"Roar!" Suddenly, there was a terrible roar in front of him, Ling Feng was very familiar with this kind of sound, because when the ghost found a living thing, it would let out such a hiss, when Ling Feng heard this sound, his heart was shocked, could it be that a ghost had found himself, but then he thought about it, this voice sounded still some distance away from him, and if he really found himself, he was afraid that he had already led the ghost brigade to rush up at this moment.

"Could it be ......" Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and his footsteps rushed straight over, before the people arrived, the scattered battle fluctuations had already made Ling Feng confirm the thoughts in his heart, and immediately stepped up his pace and rushed forward.

Soon, as far as the eye could see, the place where the battle was taking place could already be seen, but Ling Feng did not rush forward, his figure flickered, hiding behind a rock, his divine sense was scattered, and the range of two thousand meters was enough for Ling Feng to observe the entire battlefield.

I saw that not far away, fifty or sixty ghosts, with a purple miasma in the sky, flew up, and their target was a few human beings, which was also the reason why Ling Feng did not rush forward directly, after all, the Chaos Dao Bead could only hide the aura, not the body, but it was not impossible to use the virtual and real transformation to observe closely, but that was completely redundant and wasted effort.

"Are there any other monks under this abyss? Ling Feng's eyes flickered, and he muttered, he really didn't expect that there would be other human beings here besides himself, and he was because the Six-winged Winged Demon accidentally fell down, so why did they come to such a place, it couldn't be that they had nothing to jump down.

Full of doubts, Ling Feng didn't act rashly, he wasn't a bad person, although he also wanted to come forward and ask for clarification, but when he saw the clothes that those people were wearing, Ling Feng dispelled this thought.

There were a total of eight people who confronted the ghost brigade, five of them were scattered cultivators in various costumes or people from other forces in the outside world, and three of them were wearing the talisman armor of the three major families, and the big characters engraved on the talisman armor were the culprits who made Ling Feng dispel his thoughts.

King!

That's right, those three people are the monks of the Wang family, Ling Feng doesn't have the slightest affection for the monks of the Wang family, even if he helps them out of the siege, they may not necessarily thank themselves, in this case, it is better to let them face this pile of ghosts by themselves, if they survive, then Ling Feng will have his own way, if he doesn't survive, Ling Feng will not have any loss, although he is very puzzled about how they came here, but it is just curiosity, and it has no impact on his goal in the slightest.

As a result, Ling Feng planned to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, watching the cultivation of those few people, the highest one was actually a woman in a blue Dao robe, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Dao realm, holding a thin sword made of water blue like ice crystals in her hand, between the sword shadows dancing, several ghosts were shrouded in cold air, and their souls were frozen in ice, unable to move.

And the other few people, not very noticeable, even a little outrageous, behavior, counterattack, with a full panic color, as if they are untrained disciples of the Transcendent Realm, and the three Wang family monks, because there are only three people left, can not form a rune array at all, at this moment they are all fighting on their own, relying on magic weapons and some occult methods to resist the attack of ghosts, but it has little effect, for some reason, except for the woman, everyone else seems to have lost their souls, panicked, and in a hurry, I am afraid that one body of strength will play two or three percent at most, just eliminate some ghosts, and more ghosts, relying on the advantage of numbers, pounced, and soon, there were casualties.

A man in yellow who had cultivated but was not in the early stage of entering the Dao realm, was caught by a ghost, and he couldn't break free, and soon several more ghosts pounced, accompanied by a burst of biting and miserable screams, the ghosts dispersed, leaving only a dry bone, which made Ling Feng can't help but stare at him, once he is caught by the ghost, his fate will not be much better.

The second deceased was one of the three people of the Wang family, Xiu Wei was second only to the woman in blue among the few people present, but at this moment his performance was really unsatisfactory, more than a dozen ghosts pounced up, but he only subconsciously used the magic weapon to step forward to meet the attack, knocking away a few ghosts, but there were more than a dozen of them pounced on it and gnawed at it, because of the protection of the armor, the monk of the Wang family lived longer than the man in yellow, or he was tortured a little more, and after a period of biting, there was only a corpse in armor left。

The more Ling Feng looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, the strength of this pile of ghosts, Ling Feng had already seen it by sight, compared to the two waves of ghosts he had encountered before, it was not as strong as that, but there were more of them, with the strength of these people, they could completely escape if they couldn't fight, but this one-sided situation completely exceeded Ling Feng's expectations.

"Don't! In addition to the woman in blue, the only remaining monk is also the last of the three people in the Wang family, as for the others, they have all been buried under the bite of the ghost, and he alone, naturally can not escape the doom, the only woman in blue who can exert combat power, is dealing with a large number of ghost attacks at the moment and can not withdraw, and he, just like the previous people, because the protection of the rune armor can not die quickly, after suffering more torture, after experiencing endless pain, he finally died, he was killed by the ghost, and he is still buried in this netherworld canyon, I am afraid that even if he dies, he will wander in this valley forever。

"Damn ......it," the woman in blue scolded secretly, he was the only one among these people whose strength was quite normal, but due to the death of his companions, the ghosts did not die much, and there were still more than forty ghosts left at the moment, which had surrounded her, and she was exhausted at the moment.

"Hah...... Ha ......" A trace of despair welled up on the pretty face of the woman in blue.

That's it...... Is it over? The woman in blue simply gave up resistance, the thin sword fell to the ground, closed her eyes, and completely gave up hope of life, waiting for death to come.

But to her surprise, the bite of the ghost in her imagination did not come, the roar of the ghost still resounded in her ears, but gradually turned from blind hissing to sorrow, the woman in blue opened her eyes, a scene that she can never forget, just presented in front of her eyes, the seven-colored light is so gorgeous, everywhere she passes, the ghost is all turned into white smoke and dissipated, the young man in white standing in the light and shadow, at this moment is as majestic as a god, such a scene, deeply engraved in her mind, can never forget......