Before Uncle Li finished speaking, Fan Chou and others suddenly heard a sinister sneer coming from behind.

"Hehehehe...we're here, can't you see..."

Qianchou's heart tightened and suddenly turned around. He felt a rotten smell mixed with the bone-permeable cold. Then, two figures slowly walked out of the darkness, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, but they were old acquaintances!

One person was tall and thick, more than two meters tall, and his body emitted a disgusting smell of rotten corpse. He stepped on the ground barefoot, holding two huge chain sickles in his hand. On the huge head was a black one-horn!

The other man was thin, like a skeleton, with a cold face in black robe, with a dull look, a hint of cold smile between the corners of his mouth, and the endless cold air that shook the minds of everyone present,

These two people are the black evil gods and corpse ghosts who have been missing for a long time, but they don’t know where they came out. Wan Chou couldn’t help but take a breath. Any of these two people came out as perverted, so how could they appear here at the same time?

Uncle Li laughed out loud: "Hahaha, you two are here just in time. Where is the messenger of Impermanence now?"

The corpse ghost answered a question: "Hmph, it seems that if we hadn't come back to pick you up, you wouldn't be able to go on with your own strength..."

Uncle Li's face changed slightly, but he said, "What does this have to do with me? Why don't you go and tell that guy, by the way, he ran away just now, I don't know if he ran away or went downstairs."

I have to say that Uncle Li is really good at changing the topic. The corpse ghost's eyes turned slightly. Looking at Fan Chou and others, the corners of his mouth stirred, and said coldly: "I can't tell, you are really in dispersed, but this time you are the ones who died..."

The cheerful man watched coldly for a long time and suddenly snorted coldly. He handed the knife to Bajie, still suppressing Uncle Li, and stood up and said, "You two are so arrogant. With me and Qiqi here, who dares to be arrogant?!"

"What are you?" The Black Evil God took a step and looked at the joyful and depressed ghost. He was two meters tall and nearly two heads taller than the joyful ghost. At this time, he was condescending, with disdain in his eyes.

The joyful ghost was not afraid. He and the Black Evil God were both BOSS-level evil ghosts, so they naturally had a certain temperament. The dejected ghost floated forward. The two stood side by side, and their bodies immediately emitted a yin evil spirit, wanting to fight against the cold and rotten aura emitted by the Black Evil God and the corpse ghost.

The four bosses confronted each other, and the atmosphere became tense immediately. Even Wanchou couldn't help but hold his breath and wait and see what happened. But Bajie was even more nervous than Wanchou. In his opinion, the joyful and dejected ghost were empty-handed and thin, one was laughing and the other was frowning, and how could the other fight?

Look at the powerful and majestic Black Evil God. The huge sickle in his hand looks taller than the dejected ghost. Although the corpse ghost is thin, his face is gloomy. He is covered with evil spirits. After holding his hands, he is not sure what powerful killer is hidden.

Before the battle could start, I almost lost half of my momentum.

The evil spirit on both sides gradually became heavier, and the air here was already thin, and in a moment he felt difficulty breathing. But he still said nothing.

He knew that the strength of the joyful ghost and the despairing ghost was inside but not outside, just like the Huashan Qi Sect and the Sword Sect in Jin Yong's novels. Although the black evil spirit and the corpse ghost were exposed, the sharpness was revealed, the joyful ghost absorbed the sadness of the world, which was a negative energy. The despairing ghost absorbed the joy and yang energy of the world, which was a positive energy. I remember that at the wedding banquet that day, the despairing ghost stomped his feet and the sky actually dropped Yang thunder. No matter which evil ghost it could do, this skill could not be achieved. Therefore, today's battle is unpredictable.

The situation is getting more and more tense, and there is nothing to say about both sides. The laws of the ghost world have always been that the strong are respected, and the contest between the strong has never stopped.

But Bajie couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly walked up, folded his hands together, and persuaded him as he walked: "Amitabha, take a slow look, everyone is a ghost, what can't you say well?"

Yan Chou went up and covered his mouth and dragged him down: "Second Brother, don't make trouble. He is a ghost, what does it have to do with you..."

The black evil god could not bear it at first, roared, swung the chains in his hand silently, and the giant sickle flew, like two big axes, whimpering and whimpering, sweeping towards the joyful ghost. Judging from the posture, this knife would have to split the joyful ghost into two pieces!

The joyful ghost laughed and slapped his hands. A gust of dark fog and strange wind suddenly surged behind him. The black fog was mixed with many sob and sorrowful ghosts. It was circling around him. Just as the black evil god's sickle hit the sky. The joyful ghost waved his hands and the black fog surged upwards. Many faces flew out from the fog, hissing and howling, which was breathtaking. It surrounded the sickle. The sickle suddenly seemed to crash into a pile of cotton and could not be chopped down for a while.

The Black Evil God exclaimed in surprise and shouted: "Good boy, I still have some skills. Look at your Black Grandpa's knife!"

There were two sickles on his chain. At this time, he swung the other end of the chain and shouted loudly. Another sickle was slashing out like black lightning. He seemed stupid, but his technique was clever. The sickle flew around the air, and somehow got around to the side of the joyful ghost, and quickly ran towards his head to cut it off!

The joyful ghost was concentrating on dealing with a sickle. Seeing that the sickle was trapped in mid-air and was about to land, but at this moment, another sickle flew over from an extremely strange and tricky position. He was about to split his hand to deal with it, but a rope flew up next to him, rolling the black evil god's sickle on his head. Then he pulled it hard and immediately shook it straight. The momentum of the sickle being pulled tilted, flying obliquely several meters above the head of the joyful ghost. With a bang, it slashed into the cliff next to it, and the gravel flew around.

The one who flew out the rope was naturally the despairing ghost. The two sickles used to show off their power were controlled by the joyful ghost, and the other was locked by the despairing ghost. They suddenly screamed in anger, and jumped several meters high in the air, and they were like a cannonball, smashing their body towards the despairing ghost and despairing ghost.

The black evil spirit was more than two meters thick, with a full body of evil spirits, and was fierce. The joyful ghost hurriedly took back the black mist and was about to deal with the black evil spirit, but Feng Chou saw that something was wrong. The joyful ghost and the despairing ghost were obviously not dominated by powerful power. The joyful ghost was similar to him, and he was a mage type. The despairing ghost was similar to him, and he was a woman. It was impossible to fight with the black evil spirit head-on. I remember that even Lu Bu and the Black evil spirit were slightly inferior. If these two people fought head-on, they would definitely suffer a loss.

"Brother Xi, Sister Qi, retreat quickly, you can't fight it head-on!"

Fan Cho shouted, but he was already one step slower. The Black Evil God smashed the air fiercely, which was three points faster than what he shouted. When the joyful guy heard this, he hesitated slightly, and it was too late to retreat.

In a hurry, he had to gather strength. A large ball of yin and black fog rushed forward to the Black Evil God in an instant, turning around and pulling the depressed ghost, and at the same time trying his best to escape from the power range of the Black Evil God's attack.

Fortunately, Fan Chou shouted, and the joyful ghost realized it. However, the black fog seemed to be useless under the Black Evil God. A ball of black light with black flames hit on his head. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the black fog set by the joyful ghost. With a loud bang, it hit the ground firmly. The joyful ghost had just rushed out several meters, but was in a state of unstable shape by the shock of the smash. It staggered out more than ten meters and almost fell to the ground.

Wan Chou wiped his cold sweat and thought to himself that if the joyful ghost took it, he would probably be injured on the spot. I don’t know what level of evil ghost this Black Evil God is. He has such great power. As the two evil ghosts of hell, Xiqi and the dejected ghost could not stop him from attacking him in the air.

As the black fog swelled, a big pit was suddenly smashed on the ground. The black evil god jumped out of it, grabbed it with both hands, and returned to his hands. Seeing the two of the joyful ghosts in a mess, they laughed proudly.

"Hahaha, it turns out that there is only such ability, so why are you so arrogant? I heard that you two are as famous as me, but unexpectedly they are two wastes..."

When the joyful ghost heard this, he became furious and even his face was full of joy all year round. Although he still had a smile, the anger between his eyebrows could not be covered. His sleeves were waving, and he suddenly sat on the ground with his butt, as if he was wronged. When the corner of his mouth was grinning, he seemed to start howling.

The Black Evil God was stunned and said in confusion: "Why, you still have to cry if you get beaten?"

The happy man ignored him, pulled his clothes, and screamed at the sky: "My life is so bitter..."

Bajie was stunned by the sight and murmured: "What's wrong with this person? If you can't beat him, you will cry?"

But Fan Chou knew that the killer of the Joyful Ghost was this move, and he couldn't help but feel happy. At this moment, his eyes were blurred, and a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the Joyful Ghost. It was the corpse that had not taken action for a long time. He sneered: "If you want to cry this time, I will make you never laugh again..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could not see how the corpse ghosts were acting. Two cold lights flashed out and rushed towards the chest of the joyful ghost.
Chapter completed!