Song Yin went out first, and the other two had no choice but to follow.

They don't dare to leave their senior brother too far, if this place is ghostly, they will die if they leave their senior brother.

In the darkness, all they could follow was the wisp of white flame on Senior Brother's finger.

Zhang Feixuan only felt that his body was cold, hugged his body, as if he had entered an ice coffin, his cold teeth were trembling, and he couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, why don't you be brighter?" ”

"Yes, senior brother, I feel so cold." Wang Qizheng also said.

Song Yin looked around and shook his head slightly: "It's not time for the time being, these people... Can't stand my fire. ”

Stand?

Someone around?

The two of them looked around, but in the darkness, they couldn't see anything.

They could only follow Song Yin all the way to the candlelight in front of them, their speed was not slow, and almost when the candlelight stopped, they also followed.

The old man stood at the entrance of the village where he had invited them in, and when he saw the three men coming up, he glared at them: "Didn't you tell you not to come out!" ”

"Uncle, you mortals dare to go alone, how can my generation of cultivators be afraid."

Song Yin stood beside the old man and stared straight into the darkness ahead, "Let me see, what the hell is that." ”

The old man's face fell into calm again, and he said lightly: "I admonished you for the last time, you are dead... Don't blame me. ”

Call!

As soon as the words fell, a yin wind rolled up in the darkness, and the cool air blew several people, blowing the robes of the three people and swaying them.

In the eyes of Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng, in the yin wind, something seemed to appear, wriggling and deforming in the dark, like an amorphous object.

The amorphous object seemed to grow a little shorter, and I don't know what it was doing, and then in front of it, there was a small mountain of things.

The candle flame and white flame slightly illuminated the front, allowing the two to see the appearance of the hill clearly.

It was the old man who took out the old man before, the red jerky that made people very appetizing, and it was piled up in a big ball at this time.

Immediately afterwards, the amorphous object grew taller and froze for a moment, as if it had discovered something.

Call!

In the darkness, the wind was even stronger, and even made a sound, like it was roaring.

At this moment, the old man took a step forward, blocked in front of the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "The thing has been received, you can go!" ”

Call!!

The wind became stronger, and the figure was tense all over it, as if it was about to strike in the next moment.

In the yin wind, Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng only felt that they couldn't breathe, and the coldness of the body began to crawl from the surface of their bodies to their hearts, and they couldn't even make a sound if they wanted to ask for help.

"Hey..."The old man just let out a sigh at this time.

"Demon, dare to do it in front of me!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, and I saw the divine light in Song Yin's eyes, like two beams of light, stirring up white gas with his shout, spreading forward.

After Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were cheering, they felt that their bodies were light, and the cold feeling disappeared.

The white qi seemed to glow, and when it spread from Song Yin's body forward, it illuminated the darkness near the entrance of the village, and also illuminated the appearance of this thing.

That thing, the complexion was almost integrated with the darkness, and there was a little red and purple color, the cloak was scattered, and the body was strong, much taller than Wang Qizheng.

Its clothes were very tattered and mixed with a lot of dirt, as if it had crawled out of a pile of dead people, and its bare toes were like animal claws, but its hands were clean.

The white air is like the wind, blowing its clothes and hair, but no matter how the hair is shaken, it can never see the face, as if the hair is the face.

"It's really a ghost!" Wang Qi was gasping.

"It's still a big ghost that can form a ghost."

Zhang Feixuan swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled a little: "I once met a similar one, it is a well ghost, and it also has a ghost, and its breath is similar to this thing, so it can't be wrong!" ”

"Then why aren't you dead yet?"

"Isn't that far away..."

Zhang Feixuan was entangled and wanted to retreat, but there was darkness behind him, and he felt that something bad could happen if he retreated, but he didn't retreat, this big ghost was too close, and he was afraid of being eaten by this big ghost.

Why is it more difficult than ever to get out of the mountain this time!

Wang Qizheng also thought so, "Senior brother, let's kill it quickly, it's too scary!" ”

Song Yin's eyes were full of light at this time, he glanced at the pile of jerky in disgust, and said to the old man: "Is this what you rely on?" ”

"You're all right..."

The old man was surprised for a moment, thought of something again, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab Song Yin, but when his fingers were about to touch Song Yin's body, he noticed something and stopped there.

"Since it's okay, go back quickly, it won't enter the house, otherwise you won't know how you will die!" The old man said urgently.

Bang!

In response to him, it was Song Yin's fist, I saw him punch suddenly, and the fist directly blasted out a white light, a huge white light like a meteor, quickly slashing through this darkness, dissipating the ghost thing invisibly.

This time, the old man's eyes were full of horror, and he subconsciously looked towards the village.

But soon, the ghost thing gathered again in the dark, and the face with his cloak protruded forward, whistling with the yin wind, but Song Yin stood at the entrance of the village like a door god, not to mention the yin wind blowing into the entrance of the village, and he couldn't even get close.

Song Yin frowned, and threw a punch again, the same white light shot out, and once again wiped out the body of this ghost thing, but in the same way, the ghost thing condensed its body in the dark.

"My power is specialized in overcoming evil demons, I see how long you can last!"

Song Yin snorted coldly and didn't move, just punched out white light one after another, grinding out the ghost thing again and again, and then the ghost thing condensed in the darkness again and again, and the two were grinding at this point.

This seemingly powerful ghost thing can only dissipate again and again like a mayfly that is easy to be crushed to death under Song Yin's fist.

No matter how thick the darkness is, it seems to gradually begin to fade under the constant bombardment of white light, so that others can see a little bit of this darkness clearly.

Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were completely relaxed, this ghost thing really couldn't fight the senior brother.

Merely...

"Senior brother, why don't you use that Great Dao Fire, hasn't he already reached the fifth order, and this Great Dao aura has already undergone a transformation?"

"Who are you asking me to go?" Wang Qizheng rolled his eyes.

The darkness faded, and it seemed to reflect the body of the ghost, only to see that it was blasted away and condensed again, but this time it was not as powerful as before, the body was obviously shrunk, and it also fell down, and its chest was constantly rising and falling, as if it was panting.

Then, he was blasted away by Song Yin's punch and white light.

But no matter what, it can always condense its body, and it does not retreat, nor does it attack, it seems to be waiting for something.

But as it continued to bombard, its figure seemed to become more and more rickety, and the darkness was even more fading, and it was about to turn into the same night as the starry night in the sky.

The old man was trembling all over at this time, and when he saw Song Yin raise his fist again, he suddenly fell to his knees and begged: "Don't fight again, don't fight again!" Immortal, don't fight anymore! ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the ghost and exclaimed, "Son! Just go, don't be so miserable anymore! ”

The ghost seemed to glance at the old man, and then lowered his head and swept towards the position of the jerky, trembling all over, whistling with the yin wind, as if he was unwilling to roar.