"What big gray wolf?" Taoist Master Zilong asked in confusion.

"No matter what, the gray wolf is, it's important to break the tower when you hurry up, saving people is important. Master Zi tried it just now. It seems that the Taoist talismans do not work here?" said Qian Chou seriously.

Taoist Zilong nodded: "The talisman formed by spiritual power can be emitted, but it seems that it has no effect. Why don't you give it a try too?" As he said that, he glanced at Guo Crook.

Guo Crook shook his head: "You are better than me. If you don't do it, then I'm even more useless. At present, Xiao Fan's dagger has some tricks, otherwise, you can lead the way?"

"Okay, but I tell you that I don't understand the name of this dagger at all. Since I let me open the way, I can only gesture in front of me."

"Okay, it's better to show off than to stare at me, come on!"

Guo Cutezi pushed Van Chou to the front, Van Chou grabbed the dagger, and Taoist Zilong followed him to illuminate him, so he used the dagger to tentatively cut the fog.

"laugh......"

With a light sound like a slashing out of the clothes, the mist in front of him was gently cut open by the dagger, as if it was blown by a breeze, and it rippled slightly, and it actually scattered backwards.

And the space they were in expanded a little. Wanchou was confused, looked at the dagger, and slashed out again. Just like before, the fog slowly disappeared.

"What's going on? This thing..." Wan Chou raised the dagger and looked carefully. He saw that the dagger was quite simple in style. Its length of more than one foot looked more like a machete. Is that fog afraid of this dagger?

He suddenly withdrew his dagger and stretched out a hand. He tentatively reached into the mist and waved it a few times.

The tentacles were cold. At the same time, a sticky feeling came, and the hands were like they were slashing in the water.

He retracted his hand, but the fog did not change, and looked down at the dagger, making him even more confused for a moment.

Taoist Master Zilong also reached out to try and said decisively: "That's right, your dagger has its own tricks, so you can use it to open the way. Maybe this is the destiny in the dark."

Guo Crook also agreed silently, looked around, focused his head, held the dagger in his right hand, and took the trend forward.

A thick fog disappeared casually. When the fog saw that it worked, he kept waving daggers around him, as if he was cutting air. There was no arrangement, but after a moment, a space of more than ten meters in radius appeared around the three of them.

However, although the space is large, it is empty, and the fog under your feet and above your head is still thick, so you can't see anything.

Moreover, after waving the dagger for a while, he gradually became a little tired. He knew something was wrong. "Dream" once said that in this special field, mental power is very important. Once it is exhausted, it will fall into an eternal sleep.

Looking at Taoist Zilong again, he was a little tired. Only Guo Crooker was no different from what he had just now, and was still constantly looking around.

If this continues, you will be exhausted to death if you don’t even see the enemy.

Wanchou stopped moving, focused for a moment, suddenly his heart moved, he reached out to take out the little black bowl, and a thought came up: Could it be that the flame was taken away by it? Well, probably so. If this little black bowl can still contain the fog here, then God will help me.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the little black bowl in his hand and tried to pass through the fog. Taoist Zilong and Guo Crook also noticed his movements. Before he could react, the mist around him suddenly surged, and without any warning, it instantly rushed into the little black bowl.

Although Fan Chou was prepared, he was stunned for a moment, holding the little black bowl in his hand, and watching the fog rushing towards his hands, he was really shocked.

In the blink of an eye, the fog was like a whale sucking water. It was sucked into a large area by a small black bowl. The space around it became larger and larger, and soon the black ground and the high dome were exposed. Looking up, it turned out that it was more than ten meters above the head, but there was still a faint mist covering it, and it was still hard to see clearly.

Fan Chou was secretly happy. After a while, the fog was absorbed and everything was clear at a glance. It would be much easier to break the tower again.

Taoist Zilong and Guo Cuzi also looked at the scene in surprise, a little stunned. The look of looking at Wanchou was a little admiring---Where did he get so many good things?

But at this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the mist in the distance.

Immediately, a figure slowly walked out of the fog in front of Fen Chou and others' vigilant eyes.

No, not one. With the appearance of this figure, countless shadows appeared one after another in the surrounding fog, and the fog gradually faded away.

The three of them subconsciously slowly moved closer and looked around with vigilance. They saw countless ghosts appearing, layer by layer, endless. In a moment, they were trapped in heavy siege.

Looking closely, the dense world of ghosts is everywhere, just like those fogs. Looking further away, it is still fogs. I don’t know how many ghosts are hidden there.

"Dang..."

The little black bowl Ruyi golden bowl in Fan Cho's hand fell to the ground. He was stunned and bent over to pick it up, but was surprised to find that the little black bowl seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds at this time and he could not handle it.

Fengcao's heart immediately sank. He still hoped to use this treasure to collect ghosts, but at this time he didn't listen to his orders. Could it be that there is any big ghost in this tower that is more terrifying than soul-catching impermanence?

Before I could think too much, the endless ghosts had begun to slowly float into the middle. The three of them were like drifters standing on an isolated island, looking at the waves of the sea, but they had no choice but to wait for being submerged.

"What should I do?" Taoist Zilong had no idea. He probably had never seen so many ghosts in his life. Although those ghosts were still waiting and watching and did not attack, he knew that once the fight started, he would have no chance of winning.

Because, he also felt that the mental power in his body was quietly losing. Although he had not done anything in the past half day, since he stepped into the tower, this strange feeling had been like a maggot sticking to his bones, as if something was in the dark was sucking their mental power.

"Battle, or run." Guo Crook simply said clearly.

"What are the consequences?" asked Taoist Zilong.

"The consequence... maybe there is only one." Guo Crooked.

“Which one?”

"There is a dead end." Feng Chou continued calmly next to him. He had already seen clearly the ghosts around him, and none of them had the words on his head. In other words, these were not the ghosts that were escaping from the underworld that were to be caught in the mission.

He also secretly admired the painstaking efforts and ability of the Soul-Secret. He had been able to gather so many ghosts in just over a month after coming to the world. No wonder he disappeared a few days ago, but he was operating such a huge secret base. If he hadn't accidentally bumped into it, he would have never discovered it.

Holding the dagger tightly, Feng Chou said in a deep voice: "Brothers, I can't count on anything. Now there is only three of us, so it's impossible to run. There is no way out and no way out. I can only open a bloody road. Whether it is success or failure, just fight."

Taoist Zilong nodded silently and said nothing. He wanted to keep his energy before the war began. Guo Crooker nodded, but reached out to Wan Chou: "Do you have any good things? Please lend them to me."

"What? I'm just a dagger of unknown origin, and even my spells have to be used with caution. I feel that the mental power loss here seems to be much faster than outside."

"After you have a dagger, do you want me to use a crutch?"

"A crutch...at least it's a weapon. As the saying goes, one inch long and one point stronger, don't be humble..."

"You two have to argue, say less, save energy and kill a few more evil ghosts."

Taoist Zilong interrupted the two people and thought about it and said, "It would be great if Shangguan was there, but it would be good if she was not there."

Wanchou glanced at him, said nothing more, held the dagger and pointed at one place, and said, "We can't stand here and wait. You see that direction seems weaker. Why don't we rush there? If we succeed, what will we do next?"

"Okay, I agree, that's it." Taoist Zilong and Guo Crooke said in the same voice.

"Walk!"

Fan Chou left as soon as he said that, and rushed out first, but suddenly remembered the little black bowl of Ruyi Golden Bowl. He couldn't help but look back and felt very reluctant to leave it. However, he couldn't handle the treasure at this time and could only leave it here.
Chapter completed!