If it was a day ago, it would be impossible for Ji Wenming to travel hundreds of miles in one night, at that time, he only had the strength of the acquired realm, and it was okay to deal with ordinary people and beasts, but it was not enough to deal with innate demon beasts.

But now that he has stepped into the innate realm, riding the wind and the moon, he only feels that he is extremely fast, and he can run for dozens of miles in a moment, and even cliffs, dangerous valleys, streams, and swamps cannot stop his leap.

He saw the target, attacked everywhere, and killed more than a dozen ghosts in one night, and the number was hundred.

At first, he still needed to activate the spirit of the Zhenshan Bow to suppress the ghosts, but later, he was so bold that he broke into the battle formation, relying on his own skills to be able to deal with the ghosts and slaughter them one by one.

During this period, there were also a few living mouths, but these ghosts didn't know what ecstasy was instilled by the Nanshan Giant Tiger, and they were so obsessed that even if they died, they would never betray the Nanshan Giant Tiger, and they refused to reveal the whereabouts of the Nanshan Giant Tiger.

This made Ji Wenming a little helpless.

Fortunately, after a series of battles, Ji Wenming has a better understanding of his own strength, and his fist and foot kung fu has also improved significantly.

At dawn, at the darkest moment of the sky, Ji Wenming met the largest group of ghosts.

There were as many as thirty of these ghosts, all of them wearing armor and riding horses, and they were extraordinary, and they turned out to be the guards of a caravan, and they were devoured by the giant tiger of Nanshan and transformed into ghosts.

The Nanshan Giant Tiger has devoured hundreds of people in the past few days, all of them have been transformed into ghosts, but most of them are just ordinary people who have been transformed, and they only know how to act according to orders, and they will be scattered against ordinary demon beasts, and this caravan guard is the most elite team under it, ordinary innate demon beasts, and they can also fight for hundreds of rounds.

Ji Wenming raided dozens of ghosts overnight, and it went smoothly, but he felt that the ghosts' strength was low and vulnerable.

At this moment, seeing this guard ghost troops, regardless of the danger, he stepped on the branch and suddenly came out, waved the Zhenshan bow in his hand, and with a volley, the souls of the two ghosts were scattered.

In the night, the ghost turned into wisps of black energy and was secretly absorbed by the Zhenshan Bow, but no one found out that the Zhenshan Bow was stealing the essence of the ghost.

Finding that someone was attacking, a bearded man with a height of two feet in the group of ghosts shouted, and these ghosts immediately gathered into a dense formation, surrounded him, and approached Xi Wenming.

Ji Wenming activated the Zhenshan Bow, and there was a misty light on the bow body, this thing is the nemesis of the ghost ghost, and every time it is hit, it will be scattered, and it will be unpleasant.

At this moment, he was not afraid, his steps were like flying, he burst into the group of ghosts, drew his divine bow and struck at the leader of the ghosts.

The leader of the ghosts smiled fiercely and said, "I said why there are so many brothers under my command this night, it turned out that you kid was making trouble, and now that you have met me, you don't want to live anymore! Look at your little ghost's fine skin and tender meat, it is just the taste of my king!"

This ghost was obviously burly and extraordinary, and with the big axe in his hand, he actually blocked Xi Wen's Zhenshan bow.

only heard a loud sound of "dang chang", and Ji Wenming was actually knocked away by this ghost for more than three feet.

Ji Wen's life fell to the ground, only to feel that his arm was like thunder, and he was numb.

And all along, these ghosts have not been able to resist the power of the Zhenshan bow, so that he has never opened the bow and shot arrows, but just used the Zhenshan bow as a big knife, and the ghosts disappeared in the chopping, and now this ghost can use weapons to resist the Zhenshan bow, which is really a little unbelievable.

The ghost snorted and laughed: "You little hairy boy, but you can only rely on the magic bow and sharp weapon in your hand to slaughter my brothers, but you don't know that this mountain-splitting axe in my Zhongshan Changwei's hand is also an artifact of the Zhongshan clan, how can you little hairy boy resist it? Boy, come and suffer death quickly!"

"Zhongshan Changwei, I guess the name must be a warrior of the Zhongshan clan, but I didn't expect to become the ghost of the Nanshan Giant Tiger after death?"

Ji Wenming frowned, thinking of the friendship between the old man of the Zhongshan clan who taught him "Wanhua Guiyuan Gong", he couldn't bear to take Zhongshan Changwei's life—even if he had become a ghost.

Therefore, Ji Wenming changed his strategy, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said tentatively: "Zhongshan Changwei, you have become a ghost, like a puppet, and you want to give me to the Nanshan Giant Tiger to be hungry, I don't blame you! It's just that the Nanshan Giant Tiger has always been uncertain, where are you going to send me to give it a belly?"

Zhongshan Changwei didn't think there was a problem with this, and said straightforwardly: "My king is recuperating in Bibo Pond, and after a while, I will take you and send you to add food to the king!"

In his opinion, when the human race heard the prestige of the Nanshan Giant Tiger King, they could only be frightened and run all over the mountain, how could anyone dare to hunt the Nanshan Giant Tiger King?

Even if there is, it must be a master above the Yuan Fetal Realm, and it will never be the little hairy child in front of him who seems to have just entered the congenital.

"It turns out that this goods are hidden in Bibo Pond?" Ji Wenming didn't expect to get the position of the Nanshan Giant Tiger with a little trick, he waved the Zhenshan bow and smiled: "I'm just going to send it back to the west!"

"Presumptuous!" Nakayama Changwei yelled, "If you dare to be disrespectful to the king, I will peel your skin and pump your tendons first!"

After saying that, he wielded a huge wheel-shaped axe and pounced on Ji Wenming.

The mountain-splitting axe in the hand of Zhongshan Changwei is worthy of being a treasure of a clan, with infinite power, and it brings up the cold light of the Dao in the waving, which seems to split the night, split the wind, and chop all the ancient trees and wild grasses around it into powder with three feet of sharp energy.

Ji Wenming relied on the divine bow to resist a few moves, and felt that the bow body trembled, this Zhongshan Changwei realm was actually almost the same as him, and the strength was not up or down, but the weapon occupied too many advantages - after all, the mountain splitting axe is suitable for melee combat, and the Zhenshan bow is only suitable for long-range attacks, and it is inevitable to be restrained in close combat, and with several collisions with the giant axe, small cracks appeared on the bow body.

And Zhongshan Changwei on the opposite side became more and more courageous, and the giant axe in his hand swung like a whirlwind.

Ji Wenming frowned slightly, he didn't want to take Zhongshan Changwei's life, and he didn't want to use the Zhenshan bow to block the opponent's mountain splitting axe, so he suddenly fell behind, so he had to use the terrain and change pace to dodge.

Nakayama Changwei bit the figure of Ji Wenming, and continued to accumulate momentum in the pursuit, gradually turning from a whirlwind to a tornado, the momentum was huge, and it was possible to involve Xi Wenming in his chaotic cloak and axe shadow at any time, twisted into pieces.

Fox Xinyue was blown by the axe wind and could barely stand, so she could only hang tightly on Ji Wenming's neck, and it reminded in a low voice: "Hey, hey, boy, you can't let this stinky ghost accumulate momentum anymore, otherwise it will be even more difficult to resist after a while, you have to play to your strengths, open the distance, and shoot him to death with the Zhenshan bow......"

Ji Wenming was speechless, he didn't want to distance himself, but Zhongshan Changwei's strength was extraordinary, and it was difficult for him to retreat with his whole body.

Fox Xinyue also sensed his hardships, so she said: "If this guy is still a human body, I can definitely put him down easily! It's a pity that he has become a ghost, which is equivalent to a puppet with no senses, it is difficult for me to confuse his mind, at most I can only freeze him for a moment, wait a minute, you have to seize the opportunity!"

Ji Wenming couldn't help but be overjoyed, it was enough to be able to hold Zhongshan Changwei for a while, and he advised: "Okay! Be careful yourself!"

Fox Xinyue raised her head, looked at Zhongshan Changwei, opened her mouth suddenly, and a green light pounced on the face of the ghost leader.

Zhongshan Changwei chased and killed Ji Wenming for a long time, and the axe method was vividly used, only to feel so unhappy, and was about to cut Xi Wenming into eight pieces, but he didn't expect that the fox on this kid's shoulder would also put a hidden weapon, and he was caught off guard, "poof", and was hit on the forehead by the green light, and in the black fog flashing, his divine sense seemed to be affected, and his body was a little trance, put away the attack, and stood in place in a daze.

Ji Wenming took advantage of this opportunity to hurriedly step out of the hundred steps, turned around and raised the Zhenshan bow, pulled the bowstring, condensed the arrows, and shot an arrow in one go.

Although Zhongshan Changwei was affected by Fox Xinyue's ecstasy, dozens of his subordinates were still there, and at this moment they found that the leader was attacked, and they all protected the lord, and harnessed the ghost horse under this crotch to pounce on Ji Wenming like a violent wind, and took advantage of his inability to move, and launched a killing blow.