The real is the virtual, and the virtual is the real...... Compared with Long Zijing, who was fighting in the mystery, Murong Jiu had to choose to retreat, not because he was afraid of Long Zijing's unpredictable strength, but because his physical injuries had not healed, and when the five ghosts in Beihai were chasing and killing, he was unwilling to collide with her, otherwise the final outcome would be very tragic!

Sweeping at low altitude and high speed, Murong Jiu Shi showed a leisurely step, walking straight like a ghost under the stars and moon...... Long Zijing, the mysterious woman in purple, always gave him a sense of crisis, whether it was her ghost-like body or her ambitious thoughts, Murong Jiu felt a kind of depression that blocked his heart; he had a feeling that Long Zijing's origin and growth would never be simple, she was definitely not inferior to her brother, the young master of the Long family; in addition, Long Zijing's appearance and confident expression also made him have a familiar feeling, she was very similar to the Japanese chick he had met in the later generations - Momiji.

After running in the ancient forest for half an hour, Murong Jiu couldn't help but guess that he could get rid of Long Zijing's tracking with the speed of a leisurely step, but the ten faint green eyes that appeared a few hundred meters in front of him showed that he had fallen into the encirclement and interception of the five ghosts in the Beihai Sea, and the air was already filled with a tragic ghost aura, and the five hideous ghosts showed the cruelty of the fierce ghosts.

Five powerful ghosts turned into miserable green ghost fires, and they launched an attack on Murong Jiu with a cold ghost wind...... In an instant, Murong Jiu's body was scratched by the ghost claws, disturbing his mind, and he was in an absolute disadvantage.

The blood wings stretched out, and Murong Jiu danced the black wooden stick, a demonic weapon. But it is still impossible to escape defeat. The strength of each of the five ghosts in Beihai is not weaker than Murong Jiu, plus he is playing the five ghosts in front, and the five ghosts who are brutal by nature hold a grudge, their attacks are even more tricky and ruthless.

Murong Jiu did encounter a crisis of life, and the five ghost fires released a violent death ghost qi in the beating, and the ghost qi invaded the body. He felt his limbs grow heavier and stiffer. His skin was already covered with a layer of gray gas, and the amount of force in his muscles was passing quickly.

Even, on the scratched wound of his body, the cold ghost qi of the Dao Dao burrowed into the muscles and bones in it. It gave him an increasingly obvious sense of powerlessness. Even if he used the Phantom Clone Technique. After all, we can't get rid of the defeat of dying out at any time.

The ghost-like purple figure finally came late, Long Zijing's body writhed, and she dived into the cold storm. Her palms waved again and again, gently slapping on the five cold ghost fires. The ghost fire stopped beating between the light and the extinguishment, and the powerful ghost form of the five ghosts of the Beihai Sea appeared, temporarily alleviating the danger of Murong Jiu being invaded by the ghost qi and being annihilated.

"Murong Jiu, can you appreciate it this time?" Long Zijing stood beside Murong Jiu, her face once again showing that conceited look, and she spoke.

Attacked by the five ghosts of the Beihai Sea, Murong Jiu's hard-working accumulation of life essence was exhausted, although the wound was scabbed, but the surface of his body was full of dead ash, his face, long hair, hands, and eyes all emitted an aura of death that was difficult to hide, maybe in the next moment, it was not impossible for him to die of anger.

"Naturally, but it's still early. ”

The feeling of weak slumber once again invaded the spirit, Murong Jiu took a deep breath, he knew that if he couldn't repel the five ghosts of the Beihai Sea, he would find a place to recuperate as soon as possible, but he was afraid that he would really die. In such a crisis, he had no choice but to compromise with Long Zijing...... Relying on his firm persistence, his body suddenly split into three, and the three pairs of eyes shone with scorching light.

Turning his head to look at Murong Jiu, Long Zijing clearly felt a thick dead air, and Murong Jiu with three bodies was nothing more than the end of the strong crossbow...... Eyes turned to the five ghosts of the Beihai on the opposite side, the reason why Long Zijing helped Murong Jiu was to bring him under her own power, she naturally couldn't watch him weaken to death, and the key to this matter was to repel the five powerful ghosts as soon as possible.

The situation was extremely grim, and a tragic battle was about to begin, but the five ghosts of the North Sea let out a ghost cry at the same time, and the five ghost shadows moved quickly along a certain trajectory, and wave after wave of heavy pressure swept towards Murong Jiu and Long Zijing in the center of the battle group like a rolling wave.

"Five Ghost Lock Yuan!"

Finished!

Murong Jiu fantasized that the five powerful ghosts were shattered by the luck of being frightened and fleeing without a fight!

The five ghosts launched a joint blow that wiped out Murong Jiu's two phantoms, and his body also felt that he was in a frozen space, the air around his body had been completely emptied, and his body was suppressed to death, unable to even make the most basic blink movements.

And Long Zijing also felt that she was in the mire, her body was difficult to move, her limbs were difficult to move, and she couldn't breathe.

The Five Ghost Lock Yuan is the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that blocks the space of one side, so that the air is condensed and the space is solidified!

The lack of nourishment from the air flow directly accelerated the death of Murong Jiu's body, and his body quickly withered in this solidified space, although he was unwilling, he could not do anything about it...... The aura of death quietly covered his entire cheek, his heart slowly stopped beating, the brilliance in his wide open eyes was rapidly dissipating, his mental thinking was no longer able to concentrate, and his consciousness gradually drifted and blurred.

Faces appeared and disillusioned in his heart......

A piece of the past flashed past sporadic fragments......

Am I going to die......

Thundered...... A violent roar came from afar, and the earth and mountains shook incessantly. A purple-blue centipede, a hundred feet long, savagely rushed from a distance, the ancient trees and rocks along the way were smashed alive, it burrowed into the solidified space, quickly turned around, and several huge and powerful centipede feet landed and kicked the five ghosts of the North Sea into the air - the solidified space was completely blasted, and the airflow was restored to unimpeded.

"The first insect in the spirit world - purple green centipede?!"

Compared with the five ghosts of the North Sea who were kicked away, Long Zijing's surprise was not weaker than them, according to legend, the purple green centipede was born in the barbarian era, its fierce reputation has long been spread, even the dragon and tiger beast is not capable of pressing it, it is the well-known first insect in the spirit world.

"Noise!"

The purple green centipede let out a muffled sound of dissatisfaction, its majestic head swayed, and a tentacle immediately struck Long Zijing's body, blasting her away a hundred feet away, and her body was no longer silent after breaking a big tree, life and death were unpredictable.

A tentacle whipped Long Zijing, the purple green centipede was not very complacent, it glanced at Murong Jiu, who was almost dead, and spit out a "waste" in a muffled voice, and then it stared at the five ghosts of the Beihai Sea in the distance with that pair of bright eyes, and said in the same muffled voice: "Little ghost, you are dead." ”

"Senior, I don't know where we offended you, please make it clear, we will correct it. "Encountering the fierce demon beast of the purple green centipede, the five ghosts of the North Sea suddenly transformed into docile little sheep, their expressions were respectful and humble, and they did not dare to have the slightest disrespect, and of course they did not dare to escape.

The purple green centipede rolled its eyelids, it was too lazy to take care of the five ghosts of the North Sea, curled up with a hundred legs, it lay on the ground, its bright eyes stared at the body of Murong Jiu who was about to wither, it lazily shouted: "Old man, I saved this kid for you, if you don't come out again, if he dies, you can't blame me." ”

"Little centipede, don't tease you, he died right under your nose, I don't blame you for the toad?" In the depths of the night under the stars and moon, an old man in tattered clothes walked up, his feet on the tips of the grass, his steps were sturdy, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. The purple centipede's head was tilted, like a stubborn old man.

The old man glanced at the purple green centipede, he smiled slightly and ignored it, he walked up to Murong Jiu, and said as if talking to himself: "Boy, you said that you are going to have a bloody disaster, you still don't believe it, this little life is about to be lost, fortunately, my old man has foresight." ”

There is no doubt that this old man is the mysterious fortune teller in Cangzhou City, just as Murong Jiu guessed, he may be the immortal man in the game world.

The solidified space of the Five Ghost Suo Yuan was broken, Murong Jiu's body fell to the ground like an inverted jade pillar, at this time, there was no trace of life essence in his body, his heart gradually stopped beating in weakness, and his long gray-white hair completely turned dead gray, but there was still some residual brilliance in his wide eyes, but the vitality was no more, and the silence had become an indisputable fact for him!

Sighing softly, the mysterious fortune teller had lost too much life essence to Murong Jiu's body, and he was powerless, but he did not give up saving Murong Jiu, in his cognition, since Murong Jiu could not be a living person, he should be a living dead.

The fortune teller no longer hesitated, he flicked his tattered sleeves, and suddenly a violent wind roared and rolled upside down towards the five ghosts of the North Sea in the distance.

Since the appearance of the purple green centipede, the five ghosts of the North Sea have been in a huge shock, they had no idea that the first insect in the spirit world would rescue the monk they were hunting and killing, and the appearance of the mysterious old man made them understand that Murong Jiu's identity was unusual, but even if they knew that they had caused trouble, they did not dare to make any gesture of escape, and begged for forgiveness in vain.

However, the mysterious old man easily threw out his sleeves, but he sentenced the five ghosts to death, in the middle of the inverted wind that flew sand and stones, they clearly felt a force of heaven and earth pressing in it, so that they could not have the idea of resisting, their ghost bodies could not move at all as if they were crushed by the mountains, and their eyes shot the color of fear. (To be continued......)