Huang Chang had vaguely guessed that he might have exposed himself in front of the Ji family, otherwise they would not suddenly treat his family so favorably. At this time, I was not surprised to hear that this was the case, but I just smiled:

"Master, his old man has a lot of confidence in me...... How about it, old building, which of us will go up first?"

Lou Lao Dao, who was holding the civilian version of the Bronze Coin Sword of the Demon Exorcism, didn't want to talk to the tyrant Huang in the fairy world and rolled his eyes at him, so Huang Chang stopped stimulating him, stepped forward honestly, raised the stick and smashed it towards the coffin.

- No matter how weird you are, I will knock it over with a stick!

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

A stick smashed through it, and it was smashing against the lid of the coffin. Because it was a tentative attack, Huang Chang didn't use too much effort this time. But with the power of his fire dragon stick, even a piece of pig iron on the other side is estimated to be broken.

However, after touching the target, it didn't feel like it was hitting a wooden box, but like it had smashed into an old cowhide, tough and old, and faintly with the power of rebound, and actually bounced Huang Chang's blow away.

Huang Chang was stunned for a moment, and was about to increase his strength to strike again. But he saw that the coffin below had also changed: a large amount of white mist erupted from under the coffin, which was exactly what he had seen in the past two days, the strange white mist with the ability to absorb flesh and blood.

In the past, it didn't appear until the third watch in the middle of the night, and someone triggered it. However, at this moment, perhaps because Huang Chang's "trigger method" was too hot and hot, the sky was not yet completely dark, but the white fog had already poured out in large quantities. Not only from the vicinity of this coffin, but also the entire backyard, as if a fountain had erupted on the ground, countless columns of white mist appeared straight upward.

When the mist was in the air, it quickly condensed, transforming into fog demon ghosts with hideous ghost faces, and they opened their bloody mouths and spat out black gas. At the same time, the wind was miserable all around, and there were bursts of weeping...... The ghosts were hovering in the air, howling, if it weren't for the fact that Huang Chang and Lou Lao Dao both broke out with the unique aura of immortal cultivators, and their realms were not low, if they were just ordinary mortals, they would have swooped down and taken their lives.

But as time passed, there were more and more such spirits in mid-air, and later they literally filled the entire sky. Lou Laodao's face was nervous, holding the copper coin sword tightly in one hand, and pinching it into a spell with the other hand, smearing it on the sword's body, ready to activate the spell at any time. At the same time, he turned his head to Huang Chang and said:

"Xiao Huang, this situation is not right, I feel that the number of demon souls is more than the one I used to do back then. Although I can barely support it now, if it continues like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand it, so I can only withdraw first. ”

- The old man Lou is an old man after all, and at such a critical moment, he doesn't care about face at all, and he will tell the truth about his actual situation, and he will not cause misunderstanding at all. Huang Chang really likes this style, so he also said happily:

"Lao Lou, you just need to pay attention to self-preservation, I can still handle this meeting. ”

——In the face of this overwhelming demon soul formation, Huang Chang was not surprised but happy. What are you most afraid of in "playing a copy"? You can't find any blame! No matter how strong your opponent is, you can still find a way to face it after all. But if it's like the previous two days, you can't find a target to deal with, then it's called depression!

So seeing that the demon fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, and the demon souls were gathering more and more, Huang Chang's heart settled down. The more fanfare the other party has, the more it means that he has found the right target, as long as he destroys these things in one fell swoop, will he be able to solve the trouble of this mysterious ghost house?

- I hope so.

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

By this time, the sky had finally completely darkened, and the demons had become more and more rampant. Finally, as one of the demon spirits let out a huge roar and took the lead in the charge, the other fog demon ghosts also sprinted towards the two of them in the Yellow Building, and their speed was so fast that they had all lost their normal forms and turned into mist again, only drawing white trails in the air.

Several demon spirits rushed the fastest, and appeared on Huang Chang's side in an instant, some of them collided directly, and some of them reunited into human form, waving long claws, and grabbed Huang Chang's body. Their attacks are chaotic, but they are difficult to guard against—they can absorb the flesh and soul of humans if they come into contact with them, regardless of where they come into contact with them.

"Xiao Huang, be careful!"

The old man Lou couldn't help but remind nervously - seeing that the front ones were about to pounce on Huang Chang, the latter was not in a hurry, raised the fire dragon stick in his hand, and pointed diagonally forward...... If there was no one around, Huang Chang might have shouted "Come out! Shenlong!" - but unfortunately in front of Lou Laodao, he was embarrassed to look so childish after all, so he could only mutter silently in his heart.

Then, with a roar of agitation, the entire body of the dragon stick turned crimson, and a huge dragon head poked out of the golden ring of the club's head. As soon as he appeared, he opened his mouth and swallowed a demon soul in one gulp, and then shook his head in disgust.

- This flame spirit itself has no form, but it can also be strengthened by devouring other spirits. Flame spirits from the same origin are the most loved by them. And like this kind of yin ghost and demon spirit, although I don't like it too much, it is acceptable.

After all, as an elf who has been bound to magic weapons for many years, this fire dragon can no longer forage and hunt on its own. And if they can't absorb the new essence for a long time, and can't return to the flame environment to replenish their strength, they will also die and dissipate.

Now I can finally add something, even if I don't like it the most, I have to make do with it - I saw that the fire dragon's face was actually very anthropomorphic and showed a kind of "disgust, but I have to eat" demeanor, and then it flew up and down on Huang Chang's side, just like a python catching swimming fish in the water, and it was like the "Pac-Man" game that Huang Chang had played in his previous life, chasing and devouring those demon spirits one by one.

The old road next to him was still holding a copper coin sword, ready to resist the impact of the demon soul at any time, but at this time, he unconsciously put down his weapon, and only stared at the active appearance of the fire dragon hunting. He had heard his little apprentice talk about it before: This Huang someone released a fire dragon, and instantly burned an innate master alive to ashes. At that time, I only thought it was some kind of clever spell, and I secretly felt that this kind of young man sent out by the gate really didn't know how to converge, and he was so aggressive against all kinds of martial artists, so he didn't have to.

Now I know that the fire dragon was not a spell conjure, but a real, highest-level dragon form flame spirit that this kid carried! No wonder their little apprentice couldn't recognize it—for their casual cultivation, this was a treasure that they couldn't even think of!