Lei Luo was now walking in a long corridor, and weak ghosts appeared on the walls around him, pounced on him with teeth and claws.

Although the strength of these ghost creatures is not strong, they are extremely numerous, and they are not afraid of death, and the invisible body of the ghost creatures can be said to be traceless when they sneak out of the wall.

Lei Luo's body was full of aura, and hundreds of blood-colored python heads stretched out above his body.

These blood pythons opened their bloody mouths and bit at the ghosts rushing around, sometimes devouring dozens of them in one bite.

Relying on the cover of these evil qis, he kept a constant speed towards the end of this corridor, although there were many ghosts along the way, but he finally came to this corridor.

"Is this?" said Relo as he walked down the corridor, looking at some of the marks on the wall at the end of the passage.

At a corner at the end of the passage, on the ground lay some severed limbs, which had no traces of blood, only a few broken wounds.

When Relo walked over to the severed arm and took a closer look, he saw that they were all parts of an unknown puppet.

Apparently someone destroyed the puppets not long ago, leaving the corpses behind.

"What kind of material is this?" Upon inspecting the golem's parts in his hand, he discovered that it was an unknown black strange material.

Although this material is hard, it is very lightweight, and I have never heard of this material, which is very strange.

Lei Luo looked around, and found that there were some faint marks on the wall around the corner.

He was no stranger to this kind of trace, it was left by someone with a sword, and it was cut by a heavy sword.

"Unless someone else hides their hole cards, the one who destroys these puppets should be the ink swordsman!"

Lei Luo looked at the puppet on the ground and the shallow sword marks on the wall and analyzed, and then his eyes were full of cold chills, obviously he had a great grudge against this ink swordsman.

Since he knew that the enemy was in front, he did not hesitate, and after identifying a direction, he followed forward.

It may be the reason why the ink swordsman opened the way in front of him, and some of the mechanism puppets and so on encountered along the way were all destroyed, and even if there were no broken mechanisms, they basically couldn't hurt him.

And because of the rush to the road, the ink swordsman basically didn't clean up the traces, so it took almost no effort for Lei Luo to track down.

After skillfully avoiding a secret doorway, he came to another corridor, and at the end of the corridor, the sound of fighting was heard.

Relo didn't hide his form, and just walked towards the end of the hallway.

The sound of the fighting was getting closer and louder, but when it was about to come to an end, the sound stopped abruptly.

This is a side hall that is close to the size of a hundred zhang, and the top of the entire side hall is more than fifty zhang high, and the walls are all some blood-red strange patterns, and the mess can't see what it means.

However, the situation in the main hall surprised him a little, because the ground was full of broken puppets, and the ink swordsman was holding his heavy sword Gu Bao and confronting a pale black-robed man.

He couldn't be more familiar with the ink swordsman, but this black-robed man was indeed the first time Lei Luo saw his appearance, and after a little look, he found something strange.

It turned out that this black-robed man was actually the one they came with together, and the other party was not a human body, but a demon body.

This person does not have a trace of qi and blood all over his body, and the breath of the whole person is exactly the same as that of a ghost.

It is estimated that this person used some hidden means before, so he covered up the ghost aura of his body, and now he is fighting with the ink swordsman, so he naturally has no time to take care of those, exposing his body.

"Which one of the two Taoist friends are singing, and how did they come together and hand it over?" Lei Luo teased with a strange face.

He slowly walked into the hall as he spoke, and then walked to the middle of the two with his hands behind his back, not afraid of the other party at all to attack him together.

This move made both the ink swordsman and the black-robed man look surprised, but the two of them didn't take the first shot against Lei Luo because they were afraid of each other, so they let him go between the two.

"It turned out to be Lei Daoyou, come and help me kill this fang, the other party is the demon and ghost of the Netherworld Island, and we are not the same as the monks, so it is better to kill them as soon as possible!"

As soon as these words came out, the pale face of the black-robed man began to change, with both jealousy, concern, and a hint of resentment.

Lei Luo looked at the layout of the side hall and found that there was no other exit except for the front and back entrances.

However, the entrance in front of it was now closed, and there was a golden formation barrier above the door.

"I see, no wonder the two of them didn't leave here because they couldn't get out, in that case......" he calculated in his mind.

The ink swordsman looked at Lei Luo without moving or saying anything, although his face did not change, but his heart was a little uncertain.

After all, his side is at a loss first, and it is difficult for the other party to cooperate with him.

"But after all, the other party is a ghost, and if he is a human race, he should help me here," the ink swordsman also calculated in his heart.

Lei Luo glanced at the black-robed man, and this time after looking at the other party's aura and physical condition, he moved his gaze to the ink swordsman.

At this time, he did not hide the killing intent in his eyes, as if he was telling the other party that I was going to kill you.

"Lei Daoyou, what do you mean, do you want to help the demon thing deal with me, who is also a human monk?" said the ink swordsman in a far-fetched tone after realizing that the situation was wrong.

Lei Luo didn't have any words, and after sneering on his face, he shot at the ink swordsman, opened his mouth and took the nine-ring sword in his hand, and slashed at the other party.

The black-robed man didn't expect that Lei Luo didn't actually do anything to him, and when the two of them were fighting, he flew towards the only entrance, obviously wanting to anoint the soles of his feet.

But just as he was about to run to the entrance, a white palm struck at him.

After feeling the power of the palm of his hand, he could only choose to retreat and dodge, and this was the only way to avoid this palm.

When he stood still and looked forward, he saw a stunning woman in close-fitting silver armor standing at the only entrance, but this woman made him feel a little strange.

"This is a silver-armored corpse!" the black-robed man exclaimed in surprise when he saw the woman's bottom clearly.

Then his face turned ugly, because he was different from other ghosts, and he had invaded a man's body through a secret technique of possession, which was the body of a soul, but he could not leave this body.

Therefore, he is no different from those monks who have taken away their lives, but his cultivation is more like that of a ghost monk, and by refining his body into a demon, he has the current cultivation strength.

However, this also has a drawback, that is, the physical body is actually his weakness, and now he has encountered a silver-armored corpse comparable to that of a Jindan monk, and this refining corpse is the most difficult type of enemy for him to deal with.

The black-robed man was afraid of the silver-armored corpse in front of him, and when he was hesitating, Lei Luo and the ink swordsman had already exchanged hands, but at this time, it was actually the ink swordsman who had the upper hand.

Lei Luo set up the nine-ring sword and horizontal sword to resist, and a sword in the middle of the ink swordsman slashed, making a "bell" sound of gold and iron clashing.

The heavy sword sent out a shock, and the same concussive force came from the nine-ring knife, making Lei Luo's right hand holding the knife a little numb.

At this moment, the ink swordsman's second sword slashed at him, and Lei Luo could only force the second sword, but just like just now, there was already a concussive force on the nine-ring sword.

After taking this second sword, his hand holding the knife was a little weak, and the nine-ring knife almost came out of his hand.

After the ink swordsman forced Lei Luo back with a sword, he pointed forward with one hand, and several light gray sword qi shot from his fingertips, attacking Lei Luo.

However, it was also a few pale red sword qi that fought back, and with a few "poof" sounds in midair, the sword qi attacks of the two canceled each other out.

However, after the sword qi, a heavy sword turned into a black streamer and directly tied to Lei Luo's chest, this sword was extremely fast, and he could only swing his sword to resist.

Just after the Nine Ring Knife caught the attack of this sword, a concussive force came from the tip of the sword, causing a trace of crack to appear in his Nine Ring Knife, and the entire blade made a soft trembling sound like a mournful roar.

The ink swordsman was not surprised that he was able to suppress Lei Luo, after all, the opponent's strength was not strong, and it was not a good skill to rely on the breath collection technique to enter the Netherworld.

However, when he saw Lu Xiao, there was still some surprise in his eyes, obviously he was still a little afraid of a silver-armored corpse.

"I didn't expect you to be a ghost path cultivator, and you are actually proficient in the art of alchemy of corpses!" the ink swordsman pointed at Lei Luoli and shouted.

This also explains why the other party is so weak, after all, the monk who is proficient in the way of corpses is all on top of the corpse refining that he has worked so hard to cultivate, and fighting with a sword and sword cultivation is not looking for death.

However, the ink swordsman was a little strange, that is, why didn't the other party let the silver-armored corpse deal with him, and deal with the black-robed man himself.

Relying on the invincible physical defense of the Silver Armor Corpse at the same level, even if he had an ancient treasure, he might not be able to deal with it easily.

"Other people's magic weapons really don't work!" Lei Luo grinned after glancing at the Nine Ring Knife in his hand.

Under the surprised gaze of the ink swordsman, Lei Luo pinched and exploded the nine-ring knife that was already full of cracks with one hand, and then clenched his hands into fists and opened a stance.

"What, you actually self-destructed the magic weapon and still have to fight me with your fists!" the ink swordsman looked incredulous.

Although the other party was a ghost monk, he also guessed that the nine-ring knife was not a natal magic weapon, but he didn't expect the other party to fight him with his bare hands, which was not looking for death in the real sense.

Lei Luo didn't give the ink swordsman time to react, and the whole person accelerated and rushed in front of the ink swordsman, and the fist in his hand shouted straight at the opponent's chest.

"Look for death!" The ink swordsman also swung his sword very well, and a black sword flashed and slashed at Lei Luo's chest.

The expected sword halves did not happen, and he felt his middle slash against an extremely hard object, and a sharp pain came from both hands holding the sword.

"You're not a ghost monk!"

The ink swordsman wanted to say something more, but a golden fist had already slammed into his chest.

He only felt that all the qi and blood were hiding in his body, and he was pitiful that he also used seventy-seven eighty-eight when he fought with the black-robed man, so he had no means to resist this move at all.

But before he could fly upside down, one hand grabbed his ancient treasure heavy sword, and pulled it back to hold his body that was about to fly out.

The ink swordsman regretted why he had clenched the heavy sword so tightly, but there was no time to regret it, the fist grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, and finally slammed into his head in his horrified gaze.

Under Lei Luo's punch, the ink swordsman's entire head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the headless corpse fell to the ground after a few twitches, losing its movement.