Chapter Ninety-Seven: War Ghosts and Gods!

"Are you human beings or ghosts?" Luo Tianyang shouted into the darkness.

There was a burst of clouds and smoke in the air from nowhere, and the entire mountain forest was hidden in a thick mist, but it was not like a fairyland on earth, but more like a smoky yellow spring land.

"Big brother, you're right, someone will really send it to the door!" the cold voice continued to laugh arrogantly.

Luo Tianyang listened carefully, trying to tell his direction.

But he eventually came to the conclusion that it was everywhere.

That person seems to be one with this heaven and earth, with this mountain forest, and with this mist, what a powerful strength this is, and it can resonate with all things in heaven and earth! This is the posture that only a god can have.

Luo Tianyang didn't dare to imagine, he pulled out the sword that sank into the stone, and held it across his chest, ready to block the cold arrow in the shadows at any time.

The dragon's sword hummed to itself, emitting a blinding golden light in the darkness. But this golden light was not enough to illuminate this darkness, but it was as if it was swallowed up by darkness.

Something seemed to pierce the air in the darkness, and it looked like a demon was roaring and lunging at him. Luo Tianyang's face was grim, he spread his divine consciousness realm to the maximum, and only heard countless mournful wails, gathered in all directions.

Out of thin air appeared a pair of withered white hands in the thick mist, trying to clamp his shoulder blades. But Luo Tianyang seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, and he hurriedly jumped, and the white bones scratched into the air, squeaking and rubbing his slender nails in annoyance.

In mid-air, another ghost claw went straight to Luo Tianyang's heart, and Luo Tianyang's body in the air kicked the rock, and then he borrowed his strength and slashed at the ghost claw.

However, when he slashed out with his sword, it was as if he had hit the void air, and the strength of his whole body was lost.

Luo Tianyang hurriedly stabilized his breath, only then did he maintain his balance, climbed a raised rock, and continued to stare around with his horizontal sword, not daring to make any more rash moves.

Although his strength is only an immortal, after so many years of experience, he has also seen many masters, and it is the first time he has seen such a strange and terrifying situation. I didn't see him, I only heard his voice, I didn't see his trace, I only saw his shadow.

A cold sweat broke out on his back, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at Luo Qingshui's location.

Originally, they were vaguely visible, and they had already been washed away by the fog, and there was no trace of anyone again. At first, he could still hear Lin Qing's shouts, but now he couldn't even hear the exclamations.

Luo Tianyang stretched out his fingers, he wanted to try his immortal sword, but it was like a kite with a broken string, and there was no trace.

"Hehehehe, what's the matter, is this just a matter of being caught?" the voice continued to laugh, as if mocking Luo Tianyang's incompetence.

"Who the hell are you! Don't be sneaky, what have you done to my companions!" Luo Tianyang squinted his eyes and looked at the endless sky, as if he wanted to see through the entire sky.

"Of course your companions have already been arrested by me, the little girl smells really good! Why, is she very important to you? That's really sorry!" The slender voice was yin and yang, and from his words, Luo Qingshui seemed to have encountered an accident.

He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have been a hero, and abandoned Luo Qingshui and they rushed out alone. Presumably the current Luo Qingshui must be trembling with fear, he is really stupid!

Regret and self-blame, fear and fear surged into Luo Tianyang's heart at the same time. His hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, and when he faced the Thousand-Handed Buddha, he was not afraid, nor was he when he faced the yellow python.

At this moment, when facing this monster who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost, he trembled with fear.

"Afraid, afraid. Something suddenly occurred to him.

When Luo Song faced the Buddha with a Thousand Faces, he almost fell into a demon, precisely because of fear and anger, which was no different from his heart at this moment. To put it simply, this strange smoke is like a miniature version of the Thousand Faces Buddha emitting a thousand magic sounds.

If it's a thousand demon sounds, then all of this makes sense. The ubiquitous magic sounds, the uncut figures, the illusory and dry bones, and the uncontrollable swords, all make sense.

But what if not? Luo Tianyang hesitated again, after all, all this was just his speculation, if those demon grasps were not phantoms but entities, then he would never recover.

"Die and die. The corners of Luo Tianyang's mouth showed a sneer, anyway, here, he can't resist the sword, it is better to fight to the death, maybe there will be a glimmer of life.

"I don't care if you're a human or a ghost, whatever tricks you have, use them all!" he stood up and shouted into the depths of the darkness, provoking the ghosts hiding in the darkness.

"Hehe, since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill you. The voice muttered for a moment, then finally snorted coldly.

As he finished his last word, the temperature dropped sharply.

A drop of rain slowly fell on Luo Tianyang's face. He held his head high, and although the sky was gray, the moonlight hidden behind the clouds was still bright, and it looked like it was going to rain.

He hesitantly reached out his sword-gripping hand and wiped the raindrops from his face. The moment he raised his hand, he found that the rain was blood-red!

At the same time, a white lotus seemed to bloom from the abyss below him, and it slowly bloomed and slowly rose from the bottom of the valley.

Getting closer and closer, getting paler and paler, Luo Tianyang finally saw clearly, it turned out to be a flower made of white bones! Each petal was composed of countless bone-like arms, and they seemed to tear Luo Tianyang to pieces.

Luo Tianyang looked at it in a deep voice, without the slightest panic, as if he was looking at how beautiful this bone flower was, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Suddenly, he let go of his grip on the rock, and the whole person fell.

He didn't use his true qi, nor did he borrow his strength in the air, allowing his body to fall vertically.

The white bone flowers, he didn't want to care about them, they slowly wrapped themselves, and let them slowly grasp his body.

It is strange to say, the seemingly hideous and terrifying flower, the flower that seemed to be able to devour Luo Tianyang's entire body, actually dissipated in an instant, turned into a white flying eye, and slowly disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, only one sharp claw quietly stretched out from the bottom of the scattered petals, straight to Luo Tianyang's chest.

A smile crossed the corner of Luo Tianyang's mouth, which was originally closed, and that smile seemed to be mocking the stupidity of ghosts.

I don't know when, the sword in Luo Tianyang's hand disappeared, and the dragon sword that exuded golden light was gone!

It's not that it's gone, it's that Luo Tianyang didn't hold the sword when he jumped off the cliff, he stuck the sword in the gap of the mountain rock, and left it there.

"What!" The ghost hand was about to pierce Luo Tianyang's chest, but he didn't expect that there was an amazing sword aura rising from the bottom of his feet, so he had to hurriedly give up Luo Tianyang above his head and turn over to dodge.

"I see you!" Luo Tianyang shouted, his eyes opened suddenly, his body rotated 180 degrees in the air, and he kicked the gray-white figure sideways.

The kick didn't miss, it slammed into a soft object.

"Poof, boom. The white shadow spat out a mouthful of blood.

With the blood from his mouth spitting out, all the white smoke around him disappeared in an instant. Luo Tianyang slowly fell on the grass with the power of this foot.

"Brother Luo!"

"Dead radish head, where are you?" As Luo Tianyang landed, Luo Qingshui and Lin Qing hurriedly stepped forward.

But Luo Tianyang didn't appreciate it. It is true that this is an immortal cultivator who can confuse his mind, and he can't tell whether the person in front of him is real or fake, so he subconsciously got lucky, turned around and slapped it towards Luo Qingshui's chest.

Luo Qingshui didn't dodge at all, and that palm was only a zhang away from her.

The dragon chanting sword in the air hummed, brushed past Luo Tianyang's side, and flew back to Luo Qingshui's waist.

That palm froze in the air, Luo Tianyang finally managed to retract his palm, at this moment he was only a foot away from Luo Qingshui, and that stupid girl didn't know that Luo Tianyang's palm had already hidden a killing intention.

How could the person who recognized the Lord of the Dragon Yin Sword be an illusory shadow? Luo Tianyang breathed a sigh of relief and quietly withdrew his palm.

"Aren't you in heaven, why did you come down?"

"Sister Qingxia said that there is danger in the sky, let us come down and wait for you first. Luo Qingshui didn't care about Luo Tianyang's attack on her just now, but handed out a sword.

It was Luo Tianyang's saber.

"Yes, I always thought there was something weird in the air, so I asked them to come down and wait for you. "A woman's sixth sense is still accurate, otherwise they will definitely fall for that person's spell.

"This is an immortal cultivator who can interfere with people's consciousness, a bit similar to the previous Thousand-Handed Buddha, I almost fell into it and couldn't get out. Luo Tianyang replied, and he silently withdrew the sword from his waist.

"There are immortal cultivators, where is it?" Lin Qing looked around with a probing head.

"Yes, Brother Luo, we haven't seen a single figure since we just stayed until now. Yan Jinyu also chimed in.

"How is it possible, didn't you see the person I shot down from the sky just now?" Luo Tianyang turned around, trying to find the white shadow who had just been kicked by him.

"No, you just appeared out of thin air, brushed the ground, and popped out of the crack in the stone. Luo Qingshui exaggeratedly described that his four fingers were still imitating the appearance of a stone exploding.

Jumping out of the crack in the stone, am I a stone monkey? Luo Tianyang smiled bitterly when he heard this analogy.

However, the person he had just hit was indeed gone, and it stands to reason that he was injured and should not have run too far, but there was not even a little movement within a few miles.

There was only one explanation, and he got out of the wolf's pit and into the tiger's den.

"Be careful, we're still in that immortal cultivator's formation. Luo Tianyang looked around vigilantly and blocked Luo Qingshui behind him.

"What kind of formation?" Luo Qingshui tilted his head and looked around, but there was nothing else but the wind and grass.

"Hahaha, you are a little immortal, you can have such vigilance and stretch out your hand, it's not easy to count!" another voice remembered in the air, but it was completely different from the previous sharp voice.

Under a dead tree in front of them, a black figure slowly appeared.

Not one, but two!