"Little white face, Ling Er is far away from Kunlun Xu, Qiushui is trapped under the high walls of the imperial city, how can you have a new love...... This radish flower is a bit big, but Poor Dao is very jealous!haha!" Li Bagua turned his head to look at the woman in white in the distance, who was watching them, and then smiled and quipped.

"You're itching! It's not messy enough, this town is full of dangers, and there's a big witch who should be aimed at me!" Luo Yu's face was slightly angry, and he didn't have a good air.

"Wu Clan, Poor Dao fought with him......"

"It's not about relying on (ròu) to do as much as you want......"

Looking at the black-faced fat man rolling up his sleeves, the fat (ròu) trembled, and he was like a dog, Luo Yu didn't have a good airway.

"Isn't that a confession?"

"There's no shame in confessing to it...... Not this time, though!"

The sun sets, the remnant sun is like blood, the colorful clouds fly by, the wind is howling,!

When the monks on the side of the road saw Luo Yu, they got out of the way one after another, and the scolding between the man in the hat and the boy was heard clearly by everyone, and it was clearly ...... Two people in a group.

No matter how fearless and coveted beauty is, what is more important than survival.

Cultivation is to cultivate longevity, who is afraid of a long life, the Taoist is changed (rì) and then found, not so anxious.

There is a sword immortal covering, who dares to provoke casually, the arrogance of the sword immortal, everyone is deeply memorable, and the Confucian scholars of the god realm are all beaten to vomit blood.

Luo Yu lowered his head, his face was indifferent, and he felt a wisp of divine consciousness on (shēn) like a silk thread, and he didn't care.

Walking past the previous fortune-telling stall, the Taoist priest had long since disappeared, and even the table had disappeared.

Looking up, the street in front of him was empty, a pitch-black sedan chair, with a pitch-black curtain floating on all sides, like a coffin, red lanterns hung at the four corners, the sedan chair hung in the void, and the dead air was filled, four black-robed people in front, and a dozen black-robed people in the back were completely covered by black-robes, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Wherever the sedan chair passed, the wind gusted, rolling up dust and fallen leaves, and the streets were closed on both sides, and people were hiding in their houses and afraid to go out.

Li Bagua was full of anger, and when he saw this group of black-robed people, he was about to rush forward, but Luo Yu stretched out his hand to stop him, but he still took out a peachwood sword, took out a stack of talismans from his sleeve, and was on guard.

Luo Yu looked around, the streets were empty, the vendors and the monks of all colors had disappeared, and the alleys were empty.

In the distance, the man in the hat on the willow tree was lying on the thick branches, with his legs crossed, holding a turquoise wine jug, pouring a few sips of wine, leisurely, humming an unknown song in his mouth.

In the distance, a Confucian in a green shirt under a tree, with a folding fan in his hand gently shaken, on the fan is a picture of a mountain dwelling in autumn, in which a thatched hut is full of yellow leaves, and an old man stands under an ancient tree with shēn branches.

Look closely at the fallen leaves in the painting like rain, the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the old man stretched out his hand to pinch a dead leaf, everything is vivid, very magical.

There is also a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting in the corner of the wall, holding a bamboo tube full of bamboo sticks, and a small turtle (shēn) next to him, slowly crawling forward.

Seven long swords appeared after Luo Yu (shēn), and with a humming sound, the long swords merged into one, and a long sword with a white light flashing appeared in his hand, Sword Light Four (shè).

Taking a step forward, Luo Yu's face sank like water, and he said lightly: "The formation is not small, people are not ghosts, ghosts and ghosts, sooner or later I will kill you!"

Quack Quack ......

The pitch-black coffin sedan chair stopped a hundred feet away, and on the left hand side was the dead body in the pit, which was extremely ugly

The hoarse laughter came from the palanquin, as if it came from that hell, and it was creepy.

"Laugh at your mother, the poor road will kill your witch clan sooner or later!" Li Bagua Tiger was stunned and scolded angrily.

There was no sound in the dark coffin sedan chair, and suddenly the sedan chair flew towards the dead body's pit, the dead air was rolling like a dark cloud pressing on the top, and like a fierce beast rushing, the dead body pit was filled with thick dead air.

Wow......

Then there was the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls from the big pit, and dozens of cultivators with different services appeared in the big pit, their faces were pale and their eyes were full of green light, and they were full of life.

"Chase the corpse!"

Luo Yu frowned slightly and looked at the group of zombies, exactly the same as the group of dead monks before, there were the bearded man, the Qinglongwu monk, and the bald monk...... There was just no trace of anger.

"Be careful, this is the secret technique of the Wu clan, capture the dead souls nearby, and gather the dead corpses and soil to form (yīn) soldiers, these (yīn) soldiers are several times stronger than before they were alive, wait until I use the exorcism charm to resist, you take the opportunity to cut down those Wu clans!" Li Gossip's face was solemn, he patted Luo Yu's shoulder in fear, and said in a deep voice.

"These (yīn) soldiers are killed!" Luo Yu said lightly.

"Poor Dao is a master of the Dao, these (yīn) soldiers are not as simple as you think, endless, they can be restored after death, they are more and more fierce every time, and the hatred is monstrous!

As he spoke, the soldiers were already rushing towards the two of them like a tide, their palms were dry, and their blood-colored nails were three inches long, and they were lifeless, grabbing them.

Whoosh!

Li Bagua casually waved out more than a dozen runes, and the runes were golden and magnificent, forming a circle, and the runes flowed, trapping the dozens of (yīn) soldiers in the array, and the golden light curtain was like a wall.

When the soldiers hit the curtain of light, they were pierced by the golden light, and their faces were distorted, their souls were burned by the fire, and the ghosts cried wolves and howled with terrible screams.

The dozens of black-robed people raised their staffs at the same time, and as the lifeless aura in the staff, twelve powerful ghosts with iron chains appeared in the void and instantly surrounded Luo Yu and Li Bagua.

The iron chain in the ghost's hand rattled, and the sparks kept popping out, the green eyes flashed with flames, and the iron chains hit at the same time, hitting Luo Yu.

Luo Yu gritted his teeth, and the spiritual power was injected into the long sword with white light shining in his hand, as more and more spiritual power was infused, the long sword buzzed, and the sword light became more and more abundant, so bright that people did not dare to look directly, Luo Yu turned the power of the sun and the five elements into the power of the sun.

(yīn) Yang Xiang Ke!

In the distance, with Erlang's legs in the distance, he glanced at Luo Yu, nodded, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the storyteller looked indifferent, shaking the folding fan gently.

Luo Yu stepped on the flying immortal technique, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards a powerful ghost, and the powerful ghost hurriedly raised the black shining iron chain to block it, and the other eleven powerful ghosts laughed fiercely, and the iron chain in his hand spun rapidly.

Zheng!

With a crisp sound, the chain was split by Luo Yu's natal flying sword, and then the ghost was also split in two and turned into a ball of dead air.

It's so easy!

Luo Yu's heart trembled, a trace of danger was approaching, and when he turned his head, more than ten iron chains hit Li Bagua, Li Bagua was furious, and hurriedly waved the peach wood sword of the fire light four (shè) to block.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Li Bagua flew out upside down and crashed into the flickering light curtain, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his Taoist robe was tattered.

Those powerful ghosts did not give up, and took advantage of the victory to pursue, (yīn) laughed again and again

The jet-black iron chains, with a constant clattering sound, each chain was extremely spiritual (xìng), like the tentacles of the god of death, flying towards Li Bagua.

Roar!

Li Bagua looked shocked and hurriedly dodged, but these chains were too weird, blocking all the way, Luo Yu shouted, leaving an afterimage of the Dao in place, and then a white rainbow of several zhang cut out like a crescent moon.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

Sparks splashed everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks, a section of iron chains fell to the ground, Luo Yu toe a little, floated up, the long sword in his hand opened and closed, one by one white rainbows slashed out, ghosts crying wolf howls, one after another.

Luo Yu moved the real fire, quickly moving in the void, the long sword opened and closed in his hand, and the firelight lit up one after another, and the terrifying ghosts turned into ashes one by one.

With a flick of his hand, a streamer flew into Li Bagua's mouth, and Luo Yu dragged the long sword in his hand, rushed out of the fierce ghost array, and slashed towards a group of black-robed people.

Seeing that the talisman formation shook for a while, Li Bagua hurriedly put the long sword in front of (xiōng), and there were words in his mouth, and as the firelight flew out, the dozen or so talismans lit up again.

Li Bagua is real fire, with a wave of his hand, a basin of blood-red things, bloody breath came to his nose, he smiled, the peachwood sword was inserted into the blood basin, and with a pick, the blood was sheng, and a blood dragon flew into the talisman array.

A group of (yīn) soldiers looked up at the blood dragon, and were about to grab towards the blood dragon, Li Bagua held the magic sword in his hand, erected it in front of (xiōng), and recited the words "Humanity is slim, and the immortal road is reckless." Ghosts are happy, and they are the door of life. The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is noble. The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murder...... Zhutian (dàng) (dàng), I Dao (rì) prosperous ......".

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the blood-colored dragon exploded in an instant, the blood mist was filled, and the sky rained blood, and the soldiers and ghosts below cried wolf, and the soldiers and ghosts below were pierced by the rain when they touched the blood rain, and slowly turned into a ball of dead air, and there were twisted souls tumbling in the dead air.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in the corner of the wall in the distance helped the crooked Dao crown, glanced at Li Bagua, nodded, and showed appreciation on his face.

Luo Yu rushed into the black-robed crowd, shook the long sword in his hand with white light flashing, the qi sword was vertical and horizontal, and the toes were a little bit, like a streamer, he rushed out, and the sword light turned into ashes wherever it went, and blood (ròu) flew sideways.

Those black-robed people were crushed by the sword light just the moment they raised their staffs, and Luo Yu's speed of sword release was too fast.

Looking back, there was a pool of blood.

A trace of black gas flew towards the coffin sedan chair, and as the black gas in the sedan chair swirled, dozens of black-robed people reappeared, but there were green flames burning in their eyes.

Quack Quack ......

Luo Yu stood in the distance and listened to this ugly laughter, his scalp was numb, he knew that the big witch in the sedan chair had not yet made a move, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Lying on the willow tree and drinking wine, Sui Feng's face suddenly stagnated, put down the wine pot in his hand, and looked towards the coffin sedan chair, only to see a black light like a pillar in the sedan chair, rising to the sky.

The pillar of black light went straight into the sky, the dark clouds rolled in the sky, and endless ghosts flew in the clouds, one by one with teeth and claws, their faces distorted, and they shouted miserably.

A vision appeared in the sky.

A pitch-black cliff, smooth as a mirror, there was a terrible ghost scream from the bottom of the cliff, and there were endless ghosts below, huddled together, flying towards the cliff, trying to climb up, but the rock wall was very smooth.

Every time a ghost touches a cliff, it is like being crushed by a ray of blood, and even so, there are still endless souls coming and going.