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254,Despair(1/2)

The pale evil ghost stepped into the soldiers' battle formation in the air.

His stumps and broken arms were flying around, and his body with a shield raised was knocked away by the rampaging ghost king.

The shield wall that was originally relatively complete was torn open, and the suppressed ghost soldiers swarmed forward and fought against the soldiers in the battle formation.

"How could this be?"

With just one face-to-face effort, the soldiers from all directions were defeated.

The pale evil ghost was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, tearing apart the shield wall of the soldiers with a wave of his hand.

It was so fierce and powerful that it immediately frightened one person crazy.

The other strangers also looked at the powerful evil ghost rushing into the formation in horror.

No more hesitation, turn around and run away.

For a time, the only strange person in the city who was still resisting the ghost soldiers was Xiong Li San.

The power of the Ghost King is so powerful.

But, so what, we still have to fight.

Han An held the blade of the wooden sword in his left hand, and the blood immediately dyed the wooden sword blood red.

Then he picked up three pillars with a sword and burned the incense sticks in the copper stove, and stuck them on the wound on his palm.

While trembling, the three pillars of incense stood upright and were soaked in blood, and the pale yellow sparks turned into scarlet.

Scarlet light enveloped the glowing soldiers, and their power increased again.

The momentum condensed into one, and the original losing trend stopped immediately.

The figures of the four spirit generals converged into one line, and the shadows of the four spirits converged on one person.

After all, with such power, there still needs a spirit to control it.

"Madam." Han An growled.

A graceful woman's figure walked out of the big locust tree behind her. The woman's face didn't even have time to show a worried look before she was immersed in spiritual light.

With Ying Ji, the figure suddenly came to life and rushed straight towards the pale ghost king.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the two sides were already fighting.

Even though Ying Ji gathered the figures of the four generals, she was still no match for the Pale Ghost King. She was already at a disadvantage after just two or three rounds.

"His strength has not been fully utilized, and there is still a chance."

Han An threw the wooden sword in his hand violently.

The blood-stained sword fell into Ying Ji's hand. She slashed horizontally to resist the ghost's hand and flipped the blade at the same time.

A red scar then appeared, like a rotten wound that began to erode the Ghost King's body.

Although I didn't win, at least I won't be as shaky as before.

However, Han An's face became increasingly pale.

He is the spirit of the Great Sophora japonica. Although he has Taoism and magic, he is ultimately not strong enough and can only rely on his own blood to activate it.

When all his magic power is exhausted, maybe he, the spirit of the locust tree, will disappear.

No one knows how long it will take for the big locust tree to give birth to a soul, and no one can guarantee that the soul he will give birth to will still be him. Even if he has memories, the person who appears in the end will be different.

"I didn't expect Huaifeng to have such a talented person as you."

A sudden sound sounded.

"who?!"

Han An's expression changed with shock, and he followed the direction of the sound.

The person who appeared among the ghost soldiers was wearing a white robe and standing in mid-air with a sword.

The man's face was slightly rounded, but his body had an unusually fair complexion, and his eyes were much smaller than ordinary people.

If it weren't for the fact that it had the aura of most living people, Han An would have thought that the person who appeared here was a dead person.

The man slightly cupped his hands and said, "Master Luo, head priest Tan Lin, has met Taoist friend."

"Fellow Taoist, this strange power is really concerning." Just as Tan Lin was about to make a move, the crimson sword energy swept over him, forming a grid-shaped barrier.

"It is indeed very skillful. This kind of technique that allows evil spirits to attach themselves to people's bodies and gain greater power is very powerful."

"Even the Ghost King can stop him."

"But that's it. The Ghost King has only used 30% of his power. If too much power is activated, even I won't be able to control it well."

"You must know that this is a foundation-building evil spirit."

Listening to the man's words, Han An was stunned on the spot.

He wasn't sure what the realm of foundation building was, but the man said that the Pale Ghost King had only exerted 30% of his power.

If that were the case, they wouldn't be able to defeat that thing at all.

Tan Lin did not give Han An time to react. He came to Huaifeng City just to activate the Pale Ghost King and massacre all living people.

Make a seal with both hands, with the gray talisman paper sandwiched in the center of the fingerprint.

Just shake it gently, and the talisman paper will spontaneously ignite without fire.

"disease."

The talisman turned into spiritual light and flew into the pale ghost king's head.

Ying Ji turned the wooden sword in her hand and turned it into a red flower blooming in the air, but she could not resist the aura of the talisman.

The fog is thicker.

The howling wind is no longer cold, but indescribably heavy.

It's like putting iron rocks on everyone.

The soldiers who were defeated in the battle formation were quickly swallowed up by the heavy fog, and the yellow light on their bodies flickered slightly before disappearing. Obviously, such power could not withstand the manifested supernatural power at all.

Silent despair.

The soldiers who were swallowed up could not even call for help.

Winter, winter winter.

The heavy footsteps were like war drums, beating on everyone's hearts, with only oppression and indescribable weight.

Qi and blood surged countercurrently, and traces of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

The strength of the foundation-building evil spirits was too strong, but these weird scenes suppressed them.

Ying Ji quickly retreated, jumped and appeared in front of Han An, and stood alert and nervous with her sword.

"roar!"

The beast roared, and a thundering bear jumped out of the thick mist and rushed in front of the pale ghost king.

A huge bear paw came down from the top.

The pale evil ghost's eyes moved abnormally and were fixed on Xiong Zhen's body.

The ghost claw was raised, blocking the bear's paw effortlessly.

Li San felt as if his bones were about to crack. He was not hitting the ghost's body at all, but fine iron.

The severe pain caused his face to twist involuntarily, and a crunching sound penetrated his head along the bones. He could clearly hear that this was the sound of his palm splitting.

"Bang bang."

My palms are bent and I can no longer exert any strength.

Li San couldn't help but scream, and the beast's roar pierced the thick black mist.

"Han An, what did the Taoist Master leave for you?"

"If you don't need it now, wait until later!"

The sound was like thunder and the flash of lightning also woke up Han An.

Han An let out a sigh of relief.

He really didn't want to use that thing.

Although the Taoist Master has already made it clear how to use this thing, for him, it is better to let him control the magic weapon if it is left in the hands of others.

Tan Lin, who was far away from the battlefield, couldn't help but look at Han An under the big locust tree.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the pale ghost king, he chose to stay away from that area. As long as the power of the evil ghost was released, these people would not be able to escape, but it would be very troublesome to recover the evil ghost again.

But this does not mean that he left. On the contrary, he monitored the Ghost King and prevented others from escaping.

Now it sounds like that person has something in his hand that he hasn't used yet.

Tan Lin couldn't help but murmured: "It's useless, no matter what it is, it is vulnerable to the Foundation Establishment Ghost King."


To be continued...
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