Seeing that the Yin Collection behind him was suddenly gone, Fang Yan's hairs stood on end all over his body, and he immediately reacted, either he had fallen for the ghost's move, or he had retreated in the wrong direction.

However, the recent ghosts are far away from him, does that thing have such a great ability, and it is unlikely that he will retreat in the wrong direction, because even if he retreats too far, he will not even be able to see the Yin Extraction Collection, right?

Unable to understand for a moment, Fang Yan Suo stopped, held the Fu Demon Stick in his right hand and squinted at the white shadow that was floating over.

At this time, the four fields are dark, but it is not the kind of black that you can't see your fingers, and you can vaguely see the outline of the mountain in the distance, and the night wind that makes people feel cold all over the body blows from time to time, which is really indescribably scary. Coupled with the fact that there was a white shadow fluttering in the distance, this was undoubtedly the most testing moment of dialect courage in history.

Then Fang Yan saw that the white shadow in the distance seemed to stop, but he still couldn't see the white shadow clearly.

Fang Yan is very scared now, but he has a faint excitement, ghosts are indeed very mysterious and terrifying, but how many people in this world can really bump into ghosts? He has been very curious about ghosts for a long time, and at this time, being able to get in close contact with ghosts is also a big wish for him!

"Come here, come here! Lao Tzu is also a middle-level true immortal, can he still be afraid that you will be a lonely ghost and a ghost?

Fang Yan muttered in uneasiness and excitement, and even decided that if the white shadow didn't come again, he would take the initiative to meet it.

Then he saw a scene that made his heart rise again, and two more white shadows floated behind the white shadow, and the three of them were slightly scattered, and then surrounded him!

"Three hits and one ......"

Although I don't know what the strength of the ghost is, it is really unreliable to use one enemy and three dialects, and I wonder if it is the best strategy to go again...... He turned his head to look to the side to see if there was a better escape route, and then he let out a "uh" and froze.

At this time, there were all such white shadows on both sides of him! There were three or four on each side!

Turn around and go backwards!

There are still and as many as five!!

It was surrounded!

At that moment, Fang Yan only felt that his scalp exploded, and at the same time, a wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he actually caught the path of these ghosts like this, they must have already begun to calculate him!

Looking up, there were finally no ghosts there, but he didn't think it would be safe to fly into the air, but felt that it was more dangerous than the ground. It's just a gut feeling, but it's not bad!

Completely surrounded!

The anger in Fang Yan's heart became more and more intense, and finally reached the peak in a certain moment, and he raised his neck and roared: "Save people......"

The voice of the dialect drifted through the silent night sky, and it must have been far away, but no one answered him. On the contrary, as if sensing his fear, the ghosts actually laughed, and more than a dozen ghosts laughed at the same time!

The next moment, Fang Yan turned around again to face the three white shadows at the beginning, and rushed over with a wand!

At the same moment, the white shadows in all directions all let out a fierce howl, speeding up the dialect and rushing away!

The dialect and the three white shadows in front of him were getting closer and closer, and finally they could vaguely see their outlines, they were definitely three floating figures!

When the two sides were still ten zhang, Fang Yan kicked the ground with his left foot, raised his right arm high, and threw the demon stick forward with all his strength!

The demon stick directly turned into a thin golden light through the darkness, and almost instantly arrived in front of the ghost in the middle of the front, the ghost was still waiting to be stopped, and the ordinary size of the demon stick suddenly became the thickness of a bucket, like a pillar made of pure gold, and hit the ghost like a pillar made of pure gold!

A miserable ghost roar came, and the Fu Demon Stick flew over with a "whew", but the white shadow dissipated directly in front of the Fu Demon Stick!

Fang Yan couldn't help but perk up, and as soon as the Dao Force drew the magic stick in the distance, it became smaller again, and at the same time, it spun rapidly, turning into a golden roulette wheel and sweeping towards the ghost on the left!

Then an astonishing scene appeared, only to hear a "click" sound, the golden roulette wheel quickly reverted to a stick shape, and it was just caught by the ghost!

Fang Yan didn't know if the ghost really had the ability or if he encountered it by mistake, and the Dao force urged violently, and the demon stick became bigger again, and the ghost's claws were broken at once, and it turned half a circle in the air, and the tail of the stick smashed directly from the back of the ghost, and the ghost was directly slapped on the ground with a "boom".

At this time, the ghosts in other directions were already very close to Fang Yan, and he raised his foot and rushed towards the only ghost in front of him, and flew back with a wave of the magic stick, which he held in his hand with a "snap".

His idea was to open a gap first, and then walk as he fought, saying that he could not be surrounded by those ghosts.

Soon it was only three feet away from the ghost in front of him, and at this time, Fang Yan finally saw the appearance of the ghost clearly!

It was a middle-aged man with thin skin and bones, and his head to toe and clothes were all translucent gray-white mist, because the concentration and color of the gray-white mist were not the same, so that the dialect could see his appearance clearly.

The ghost's eyes were hollow, and there was only a fierce aura left on his face!

"Ahh

The ghost of the middle-aged man pounced directly, and Fang Yan jumped up without thinking about it, holding the tail of the Fu Demon stick with both hands, and smashed it with a stick!

The ghost also seemed to know that the demon stick was very dangerous, and he stretched out his hand to block it, but at this time, the strength of Fang Yan's whole body was on the magic stick, and this stick was really hearty, and then he saw that the magic stick directly smashed the ghost's arms like a devastating one, and cut it through the middle of the ghost's body.

"Whew!"

The ghost suddenly turned into two sections, and the gray-white mist dissipated in an instant.

Fang Yan put down three ghosts in a few breaths, and his confidence couldn't help but increase greatly, although there are still twelve ghosts left, his heart says that he can definitely kill them all!

At this time, the twelve ghosts were already very close to the dialect, and surrounded the dialect in a semicircle, and pounced together!

Fang Yan fought and retreated, always in the center of that semicircle, just not to give those ghosts a chance to attack him from behind!

Then I saw those ghosts attacking Fang Yan again and again, and from time to time there were terrifying strange howls in their mouths, and Fang Yan was fully engrossed in the battle, relying only on a demon wand to block left and right, and suddenly one end in the hand and the other head smashing out, and sometimes even flying out of his hand directly, blocking the ghosts in mid-air in a more elegant way...... I don't know how long it took, when Fang Yan saw a slight sweat on his forehead, there were only four ghosts left around him, and the rest all dissipated under the demon stick.

And in addition to the exertion, the price he paid was the half-cut sleeve on his left arm, and in the fierce battle of the right people, a ghost almost grabbed his arm, but ripped the half-sleeve off.

Now that he has the winning ticket in his hands, it is only a matter of time before he wins.

In the night sky, a pair of eyes always watched coldly the fierce battle between Fang Yan and those ghosts, and every time he saw the Demon Stick break a ghost, those eyes would show a slight violation.

"The Demon Stick is worthy of being a Buddha Sect Immortal Weapon, it is so easy to deal with the Yin Spirit, and it will never be so easy to change to any other True Immortal of the Yuming Sect. Immortal artifacts that no one has been able to refine for hundreds of years, dialects, but you can, you think, everyone will believe that it is because of your qualifications......" The faint voice sounded in the darkness, but it did not spread far, and it was impossible for anyone else to hear it except for the person himself.

At this moment, Fang Yan finally dispersed the last ghost, and at the same moment, the bright light of the Yin Gathering appeared in his eyes!

The moment he saw the Cuiyin Collection, Fang Yan was taken aback again, because he was now at least four or five miles away from the Cuiyin Collection, and he remembered very clearly that he didn't run far away at all, at most it was only one mile away from the Cuiyin Collection, but at this time, he came here, it must be because of those ghosts.

"I didn't expect these ghosts to have this ability, is it an illusion directly applied to people's spirits......" muttered, Fang Yan not only did not rush in the direction of the Yin Collection, but thought about it there.

He wasn't just curious about these strange things, he wanted to figure out what was going on!

However, it is obvious that due to the lack of knowledge and insight he has accumulated, it is impossible for him to analyze it at this time. However, he was not in a hurry, but recalled the battle process with those ghosts, the texture of those ghosts, the spiritual impact brought to people when they roared, and how the energy turned into nothingness when it dissipated...... The eyes in the darkness were still looking at the dialect, and he obviously couldn't understand why the dialect had suddenly stopped. When I saw the dialect dealing with those ghosts before, those eyes were always hostile to the dialect, and it was not until this moment that the hostility gradually dissipated. Then these eyes finally discovered the difference in Fang Yan, that is the kind of bearing on him! But what he saw was not the same as what Yin Qing saw, what he saw was only Fang Yan's dedication to combat effectiveness! He felt that Fang Yan at this time only cared about combat power, and what he did at this time was to absorb combat experience in order to improve combat power!

Fanatic! Those eyes began to become fanatical! It seemed that at any moment they could rush directly towards the dialect!

"I must figure it out......," he whispered, his eyes no longer looking at the dialect, and soon disappeared completely into the night.

After another cup of tea, Fang Yan finally thought about it, jumped directly onto the Fu Demon Stick and flew in the direction of the Yin Collection.

When he turned around and went to the deep mountains of Ghost Yin Mountain, he must not miss the opportunity to fight with the Yin Spirit, thinking so, Fang Yan soon arrived at the Cui Yin Collection, and then he did not subdue the magic stick, and flew directly to the inn where Wei Xiao lived.

Soon entered the inn and knocked lightly on the door of the howling room.

Footsteps sounded in the room, Wei Xiao opened the door cracks, and when he saw that it was a dialect, he couldn't help but be happy, and asked while letting the dialect in, "Why did you come so late?"

"It's a bit of a delay. ”

Wei Xiao obviously doesn't care about the "something" in the dialect, he only cares about money!

"I have thought about it, one hundred and fifty immortal crystals is a huge amount of money, we must not do that kind of ordinary material business anymore! We want to buy the most expensive and best materials! The best one is the kind that even the Ghost Yin Mountain is extremely scarce!" Wei Xiao said solemnly.

(To be continued)