Without thinking, the man condensed the black spear again, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, which was a suspicion of what he was doing now, and he did not know why he was so determined to kill the wild ghost who did not have much hatred for him, probably because of its cunning and sinisterness.

More likely to be their own choice.

The person who chose to have a look that did not belong to him appeared in a moment of confusion, and this look followed him into the mountains in the dark night, and said to himself: "Do you really want to kill him? ”

"If I don't kill, I'm really not me. It's my choice. It said coldly.

The man tore and twisted his mouth left and right, and there was a sense of cruelty in his eyes, and he said hoarsely: "Two is yin." ”

The surrounding night became wet, hanging down in the palm of his hand, and the water flowed down the arc, and finally crowded on his left and right, throwing it at the dry wild ghost that returned to the mountain, the black spear rose between his neck, and the compressed cold breath solidified into ice in an instant, Li Shuishan and Kuzhu instantly sensed the cold of winter, and the young man in the blue robe showed a trace of joy at reunion for a long time.

The cold of winter made the dry cicada Dao people in the formation feel a little strange.

He didn't know that Li Shuishan's love for the cold and how quickly he adapted?

Hundreds of ghosts gathered in front of the Black Mountain, their red lantern-like eyes, gloomy devouring each other, enlivening the originally silent Black Mountain, one by one the ghosts who showed their heads to watch, unconsciously showed a sinister smile, they found the breath of people, one is a young man with fine skin and tender flesh, one is a young man frowning and thinking, and a white-haired middle-aged man.

Li Shuishan's face was calm, although he was a plain-faced Taoist robe, he hid an 'old madman' who sat in a formation in his heart, and the resounding name of the dry cicada Taoist had some echoes a long time ago, roaring at the empty valley, and the mountains and rivers outside looked up, and now they didn't dare to see anyone again.

This is not his time either, his peak era has passed.

From generation to generation, lapping the old decay into the beach.

Only a spear flew out.

The dry wild ghost in the Black Mountain, who thought he was relaxed, heard someone call his name—one of the ghost mothers, dry.

It looked at it in amazement, this person's shadow was like a cluster, and the two thick pointed front teeth were white and moving, and two were eye-catching

His eyes drooped, he was dressed in a black robe, and pointed in one direction, "Dry advice, you are going to die?" How did you fall to such a point now, the person who came to the mountain that night would be able to scare you for a long time, what use do you have?"

He scolded angrily: "Stacked ghosts, you are also one of the ghost mothers, you see that I am upright and weak, help me survive the killing and robbery, and I will give you a treasure place for the Daoists of the mortal realm." ”

The figure in the superimposed shadow retracted his eyeballs, pressed them in his eye sockets, and said softly: "Don't say more, make a deal." ”

The stacked ghosts hummed the ancient incantation, the black gas around them became more solemn, the water was muddy, and three or four identical figures walked out, they all showed a trace of evil smiles, as if they were smiling at the approaching black spear, and at the same time raised their hands to point down, and the black gas around them was like water, and was broken by a heavy finger.

The ripples slowly surround you.

The black spear was gloomy, piercing the original water surface, and the waves were like boulders falling into the water.

The ghost gritted his teeth and chanted a spell, and there was an identical figure in a black robe sitting farther away, its expression was very moving, but it lacked the sharpness of killing, at the moment when the boulder fell into the water, its heart jumped, its fingers flicked slightly, its heart jumped again, its fingers bounced higher, and subconsciously turned the moving expression into a lingering picture, it lured others by turning its head, but it was not enough to see through some mysteries.

Black Mountain is an old place where some ghosts are hidden, and this fluctuation disturbs the resting and sleeping old monsters, and so far they do not dare to spread the news that the ghost mother has been hunted down, but they see that people will go crazy and kill ghosts.

The second is yin.

Piercing Wanchuan.

Flying all the way with ice flowers, among the ghosts who walked through the cave, their expressions were dull and cracked.

The spear of the second hand of the human general seems to have a taste of ghosts, killing people is not happy enough, and treating them in the way of others is also treated, but if this truth is a little heavy here, they will only think about their own creatures, where do they understand?

The ghost made a big price, but was warned by the tip of the coming spear, the edge of the attack, straight after the pupil, the wrinkled eyeball black matter, the filament blown in, one extinguished, two extinguished, they were broken and no longer recovered, until some seemed to have given birth to their own wisdom, and fled to the side in horror.

Stacked ghost hiss, I didn't expect to encounter such a tricky one

Question, it only at this time did it see the resolute killing intent hidden in the spear, and after looking at it, it retreated sharply, wanting to put away the words just now, but the words had already been said, how could it be done at will?

The white-haired middle-aged man hugged his chest and was silent, with a sense of understanding in his eyes.

Kuzhu's Yin Void Sword Technique has a way to consider, and there is a trace of secret self-realization, he sat down cross-legged and meditated a little.

The ferocity of the tip of the spear broke through the sky, and it was brazenly called killing.

Li Shuishan didn't say much, but he recalled because of the second trick he performed.

The Dry Cicada Daoist has also seen similar techniques, but at that time, there was blood in the spear, and the cold moon floated in the exotic blood path of the volley, and the half bowl of moon in the water intoxicated the homecoming feelings of many people, but the souls of the dead have become wandering ghosts, and there is nothing to do with a Taoist who shakes the bell and rides on a broken donkey.

Wilderness.

No one is watching.

Only a few people remember, because the dead are greater.

Survivors, difficult.

For the Dry Cicada Daoist, it was a kind of emotion, and in the formation, he muttered, "Is he him? He knows I'm still alive?"

The second is yin, killing three superimposed shadow figures, and the miserable sound has not been cut off, until the black-robed man sitting cross-legged and pointed down at the air, the ghost qi on his body dried up, condensed under the fingertips, and some ghost crying sounds in the air sucked away the remaining weak ghost bodies, turning into the power to block the black spear.

The ghost said, "Not enough. ”

It pointed at the fleeing ghost in the distance, "You have committed a great sin by escaping." ”

The figure with a hint of self-consciousness was sucked back, and among the old figures in the mountains, there were a few frowning and dissatisfied, but in the face of the great enemy, in the face of those who wanted to kill the Black Mountain, they had to be stopped.

It's their home, and they don't want to lose it.

"Wake up. Several old figures recited ancient incantations one after another, gathering strength to send the sound of ghost crying, they frowned and shouted at the people in the distance: "Eat inside and outside, do you know the importance of this mountain, if you are dissatisfied, you can go to find the ghost saint, kill my ghost, you look for death." ”

The person will watch the Yin Spear being swallowed into the sound of the ghost crying, continue to attack the first direction, and inhale the surrounding aura again with his backhand, together with the black gas turned into water droplets, condensed in the palm of his hand, and glared at the distance, "You can catch my second spear, can you catch my third spear?"