The Eight Ghost Daoist chattered and laughed: "It seems that you haven't seen your situation clearly, in that case, we won't talk nonsense with you!" Xue Yutang pointed his finger, the purple thunder in the air was like rain, falling densely and hitting the ground with a horn, the purification of the purple thunder made the black lighter a little, and Xue Yutang took the opportunity to push the second girl out of the range of the black mist.

The Eight Ghost Daoists didn't plan to trap the second girl inside, which was also a lot of pressure on him, and there was a group of Xuanyin Hall disciples guarding outside, and he was not afraid that they would run away.

The second daughter withdrew from the black mist, and was surrounded by a group of Xuanming Hall disciples, the black fog immediately aggravated a few points, Xue Yutang and the Eight Ghost Daoists were no longer visible outside, Xue Yutang stood in the black mist, and suddenly felt that his shoulders sank, and a huge mouth of blood basin ran towards his neck and bit down, Xue Yutang's left index finger was a little, and a purple thunderbolt directly entered the giant mouth like a small snake, and the giant mouth let out a miserable scream and disappeared.

Xue Yutang wanted to find the location of the Eight Ghost Daoists, but after perceiving it for a long time, he didn't find the Eight Ghost Daoists, the dark fog made Xue Yutang see nothing in front of him, and a powerful ghost approached Xue Yutang's back silently, Xue Yutang suddenly felt that his back was cold and abnormal, and a strong sense of crisis made him take two wrong steps forward, and the long ghost claws of the powerful ghost slashed against his clothes, and the stabbing sound cut through his shirt.

Without waiting for Xue Yutang to take a breath, a dry hand claw, like a dead wood branch, grabbed his ankle, Xue Yutang hurriedly sent out a purple thunderbolt, hitting the withered hand, the withered hand disappeared in an instant, and the eight powerful ghosts came and went, making Xue Yutang tired of coping, and there were scars on his body and face.

"Hahaha...... Xue Yutang, this is your burial place today!"

Xue Yutang tried to identify the location of the Eight Ghost Dao people through the sound, but everything was in vain, this voice came from all directions, and it was difficult to distinguish the specific location at all.

"Hahaha...... Xue Yutang, you must want to determine my location through the voice, give up, you are not the only one who uses this method, but unfortunately they are all dead!"

Xue Yutang stood still and did not move, and when the Eight Ghost Daoists spoke, Xue Yutang repelled several attacks from the Eight Powerful Ghosts.

"Eight Ghost Daoists, you've wasted a lot of effort maintaining these eight powerful ghosts, right? I don't think you can last long, right?"

"Chatter....... Chatter....... Xue Yutang, you don't have to test me, it doesn't take much spiritual power to maintain this small Eight Ghost Formation, it's enough to take your life!"

"Is it? Eight Ghost Daoist, if it is really as you said, I can neither find you nor hurt you in this formation, why do you bother to disturb my mind, you just want a quick victory! It seems that you won't be able to last long!"

When the Eight Ghost Daoists heard Xue Yutang say this, they were silent again.

"Why? Let me guess!"

Xue Yutang carefully observed the surroundings, and the Eight Ghost Daoists stopped talking.

"Haha, Eight Ghost Daoist, you are a coward, you eight little ghosts, every time you are injured, it will cost you a lot of spiritual power!"

Xue Yutang was disturbing the Eight Ghost Dao people, while thinking about countermeasures, his current perception range is very limited, his eyes are simply blind, if this continues, I am afraid that before the Eight Ghost Dao people's spiritual power is exhausted, he has been consumed by these eight ghosts!

The Eight Ghost Daoists don't speak, and their own side is also having a hard time, what should I do?

Xue Yutang now regrets a little, he didn't get a magic weapon, relying on the magic he sent out alone, one is not as powerful as the magic weapon, and the other is that his own consumption is too great, when Xue Yutang was anxious, a ghost hand was on his waist, Xue Yutang palmed, grabbed the ghost hand, and the back of his hand touched the waist hard!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xue Yutang's mind, this is not his Seven Emotions Broken Sword, since the collapse of his Dao Heart, this weapon has never been used, Xue Yutang has tried magic and can't move this sword, but now although the dantian has not yet recovered, this broken sword has replaced part of the Dao Heart to some extent, and it may be able to urge the Seven Emotions Broken Sword.

Thinking of this, Xue Yutang pulled out the Seven Feelings Broken Sword from his waist, and the Seven Feelings Broken Sword fell to the ground softly, Xue Yutang tried to mobilize the spiritual power of the Broken Sword with the purple thunder poured into the Seven Feelings Broken Sword, at the beginning, the Seven Feelings Broken Sword was like a sponge that absorbs water, and the spiritual power did not produce any reaction after entering, just when Xue Yutang was about to give up, the golden light of the broken sword in the dantian flashed, and the purple thunder and lightning were quickly absorbed into the golden light, and the two went directly into the Seven Feelings Broken Sword along Xue Yutang's palm, and the Seven Feelings Broken Sword got two kinds of spiritual power, and for a while, it seemed to come to life, emitting a golden purple light, and pieces of golden leaves jumped and flew in the air, quickly cleared out a vacant lot in front of Xue Yutang.

"Heavenly Pole Yin and Yang, the Emperor of the Underworld is above, all the ghosts listen to my orders, forgiveness!" The voice of the Eight Ghost Daoist sounded suddenly, and the eight powerful ghosts who were originally hiding far away instantly emitted a blood-red light in their empty eyes, and they screamed and rushed towards Xue Yutang.

Xue Yutang held the Seven Emotions Broken Sword in his hand, like a god, standing there, the Seven Emotions Broken Sword slashed in the air, and a golden purple light drew an arc of light, hitting the air crackling, these eight powerful ghosts dodged one after another as if they had seen some nemesis, and the anxious Eight Ghost Daoists hid in the dark and shouted frequently: "Hurry up!

But no matter how he shouted, these eight ghosts still only dared to circle around Xue Yutang and did not dare to step forward.

The Eight Ghost Daoist was ruthless, bit his middle finger, and flicked into the air, and the eight powerful ghosts were like seeing some delicious delicacy, and the ghosts were steaming in the air to grab food, and the Eight Ghost Daoists bit the tip of their tongues again, and with a pop, a blood mist was sprayed in the air, and the blood mist was sprinkled in the black mist, and the black mist was suddenly several times richer, and the space that Xue Yutang had just opened up was surrounded again.

After the Eight Ghost Daoists did all this, they suddenly withered a lot, and there was a sneer in their mouths: "Xue Yutang sees that you are not dead this time!" But then he beat his chest again: "This time I lost a lot! I have to find a ghost hand to ask for more money when I go back!"

Xue Yutang felt that this black mist was a lot colder all of a sudden, and it seemed that it was about to freeze people, so he hurriedly urged his spiritual power and waved the Seven Emotions Broken Sword, as if he wanted to cut the black mist again, but no matter how he swung the Seven Emotions Broken Sword, this black fog did not have a trace of dissipation, but made Xue Yutang feel like he was stuck in a swamp, and it became more and more difficult to move.