Instead of dissipating, the miasma has become stronger?

When I heard Li Chenhao say this, I noticed that the miasma in the mountains and forests in front of me did not dissipate much in the sun, and even the miasma in some places was still extending outward, such as the direction of our side.

Wu Zhengyang frowned, and he said that it was very likely that the mandrill demon made a move.

Don't say I didn't pay attention, even he didn't pay attention, and the paper spirit walking in the miasma still didn't find anything, at first Wu Zhengyang thought that the miasma had receded, and the ghost spirit had converged its range of activity, but now I think about it, it's very likely that the monkey demon made the ghost!

We returned to where the others were, and sure enough, we saw a white miasma coming out of nowhere.

This white mist is silently extending forward, approaching us bit by bit, and now, the miasma is almost close in front of us!

Wu Zhengyang said badly, and hurriedly pinched the trick to beckon the paper spirit to come back.

And at this time, there was a sudden whimpering sound in the woods, the yin wind was strong, the leaves were blowing, and a cloud of billowing black gas was the first to burst out from the dense fog, and in the center of the black gas was an ancient general holding a glaive knife, and his fierce and fierce knife slashed violently.

I was so shocked that I almost subconsciously ran the Five Elements Ethereal Technique, stomped my feet suddenly, and blocked the enemy with the ethereal earth.

As soon as the operation of several directions, the pressure like a mountain was blessed on me, and the earth qi under my feet was completely integrated, and I seemed to be forcibly controlling a vast dragon formed by the convergence of earth qi with a small force!

This feeling is exactly the same as when worshipping the gods.

Four words to describe, there is no way to shake.

In just one moment, the number of spells I was running was interrupted by the shock, and I snorted, took a few steps back and sat on the ground, and my face suddenly swelled with a strange flush.

Wu Zhengyang hurriedly reminded: "Don't try to control the earth's qi!"

The Jiulian Mountains are a combination of earth and qi, this is a dragon vein feng shui hidden in the mountains, no wonder the princely mausoleum will choose to be buried here.

Wu Zhengyang took out the paper knife in his sleeve and applied the paper spirit number to attach it to it, and the paper knife suddenly became straight.

At this time, the evil spirit general had already slashed down.

The knife was slashing down on a villager in Hegui Village, and from top to bottom, the whole villager was cut into two pieces.

As the blood mist exploded, the body split apart and fell to the ground.

For a while, blood mixed with internal organs flowed, and the scene was extremely bloody and cruel, which made people's scalps tingle and frightened almost their livers and gallbladders.

The Evil Spirit General slowly turned his head, and the fierce eyes hidden under the emanation emitted a bloodthirsty light.

Wu Guanxing's legs trembled, almost fell to their knees in fright, and one of them was even scared to pee, and the smelly yellow urine kept flowing down the trouser tube, and the evil spirit general roared angrily, waving the glaive knife in his hand and attacking again.

At this time, Wu Zhengyang hurriedly used the knife to catch up, and the seemingly soft paper knife blocked the ghost knife that was slashing head-on, and the sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly echoed in the mountains and forests.

In this exchange, it was obvious that Wu Zhengyang suffered a loss.

The terrifying power on the wielded glaive knife, coupled with the fact that it was a head-on split, had an advantage, and trying to block with the power of the paper knife was tantamount to a fool's dream!

Wu Zhengyang held a knife in both hands, but he was still ruthlessly suppressed!

The blade of the glaive knife slashed at Wu Zhengyang's shoulder, and blood flowed out immediately, if it weren't for Wu Zhengyang's extremely strong spirits, I'm afraid this knife would cut off half of his body!

I watched them fight in horror, gasped a few times, suppressed the shock of qi and blood, I hurriedly got up from the ground, opened the ethereal golden knife with both hands, and quickly stepped forward to help.

Seeing that this knife failed to kill the enemy, the evil spirit general roared angrily again, and with a twist of the blade, it swept along Wu Zhengyang's shoulder.

I obviously saw the horror in Wu Zhengyang's eyes, this turn of the blade, I actually wanted to cut off Wu Zhengyang's head, fortunately Wu Zhengyang reacted quickly, he jerked back, the blade almost flew past the tip of his nose, and almost didn't cut off his nose!

I slashed at the head of the Evil Spirit General with a sword.

This evil spirit general was extremely agile, and he flew back and opened the distance, he clenched the glaive knife in his hand, and looked at me and Wu Zhengyang with cold eyes.

I didn't dare to be careless, stared at this evil spirit, and asked with a side face, "Are you okay?"

Wu Zhengyang gasped, cold sweat dripping from his face, and he barely held up a smile in response: "I can't die!" Fortunately, Lao Tzu reacted quickly!"

I can't laugh, this ghost knows martial arts, and no one can fucking stop it!

The Evil Spirit General opened his mouth and let out a black breath.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

A deep voice came, and the Evil Spirit General almost let out a roar that shook the sky.

The momentum of the layers of climbing is terrifying, although it is the body of an evil spirit, but that kind of ferocity, even the fierce spirit that Wang Shun and I are facing is not comparable!

The evil spirit general lifted the glaive knife in his hand, and the black qi under his body continued to condense, and a pure black high-headed horse suddenly rose, carrying the body of the evil spirit general to rise, and after the battle horse was condensed, the nostrils of the burly war horse also hummed a breath of black gas.

The evil spirit general pointed at his sword, and the four hooves of the war horse surged towards us, and the majesty of the momentum made people feel a sense of weakness that could not be resisted.

My eyes were horrified, and my palms instantly sweated.

Is this still a fucking evil spirit?

Even I was already scared like this, not to mention Li Chenhao and the others behind me, one by one collapsed on the ground, staring at the evil spirit general in despair, and even forgot to run away at this moment.

"You can ride a horse?"

Wu Zhengyang roared, pinched the trick in his hand, and suddenly there was a neighing sound of horses in the woods.

The black-clothed paper man rode a red paper horse from the forest, and the speed was light and fast, like he was flying on a swallow.

Just as the demon general swung his sword, the paper horse slammed into the warhorse!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the evil spirit general and his men and horses were knocked out of the way.

The front face of the paper horse is concave, but when I look at this scene, I am even more shocked in my heart, how can this paper thing have such a big impact force?

Wu Zhengyang threw the paper knife in his hand to the paper man, and the black-clothed paper man on horseback caught it steadily, and the smiling face of the painted painting showed a happy expression, and the smile was even thicker, as if the child had gotten a very favorite toy.

"Hack it for Lao Tzu!"

Wu Zhengyang ordered, and suddenly pointed at the evil spirit general who was riding up in the distance.

"Order!"

The black-clothed paper man pinched the horse's belly, the paper horse suddenly galloped, and the paper man swung his knife towards the evil spirit general Si to kill, and the fight was quite strong for a while.

With it haunting the evil spirits, we finally have a respite.

But in this short period of fighting, the miasma in the forest has expanded again, and before we know it, all of us have fallen into the encirclement of the white mist miasma!

"Hee-hee-hee..."

"Hahaha..."

The sound of eerie laughter echoed through the woods, and the scalps of those who listened to it tingled.

As the saying goes, the sound that is more terrible than the ghost crying is the ghost laugh, and the ghost laughs even more terrifying, the sound echoes, the harshness is incomparable, and the strange tone is even more frightening and panicked.