" subconsciously looked at the place in the encirclement that was facing the gate of the inn.

There was a boy in a pitch-black robe, shaking a blood-red folding fan in his hand.

Seeing that the "childe" did not panic at all, and remembered the "evil deeds" committed by the "devil", the ghosts whose bones were not very hard felt the evil thoughts slowly rising in their hearts.

Among them, some were killed daughters-in-law, some were killed daughters, some were killed mothers, some were killed sisters-in-law, and some were killed crushes.

Well, there are also bachelors who are simply in righteous indignation.

Just catch the female ghost and the banshee and kill it, the beast is not as good!

But before they could fully mobilize their feelings, they saw the figure of the white-clothed "devil" flash and disappear on the roof of the building, and the next moment, the white shadow suddenly appeared on the shattered street.

Crushed the pitch-black head with six ring scars with one foot!

Between the splashes of purple-black slurry and fragments, the voice that only had left cold sounded again:

"Let's go together, there is no woman, don't waste your master's time."

The ghosts, who were originally shocked by Xun Ming's sword cultivation identity and the astonishing speed of the display, lost their little reason in an instant when they heard this.

didn't pay attention to any coordination, and in the crackling sound of the bricks and tiles on the roof, it was like a cannonball shooting at the white-clothed figure of Shengxue.

It doesn't matter if you fucking are sword cultivators or whatever, you have to die for me today!

As soon as this thought appeared in the mind of the bull-headed ghost, the world in front of him was slightly paused, and then his big bronze bell-like eyes reflected his back.

And before he saw his back, he saw that behind the white-clothed demon, seven silver-white phantoms were neatly arranged.

Seven Cave Heavens!

All the ghosts present, including the "childe" who kept smiling at the corners of his mouth and shaking the blood-red folding fan unhurriedly, were all in an uncontrollable shock and fear.

How could such a demon appear in a small place like ours?!

Just when the ghosts and monsters were still in the horror of the "Seven Caves", many of them lost their heads under the flickering of the silver light.

Between life and death, the enemy will not tell you anything about benevolence, righteousness and morality.

What's more, these ghosts under the death sword are killed by killing a thousand, and there are a thousand and one of them who are innocent.

The demons and demons of the Cave Heaven Realm are not something that can be easily satisfied by eating one or two people.

The silver light flickered, and a thunder pool vaguely surrounded Xun Ming's body.

No evil can be passed!

Seeing that it was only a few moments, the "big demons" didn't even touch the corners of the white-clothed "devil", and their bodies were in different places and died in vain.

The black-clothed "son" who had fallen to his feet with the red fan in his hand trembled and hurriedly took out a jade pendant from his sleeve, pinched and exploded, and then shouted: "Father save me!" ”

He did all this in a hurry, and his head slid straight down his neck.

Beside him, a white-clothed figure patted the non-existent dust on his body, and said indifferently:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

On the street, headless corpses and heads of all kinds were scattered all over the ground, and the various colored slurries were like overturned buckets of paint, dyeing the street with a strange variegated color.

Seven half-virtual and half-real silver-white phantoms slowly disappeared, Xun Ming raised his head and sniffed the gradually thickened smell of disgust in the air, and then glanced at the full moon in the sky that was already covered by the black clouds, and suddenly felt a little funny:

"It's a full moon today~"

The sect he is in is called "Leaning Moon Sect".

In the immortal cultivation world of Dongshengzhou, there is such a consensus: "Don't fight with the crazy people of the Leaning Moon Sect when the moon is full." ”