Feeling the many ghosts gathered in the underworld through the altar, Shi Jian, who was possessed by the corpse puppet, involuntarily grinned, pulled his stiff facial muscles and smiled.

The Hyakki Night Walk is ready.

Originally, I was going to use the hundred ghosts to send the funeral to Lin Jiu's territory, Renjiazhen and Yizhuang.

Who wants you to crash into yourself.

Guilty boy, don't count your fate!

"Yin and evil converge, heaven and earth are dark, and the underworld is open. ”

With a hoarse roar, the altar in front of Shi Jian was completely shattered.

The vast yin qi and ghost qi like the sea broke through the shackles between heaven and earth, and a terrifying black hole with a square foot square appeared in the place where the altar was originally located.

Wang Yu, who was wielding his sword and cutting off the head of the last iron-armored corpse, saw the scene in front of him, so he didn't know what the ultimate means of the person who possessed the corpse puppet was!

Putting away the sword and returning it to its sheath, Wang Yu looked at the corpse puppet standing in the black hole with a mocking face.

Although he couldn't hear the last words of the ghost general because of his preoccupation just now.

But at this moment, he already had a rough guess about the identity of the person who possessed the corpse in front of him: "Collude with the Yin Cao and release the ghosts privately! It's really sad to have a bold scum like you in the Maoshan lineage!"

A group of ghosts breaking away from the shackles of the underworld will inevitably bring disaster to the world, so you are not afraid that the underworld will be angry and will connect the entire Maoshan Mountain?"

Seeing that the black hole that connects the underworld has been formed, it cannot be destroyed until dawn and without the help of the sun.

Shi Jian turned to look at Wang Yu, who was spotless on his body: "There is only a group of iron-armored corpses here with your breath."

Even if the underworld wants to find someone to settle accounts, it will only look for you and those who have a relationship with you.

What does the life or death of you and the people around you have to do with the old man?

The night walk of the hundred ghosts is about to begin, the boy who came to commit the crime, are you ready to be torn apart by the hundred ghosts?"

Looking at the corpse puppet in front of him, and the black hole where ghosts and ghosts constantly appeared behind the corpse puppet, Wang Yu was greedy in his eyes although his face was serious.

The face is serious because this open black hole is connected to the underworld.

Although his combat power is stronger than the mage realm, the mana in his body is always limited.

And there are so many ghosts in the underworld.

If he is not careful, he may also be killed by the sea of ghosts.

As for the greed in the eye, it is because he thought that his harvest for today was coming to an end.

Unexpectedly, the guy in front of him who was suspected of being a descendant of Maoshan gave him another surprise.

Today, he killed dozens of iron-armored corpses, although he gained a lot of Yin Virtue.

But Wang Yu made a preliminary estimate that these yin virtues could only barely allow him to push one of the three supernatural powers, Tianyan, Tianer, and Tianzu to Dacheng.

Originally, Wang Yu was already satisfied with such a harvest.

Before and after, the yin virtue he gained was about to catch up with that trip to Tengteng Town.

However, the ghosts that were gradually huddled behind the corpse puppet were telling him.

No, you shouldn't be satisfied, the responsibility of slaying demons and saving all people from fire and water is still waiting for you.

Regarding the vaguely revealed meaning of the ghosts, Wang Yu deeply agreed.

After all, they are all good ghosts who can provide him with yin virtue!

Willing to use one's soul to fulfill oneself, this spirit, this courage to sacrifice oneself.

It is worth learning and encouraging.

Moved, Wang Yu buckled the Tianzhu Qingqi sword on the buckle around his waist.

Later, if things are not in harmony and his mana fails, he will have to rely on this sword to fight his way out of the encirclement.

You can't just pretend to be forced to the ground and just plug it in.

After buckling the Tianzhu Qing Sword, Wang Yu began to call thunder and lightning without blinking his eyes.

A blazing thunder net that shrouded a radius of ten zhang took shape in an instant, rushing towards the ghosts huddled together.

Wang Yu, who had the heart to thank the person who possessed the corpse, also mixed a Nine Xuan Thunder in the blazing thunder net, specially used to surprise it.

Wang Yu's speed of instantaneous blazing thunder was so fast, and by the time Shi Jian in the corpse puppet and the ghosts behind him reacted, the blazing thunder net had already wiped them out.

Looking at the blue-white lightning dragon that came specifically at him, Shi Jian's heart was filled with anger.

The ghost king who was sacrificed by himself was right, the kid standing not far away really had the possibility of threatening his name as the Thunderbolt King.

The existence of this possibility made Shi Jian, who was used to domineering, feel like a snake biting his heart.

"How is that possible?"

With anger and unwillingness, Shi Jian's possessed corpse puppet was swallowed by the lightning dragon.

The indestructible electric slurry instantly churned the corpse's upper body into powder.

Although this corpse puppet has been refined by Shi Jian for a long time, it is only an iron-armored corpse after all.

When Wang Yu first formed the Nine Xuanlei that day, he once led a thunderbolt into thirteen paths and killed thirteen black zombies.

At this time, a Nine Xuan Thunder only split a special iron-armored corpse, how could he miss.

Shi Jian, who is possessed by the corpse puppet, is afraid that he will have a soaring resentment until he dies.

The script shouldn't be like this, obviously he has already arranged everything?

Why did things become the way they are?

Jiuxuan Thunder was the fastest, after slashing Shi Jian.

The thunder that overflowed around also took away a large number of ghosts in an instant.

Seeing the same kind of people around him die without resistance like this, the ghosts and ghosts who were originally going to kill and eat in the Yang World immediately took it to heart.

I could have made them turn around and rush to the road, but they knew that they were afraid, and those ghosts who were still in the underworld didn't know!

Under the opposition of the two, they immediately made a mess at the mouth of the small black hole.

Before they could scold loudly, the blazing thunder net attracted by Wang Yu began to persuade them.

Don't be in a hurry, don't panic, don't walk around at will, come, come, come, eat me a thunderbolt first.

The mouth of the ghost-infested black hole was instantly emptied under the blazing thunder net.

Looking at the mouth of the black hole filled with green smoke, Wang Yu seemed to hear the sound of Yin De falling into the bag.

Ding, ten traces of yin virtue to the account.

Ding, eight traces of yin virtue to the account.

Bite............

............

Wang Yu, who felt that he might have a wave of fat today, immediately stepped forward after the black hole mouth that connected the Yin Cao Difu was emptied, and one person and one sword blocked in front of the black hole mouth.

The ghosts, who were in a state of panic in the passage of the black hole, looked at the humans who suddenly appeared in front of them, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

What's going on out there, and why is there a bloody head of food coming to us?

Just when the demons crowded into sardines in the passage suspected that the ghosts were alive.

More than 300 miles away from here, the provincial capital of Zhejiang Province, meditating peacefully in his temporary dojo, Shi Jian opened his eyes fiercely: "Who is it, who is it." Dare to extinguish my divided thoughts.

I will tear it into pieces, and I will boil the soul of that man and light it so that it will never be reborn. ”

An angry roar resounded throughout the makeshift dojo.

Hearing his own father roaring, Shi Shaojian, who was hugging Sister Yao in the wing room and trying to create a person, suddenly withered.

Dear Daddy.

If it weren't for his father, Shi Shaojian would have the heart to kill.

Shi Shaojian, who knew that his father would rush to the thunder fist with lightning when he was angry, had no intention of going out to persuade at all.