Chang Xi raised his arm to set up the Cave Shadow Sword, and hideous lines of evil qi appeared from the neck down, climbing all the way up his cheeks, and the whole person was like a god of war who had walked out of the ancient battlefield, rushing forward with a more ferocious attitude than the purple-skinned ghosts.

The exposed skulls of the purple-skinned demons that seemed to be inhuman trembled rapidly, and a shadow that could not be seen clearly shot out of their hideous mouthparts. Chang Xi's feet were full of footsteps, his body shook several times in a row to dodge the slender shadow that stabbed him, and the cave sword in his hand was extremely dexterous and drew a cross on his chest.

The inky shadow of the sword, deeper than the night, flickered and vanished.

When the slender shadows that were entangled in the space that blocked Chang Xi's space broke one after another, and large strands of stinky black blood gushed out from the fracture, Chang Xi looked at it fixedly, and it turned out that those slender shadows were the tongues of the evil ghosts.

The purple-skinned evil ghost who failed to succeed in the school was even more ferocious under the pain, and the smell of the fishy yellow spring was ups and downs, and he rushed towards Chang Xi with his teeth and claws, and there was no order at all.

The evil qi lines on his neck and cheeks emitted a dark yellow light, swaying and pulling out strange ripples like light wings behind Chang Xi, and he sneered: "It's really vulgar and unbearable Yellow Spring Breath Usage Method, you people who are not human and ghostly are really ruining Yellow Spring Breath!"

Chang Xi's body was covered in the breath of Huangquan and wandered around Zhou Tian's acupoints, and the slightly cold Huangquan breath climbed on the cold sword blade, and he swung out a sword instead of retreating!

The pitch-black blade pierced the air, and the dusk of the setting sun seemed to come to night in an instant, and the purple-skinned demon who rushed in front of him was not qualified to touch the blade with his filthy claws, and the body covered with the minced flesh of his companion fell apart in an instant, and large pieces of corpse as smooth as a mirror fell from mid-air.

Seeing this treacherous and resolute sword meritorious service, Chang Xi, who had temporarily retreated to the second line, raised his eyebrows slightly, daring to love this guy's knack for evil qi and Huangquan qi, it turned out that he had mastered it to a considerable extent.

Chang Xi, who was in control of his body by a personality full of negative emotions, slaughtered in all directions, which was obviously a rare opportunity for him to vent his emotions, and the evil lines on his cheeks were already like substances, and from a distance, Chang Xi seemed to have a pair of light wings behind him, fighting bravely above the ghost tide.

The ghost tide in front of Ning Cuidian was still one after another, and the number of evil ghosts that had accumulated in front of the crumbling azure formation was increasing, and many evil ghosts died tragically at the feet of their companions, trampled into meat by the turbulent ghost tide, and countless carrion and blood stained the originally thin but very clean yellow spring breath on the shore of the colorful lake.

Chang Xi, who was sitting on a chair made up by his divine consciousness in the Mud Pill Palace, suddenly paused, and the slightly illusory and hazy battle situation in front of him suddenly became extremely clear, and the chair under his buttocks disappeared, and Chang Xi realized that he had been kicked out of the Mud Pill Palace by his personality.

Chang Xi's reaction was very strong to block a purple-skinned demon who took the opportunity to get close, and couldn't help but scold: "Damn! What the hell are you doing!"

"Is it necessary to make such a fuss?" The person who was sitting on the chair of the mud pill palace was as weak as mud, and he said weakly: "The breath of the Yellow Spring for dozens of miles around here has been stained by the rotten flesh and blood of these evil ghosts, and it is impossible to absorb and refine, if you don't fight it, who will fight it?"

Chang Xi shook his hand and held the sword flower, picked a purple-skinned demon into a cloud of minced meat, gritted his teeth and said, "You are really a guy who knows how to pit brothers." ”

The slightly bewitching "Chang Xi" arched his hand, "Each other." ”

The defense line of the Repulsion Array, which had not been supported by spiritual power for a long time, was finally broken through by the ghost tide, and ninety percent of the formation horn cards were reduced to nothing in an instant, and Chang Xi, who was dealing with the purple-skinned demons, only had time to take back the few remaining formation horn cards, and he looked at the corner cards that were trampled under the feet of the evil ghosts, and his heart was dripping blood.

Those precious formation horn cards were carefully carved out with red eyes all night long when they were in Tianyun City. For him, it is a precious memory that is difficult to let go, but now he is trampled under the feet of a group of filthy evil ghosts without pity, how can he not be angry?

But Chang Xi knew very well that he was not the opponent of this ghost tide, no matter how much he hated and angered in his heart, there was no way to get back to the field at the moment, only to retreat.

"In the future, I will let these so-called ghost tides completely disappear from the Yellow Spring, and not a single one will be left, I swear here. Chang Xi's eyes were cold, and his voice was like an eternal myriad of ice.

The person who empathized with this also nodded, extremely serious.

Chang Xi, who could no longer stop the ghost tide, burst out with sword steps under his feet, leaving the ghost tide far behind, he had already done his best, and several Jindan Realm demons who had blinded the last bit of mind with the desire to kill followed closely behind Chang Xi.

Chang Xi simply led the demons who were chasing after the ghost tide to the other side of the undulating hills, and on the other side of the hills, the fleeing villagers of Ning Cuidian could be vaguely seen, and Chang Xi saw Xi'er who was running with all his might.

Xi'er seemed to sense something, and the ghost turned her head and saw her brother who was praying in her heart, luring away the evil spirits for them who were fleeing.

She burst into tears in an instant, clutched the warm jade slip on her chest, and continued to run, not daring to look back. She was afraid that if she looked at it again, she would be tempted to follow her brother who always had a warm smile.

"Brother Chang Xi, you must come back!"

......

At the end of the rolling hills, there was a majestic group of heroic troops heading towards the colorful lake.

The battle department of no less than 500 people was extremely large and well-equipped, and the black armor almost completely blended into the night, and there was no other sound in the battle department like a tiger in the mountains, except for the footsteps and the shaking of the armor brought by the rapid advance.

Before the battle, a night jade lion wearing black armor did not touch the ground, leading the battle department forward in the night, and this noble colt of both value and bloodline rode a knight with a majestic appearance.

The armor of this mighty knight is complex and sophisticated, and there is a black and white pendant hanging from his waist, and three lifelike dragons are entrenched on the pendant, which means that this person's identity is the commander of the war department who can lead more than 500 troops in the Lingzuka Mountain region.

Commander of the Battle Department of the Ridge Tomb Mountain, Yeluzin.

Yeruzin's eyes were solemn.

Every few years, when winter turns to spring, there are frequent outbreaks of ghost tides in various places. They received orders from above, and went all the way south, passing through the city without stopping, and at night without stopping, rushing towards the side of the colorful lake.

He vaguely remembered that there was a quiet village on the shore of the colorful lake, and according to the prediction of the advance of the ghost tide from the upper peak, that village might have fallen.

Yelujin gritted his teeth, "Is it still a step slow?"

Ahead, there was a dark whistle wrapped in the dark night and cruising around, turning back, half-kneeling in front of the jade lion in the night, and the psychic foal stopped.

Yeluzin asked in a deep voice, "What is the situation of the ghost tide on the other side of the Colorful Lake?"

"Looking back, the ghost tide has already stepped through the colorful lake, and it is about to make contact with our department. The sentry in light leather armor replied with a fist.

Yelujin suddenly raised his palm and swung it down suddenly, and more than 500 soldiers of the Zhichong Department behind him immediately changed their formation to the ghost tide defense line, like a sharp sword with an unsheathed handle, Sen Ran's long knife and spear were placed on the dark iron shield on his chest, and the defensive posture was completed in a dozen breaths.

Yelujin, who also drew a knife in his hand, asked again: "Is there a chance to escape from Ning Cuidian?"

"Returning to the radical, according to the archives of Gongcao, the local Gongcao of Lingzuka Mountain, there are a total of 283 registered villagers in Ningcuidian, all of whom have survived, and have been led by another group of secret sentinels to retreat to the rear, and there is no major problem. ”

As if he had heard something incredible, Yelujin widened his eyes and asked, "What did you say? All the villagers of Ningcuidian survived? How is this possible?"

The secret whistle who witnessed the real situation on the shore of the colorful lake at that time swallowed his saliva and told truthfully: "I only saw a black robe from Ning Cuidian, met the ghost tide alone, and then used some kind of advanced formation to intercept the attack momentum of the ghost tide, and killed no less than ten purple-skinned evil ghosts who were cultivated in the late stage of the Jindan Realm before and after holding a sword, which bought precious time for the villagers of Ning Cuidian." ”

Yelujin, who had experienced a hundred battles, couldn't believe that someone could fight the ghost tide with his own strength? Even when he was distracted and killed the purple-skinned demon of the Jindan Realm? This is very likely to be a master of the Yuanying Realm, why would he live in seclusion in a small place like Ning Cuidian, far away from the big city?

Before the leader could figure out the joints, the hissing of the surging ghost tide not far away was clearly audible.

"Inform the war troops in the area around the Colorful Lake and ask them to come for reinforcements. ”

"Yes, Radical-sama!"

The dark whistle made a few jumps to the top of the hill and threw something into the air, only to see the bamboo-like thing rush into the sky, bombarding and exploding brilliant red light.

Soon, fireworks rose up hundreds of miles away from them.

Yelujin didn't think much about it, turned over and dismounted, and the long knife in his hand was hazy with a cold blue light.

Under the miserable white moonlight, the ghost tide and the folding department met suddenly.