The mass grave is still the same mass grave, but it is darker and darker tonight.

The clouds covered the moon, and the cold wind suddenly rose. In the darkness, the tombs are everywhere, and the ghosts are blazing.

The mist was like a veil, drifting on the hills, as if countless ghosts were wandering, and countless cries, laughter, shouts and scolding, and shouts of killing filled the ears.

Those are the obsessions of countless people, since they have become lonely ghosts, all they have left is boundless resentment and hatred, like a thick night that cannot be dissolved.

Fortunately, the three of them are not ordinary people, and they will not be frightened by this battle at all, although their movements are much more cautious, but their faces are all calm.

Yan Chixia was fearless and resolutely moved forward, his sword shining like a star, like a guiding light, leading the way forward. Liu Yanchang followed, he had the Meteor Sword Protector, and he was also not afraid of these powerful ghosts.

Cui Wan'er held Liu Yanchang's sleeve, looking a little weak, she is also a ghost herself, and she is easily affected by these resentments. Her mind was strong enough, but after all, she was a weak woman, hearing the endless cry, she couldn't help but feel sad, thinking of the past years, and her parents in Ziyang County.

Liu Yanchang felt that the hand holding his sleeve seemed to tremble a little, and when he looked back, he saw Cui Wan'er in a trance, with tears on her cheeks. couldn't help but tremble, and reached out to grab her slender wrist, giving the weak lonely soul a trace of warmth.

Cui Wan'er's small hand was shaken by the big hand, and those painful thoughts seemed to float away with this handshake, and her heart suddenly regained her calm. In my heart, I am more and more sure that the person in front of me is the person I swore to promise for the rest of my life.

"What's wrong?" asked Liu Yanchang softly.

Cui Wan'er smiled with tears, and in an instant, she complained about all kinds of feelings, and blurted out: "Xianggong, there is nothing wrong with the concubine, I just remembered my former family!"

"Xianggong?" Liu Yanchang's body was suddenly shocked like a lightning strike, and he looked at the woman in front of him a little overwhelmed.

"Oh!huh, what do you call me?"

Cui Wan'er's pretty face bloomed with a smile, but her voice was full of shyness: "Wan'er called you Xianggong! You are the best person you have ever met as a concubine, and you can only repay Xianggong with your body." ”

If Liu Yanchang is unhappy, it is absolutely nonsense, he really does not have the luxury of expecting a beautiful woman to say to him one day "with his body". It's just that I can't help but be a little worried in my heart, I don't know how I will make the Three Holy Ladies feel if I take a female ghost to Mount Huashan.

Fortunately, the ghosts on the mass grave did not let this charming and embarrassing atmosphere last long, only to see Yan Chixia holding a sword, rushing left and right, the sword light flickered, and countless frightened and resentful cries came from the darkness.

"Wan'er, be careful yourself, I'm going to help!" Seeing the ghosts coming like a tide, Liu Yanchang didn't dare to be careless, of course, more to get rid of that expectant gaze.

"Got it, Xianggong, Wan'er can protect herself!" Cui Wan'er didn't seem to know his thoughts, and pulled out the locust hairpin on the top of her head, and said generously.

Liu Yanchang couldn't argue at this time, so he could only let her call it so, but Cui Wan'er showed a smile that had succeeded in her plan, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, showing a little self-satisfaction.

For decades, there are not many people who have died in Qingxi Town, and almost all of them who can turn into ghosts have been taken care of by the Ghost King. One can imagine how many ghosts are hidden in this small mass grave.

Under the service of the Ghost King, the ghosts and even skeletons came out of the steamed bun-like tombs one after another. Gritting his teeth, roaring and howling, he swarmed, even if he was slashed by the sword light, he still fought hard and went forward one after another.

Yan Chixia pointed like a sword in the void, the sword swirled in the air, and the sword light flashed through all the ghosts encountered. Those powerful ghosts saw that Yan Chixia was not easy to mess with, so they hurriedly rushed to Liu Yanchang, and the persimmons wanted to pick a soft pinch, it seems that these powerful ghosts also understand this truth.

Seeing all kinds of powerful ghosts in the void stretching out their long claws to grab them, Liu Yanchang didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly pulled out the Meteorite Sword and stabbed it repeatedly. Where the sword light shone, the screaming ghosts and ghosts immediately fell silent, and the ghost claws were cut off to the ground in unison, turning into black smoke and dissipating in an instant.

Those injured ghosts also wanted to conjure up a pair of ghost claws with their ghost energy, but when they looked down, they found that the neat incisions melted like ice and snow. Not to mention the transformation of ghost claws, if it continues like this, in less than a quarter of an hour, their bodies will dissipate like smoke.

At this moment, I remembered the scream, cursed Liu Yanchang viciously, and pounced even more fiercely, hoping that before he completely died, he could bite Liu Yanchang fiercely, which could be regarded as venting the resentment in his heart.

Liu Yanchang turned a deaf ear to the resentful screams around him, and with the swing of the Falling Star Sword, a trace of silver light filled the sword body, shining with a faint brilliance.

Liu Yanchang was immersed in his own battle, when suddenly a real black shadow pounced behind him and swung his sword with his backhand. The speed of the ghost shadow was even better, as fast as the wind, its claws turned into sharp blades, and stabbed straight into the back of Liu Yanchang's heart, and he said with a cruel smile in his mouth: "Just because you want to touch me too?"

Liu Yanchang saw that he was outstanding, and at first he thought he was the king of ghosts, but after listening to the voice, he knew that he was not at all. Although he was slightly disappointed, the speed of the sword in his hand sped up by a few points, and with a sword slash, the black shadow was suddenly split into two pieces by the silver light.

"You're hiding!" the black shadow exclaimed, and he still wanted to control the misty body to merge together, just with the sharpness of the Falling Star Sword and the domineering of "True Dragon Nine Changes". What can it do, within a moment, it will be swallowed by the silver light, and it will immediately turn into green smoke and disappear.

As soon as this powerful ghost was killed, countless ghostly creatures receded like a tide. It was just a breath of work, and the wind was raging on the mass grave, and the black clouds and mist obscured the sky, and soon the whole hill was enveloped.

But seeing that Yan Chixia's face was like iron, she said with a little solemnity: "The ghost has come, be careful!"

"Ghost?" Liu Yanchang only felt that his hair was cold, and it was cold and piercing. But Cui Wan'er has not changed much, as if she still enjoys this environment.

"The ghost is a space suitable for ghosts to live in, just like the dojo of gods and Buddhas, relying on the small space of the big world. The ghosts shine on, the yin energy condenses, and the power and speed of all the ghosts multiply, and only the creatures of the yang world like us will be suppressed. ”

In an instant, the scene changed, and Liu Yanchang felt as if he was in a ghost town. If Liu Qiaoyun came here, she would definitely feel a little familiar, because at that time, Ma Sanpo led her through the yin, and the underworld was such a dilapidated town.

The ghost town was quiet, and he could almost hear his heartbeat, Liu Yanchang looked left and right, but Cui Wan'er and Yan Chixia were gone.

This must be a trick used by the ghost king! Liu Yanchang warned himself not to think too much, but being alone in such an environment could not help but be a little nervous and afraid.

Suddenly, I heard a cold snort behind me, and a huge hand the size of a door panel suddenly grabbed it. Liu Yanchang couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only resist this blow, he just hoped that this ghost hand was just a vain appearance, otherwise he was afraid that he would be pinched into pieces by it.

Liu Yanchang swung his sword and slashed directly into the palm of the ghost's hand, and for a while, sparks flew and he couldn't cut it.

He couldn't help but be stunned, the original ghosts were like mist, illusory, and illusory, but he didn't expect that there were also ones as hard as steel. When Liu Yanchang came back to his senses, this giant hand had already grabbed him, and as long as he used force, he could crush him.

At such a life-and-death juncture, Liu Yanchang didn't have time to complain, he didn't have time to worry, and he didn't have time to regret it. can only desperately stimulate the dragon power in the body, "True Dragon Nine Changes" runs wildly, and a trace of power fills the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and the hundreds of limbs.

In an instant, a layer of fine dragon scales was born around Liu Yanchang's body, and the scale armor was extremely tough. No matter how hard the ghost hand tried, Liu Yanchang could still persevere, but he felt that his breathing was a little sluggish. He can still wield the Meteor Sword, stabbing the blade into the back of the ghost's hand.

As Liu Yanchang's eyes flashed with a strange pale golden light, the Servant Ghost King also had to exclaim: "You are a half-demon!"