As the night deepened, the wind made a slight rustling of leaves, and there was silence all around.

At this time, in a clearing in the forest, two figures were facing each other from a distance of seven or eight zhang, and their bodies were reflected by the faint flickering light of their respective magic weapons.

Perhaps it was because of the powerful aura emanating from the two cultivators, and there was no sound of birds, beasts, insects, and pigs coming from nearby.

Here, Wang Fugui was staring nervously at the cloudy sky.

But seeing the next moment, the cloudy sky owl over there frowned, quickly raised a palm and slapped it to his heart, forcing out a mouthful of red essence blood and hanging it in front of him.

Then I saw that the cloudy sky owl put his hands together and quickly pinched the trick, and the seal flew over, and the essence blood gathered into a ball in the blink of an eye, flashing with a strange black light.

However, in just three breaths, the cloudy sky was surrounded by a strong wind, and there were faint sounds of ghosts crying wolves, which were piercing and extremely poignant.

Then, he stopped the seal and quickly took out a palm-sized black jade coffin from the storage bag on his waist. He threw it forward, and the black jade coffin hung in the air, side by side with the blood that had been sacrificed before.

There were some things carved on it, and in the middle was a man with a hideous face, but strangely enough, his tongue stuck out of the old man, and the proportions were more than twice that of an ordinary person.

The tip of its tongue was pinched by a little imp with sharp horns, and it seemed that the tongue was actually stretched raw, and the appearance was really miserable.

It turned out that this carving depicted one of the eighteen layers of purgatory torture, and it was the scene of the first layer of tongue-pulling hell.

Wang Fugui looked at the series of movements of the cloudy sky owl, and his face was obviously much more solemn. When he saw this thing clearly, he couldn't help but scream.

"The rumored eighteen purgatory coffins?!This is only worthy of being held by the core disciples of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect of the West Pole Ghost Domain, although it is only a low-grade black jade coffin, but you are definitely not a member of its sect, how can you hold this thing?"

Wang Fugui's face was pale, and his forehead was sweaty. He couldn't figure out why the Ghost Domain of the West Pole was extremely far away from here, and why the Yin Sky Owl would have this evil treasure of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect of the Ghost Domain.

But at this moment, these questions are no longer important, and how to survive the current life-and-death crisis is what he should worry about now.

And the cloudy sky over there saw that Wang Fugui actually knew this thing, but he was only a little surprised, but he did not answer Wang Fugui's question.

He just laughed weirdly, and with a finger of his right hand, the black glittering essence blood automatically flew out, wrapping the black jade coffin inside.

"Ghost Dao Huangquan, the art of yin feeding, purgatory is open, and the soul is chasing for life!"

The cloudy sky owl began to urge the spell, and the light on the black jade coffin flashed, and an ink-black sealing circle that revealed a trace of evil intent dissipated into the air.

The black jade coffin immediately emitted a strange suction, and in less than three breaths, the mass of essence blood near it was completely absorbed by the black jade coffin, without a trace of residue.

Then, the black jade coffin shook violently in the air, and a low, hoarse roar faintly came from it.

In the next moment, the lid of the coffin flew up, and a gray-black mist tumbled out of the coffin, turning into more than one person tall in a blink of an eye.

As soon as the gray fog appeared, the temperature around it dropped sharply, and it was bitterly cold. It was the height of summer in July, and it was strange that there was an unusually frosty layer on the ground.

And there were also two crimson points of light in the mist, looming in them, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves around them also intensified, penetrating into people's hearts.

He Lingfeng, who was still lying in the distance and couldn't get up, heard this, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his ears, dizziness and brain swelling, and bursts of nausea and boredom also surged up from his viscera, which was very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but hum and chirp, and he couldn't wait to fall asleep again.

And Wang Fugui was only slightly disturbed at the beginning because of his cultivation, and after he ran the exercises to resist, he was no longer affected by the sound of ghosts crying.

Previously, he had to recover empty, and he just thought that he had some qualifications to continue to deal with the cloudy sky owl, but he didn't expect the opponent to sacrifice such a bad move.

Wang Fugui recognized at a glance that this was a ghost path evil art, and he pointed to a swipe in front of the double eye, running the spirit eye secret technique, and found that the existence in the gray mist was a ghost general.

You must know that most of the ghost path techniques are vicious, evil and bloodthirsty, and they are not tolerated by the righteous path in the world. The technique of feeding ghost path evil things like Yin Tian Xiao is based on the secret technique of ghost path, and the flesh and soul of the cultivator are used as blood food, sacrificed to ghosts, and a ghost road contract is reached with it.

In normal times, it is collected in the ghost path and hidden treasure to seal and sleep, and when necessary, the seal is lifted, and the caster's essence blood is used as a guide to awaken it to assist in killing the enemy.

In addition, a large amount of blood food must be offered afterwards, otherwise the restriction of the contract will eat his body, and the caster will become a ghost blood food.

Moreover, the essence blood used in awakening is not ordinary essence blood, but contains a certain amount of Dao Xing, depending on the level of the ghost, the more powerful it is, the higher the cost of Dao Xing.

For example, this one in front of him is a ghost general, whose strength is comparable to that of a Yuanying monk, and it may be difficult to wake him up without three or five years of Taoism as a sacrifice. It's really a trick to kill a thousand enemies and lose 800 yourself.

The cloudy sky owl is willing to sacrifice this trick, it seems that he really wants to compete with his king Fugui and die for the rest of his life.

Wang Fugui's thoughts turned sharply, but he didn't know what to do.

Just a cloudy sky owl makes himself overstretched, plus a ghost general whose combat power is not weaker than his own, even if he has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to escape defeat.

The cold sweat on his forehead became dense, and his heart couldn't help but sink straight down.

After the cloudy sky owl summoned the ghost general, he didn't plan to give Wang Fugui time to think about countermeasures, he gave an order, and the ghost general who was full of ghost aura flew towards Wang Fugui.

The cloudy sky owl knew that he had spent too much time from the sneak attack to the present.

He didn't care about the weakness after sacrificing the essence and blood, he breathed a little, turned his hand and took out a miserable white bone stick magic weapon, hurriedly followed behind the ghost, and quickly approached Wang Fugui.

Seeing that the situation was critical at the moment, Wang Fugui didn't have time to think carefully about the way to break the situation, and in his urgency, he only felt that there was only one way to burn his essence and blood, or he could fight for a glimmer of life.

He quickly turned his head and glanced at He Lingfeng, who was still tormented by the sound of ghosts crying not far away. After only hesitating for a moment, he relented, gritted his teeth, and immediately reversed the mana that had just recovered in his body, and began to cast a secret technique to burn essence and blood.

His complexion instantly turned from white to red, and in the blink of an eye, the aura fluctuations emanating from his body became much stronger, and he felt full of strength in his gestures.

It's just that he knows very well in his heart that this power can't last long, maybe it will be lost after half a pillar of incense. At that point, the side effects of this secret technique will become apparent, and he will become very weak and resigned to his fate.

It's a long story, but it's only happened in a split second.

In the flash of light, the cloudy sky owl and the ghost general both attacked the front. Wang Fugui had already put away the magic weapon of the flying sword and secretly hid it in his sleeve.

He waved his hand and offered a three-foot long sword with a clear yellow and clear footsteps.

The two of them fought together, the magic weapon flew over, and the fists and feet were back and forth, and the intensity was abnormal.

The cloudy sky owl made a move, and he made vicious and vicious moves, taking the key points of Wang Fugui.

The ghost general watched from the side, catching Wang Fugui to resist the attack of the cloudy owl, and from time to time poked out sharp ghost claws from the mist to sneak attack, making Wang Fugui overwhelmed and difficult to guard against, it was really insidious and cunning.

Wang Fugui single-handedly fought against the two Yuan Infant combat forces, although he had burned his essence blood, it was still difficult to parry.

Not long after, Wang Fugui had two black-purple wounds on his thighs and shoulders, and even the blood flowing from them turned black-purple. Both wounds were caused by a sneak attack by the ghost generals.

Wang Fugui endured the pain and fought with the two enemies. He first used the earthy yellow long sword in his right hand to feint against the Yin Tian Owl, and at the moment of the ghost general's sneak attack, he fought hard to resist the risk of a ghost claw, saw the opportunity, and sacrificed the black flying sword hidden in his sleeve.

The flying sword flew out with a black arc of light, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced into the gray-black mist, only to hear the ghost general roar, obviously injured by the flying sword.

However, the ghost claws that the ghost general sneaked up on did not retract, and a two-inch-long hideous wound was cut on Wang Fugui's left arm, and purple-black blood slowly flowed out on it.

Wang Fugui's hand is really an injury for an injury, he is one against two, and it is himself who suffers. But he didn't have a better way, he smiled slightly wryly, and continued to fight through the pain.