Zhou Kou had just released his ghost dog. Hearing Shi Yi's words, he immediately pulled it back, but he was still a step too slow. A thick blade struck the ghost dog like a long whip, and it whined,

Half of the body disappeared.

Zhou Kou was furious: "What a bastard!"

Shi Yi pulled him away: "Don't act out of emotion!"

Zhao Xiao returned his hand and squeezed the trigger, the crossbow string crashed, and a "flowing fire" hit the blade. The flames burst out with a bang. The blades twisted in pain in the flames, and the saw teeth on them rubbed against each other, squeaking.

It made a squeaking sound, as if it was screaming. The surrounding ghost claw grass stems all stretched out and crackled to help it put out the fire.

More leaves surrounded them from all directions, trapping Song Zheng's five people. They changed several directions one after another, and finally they could only form a circle to fight against the ghostly soul-eating grass outside.

Scratching... the creepy saw-tooth friction sounds continued together, and the yin energy became heavier and heavier, seriously affecting the emotions of the five people. Big beads of sweat fell down on Wang Jiu's fat face.

, he was panicked and scared: "We can't escape!"

"Fart!" Zhou Kou cursed fiercely, rolled his hands to control, and the pitch black claw knife cut through the darkness with a whoosh, there was a faint flicker of cold light, a leaf fell down, and the highly poisonous grass juice spurted out from the veins of the leaf.

When Wang Jiu came out, he quickly used his giant shield to block it, almost hitting Zhou Kou's head.

Zhou Kou grinned: "The fat man is afraid of death, but his hands and feet are not soft."

Wang Jiu frowned, obviously not optimistic about his life prospects.

Zhao Xiao pursed her lips tightly, with sharp lip lines, and her eyes were as cold as ice and emitted a cold light. One hand of the Dark Flame Crossbow continuously shot out streams of fire, and the other hand opened. The Ministry of War's secret "Fire of Battle in the Battlefield" unfolded, and the Taoist "Beacon Fire Melts the Sky"

"When activated, it was as if a spring of fire had opened in the palm of the hand, and streams of magma-like flames spewed out and spread ten feet away.

Little bits of flowing fire fell, and the burning grass blades squeaked.

Shi Yi sneered again and again, and shouted proudly: "I want you and other monsters to have a glimpse of what the real Thousand Kings are capable of!"

His whole body was exuding a cold air like starlight clouds, which was forced three feet away from him. Within this range, all objects approaching would be affected by the extreme cold, and even the movement of blades of grass would be much slower.

Shi Yi's hands turned into two phantoms, which were so fast that people couldn't see clearly. Although there were only eight fingers left, they were still incredibly dexterous.

Above his head, the exquisite little sword obtained from the sky fire was spinning smoothly.

Qianmen's skills were so wonderful that he actually "weaved" a large clump of ghost soul-eating grass together with a pair of fleshy palms! Although these monsters are weird, they are still plants after all. Once they are entangled, they will only fight for their lives.

Pull it, the harder it is, the tighter it becomes.

And he passed by gracefully, and the exquisite little sword above his head shot out a sword light, cutting off the entangled ghost soul-eating grass with one sword stroke!

After the first imperial edict, the cultivation of the five people increased greatly, and they were able to interact with these ghosts and soul-eating grass killers. If they had been before, they would have been caught in the grass blades as soon as they came in, their throats were cut by the saw teeth, and they were irrigated with blood.

The corpses became fertilizer.

Zhou Kou laughed and scolded on the side: "Shi Laoqian, you have had two fingers chopped off, and you still have the nerve to call yourself King Qian?"

Shi Yi instantly knitted together the second clump of ghost soul-eating grass. His old face was slightly feverish, and he argued: "Thousands of kings compete for hegemony, but there is the king of thousands of kings. In gambling at our level, according to the rules of our ancestors, the loser

My hand was going to be cut off, but I only lost two fingers, which is already extraordinary..."

Fatty Wang had just knocked back a few ghost claw grass stems with his shield, and said in a confused manner: "Is it because you don't have the confidence to win, so you don't dare to bet with others, and you are only willing to bet on two fingers?

It won’t be too miserable if we lose this way.”

Shi Yi's face turned purple and he yelled: "Fart, that's nonsense. Fatty Wang, just wait for me. I'll drill you to death after this!"

"Hahaha!" Zhou Kou laughed loudly: "You must have hit the mark accidentally, otherwise Shi Laoqian wouldn't be so angry."

It was already very difficult for the four of them to deal with it. They were fighting and breaking through the encirclement. Suddenly, they discovered that the ghost soul-eating grass in the distance was moving towards them.

"What's going on?" Zhou Kou was shocked. This grassland is vast and boundless. It's unclear when they can get out. If all these ghost soul-eating grasses surround them, they will definitely die!

Song Zheng had been observing the surroundings. He looked down at the earth and said in a deep voice: "They are not moving by themselves, but they are manipulating the corpses buried underground and carrying their roots to travel underground!"

The four of them took another look, and sure enough, the ground was undulating like water, with pieces of bones pushing out of the ground from time to time, like water ghosts lurking under the water.

Most of the surging ghost soul-eating grasses were directed at Shi Yi. Master Wu was so shocked that even if he was the king of thousands of kings, he was really surrounded by so many ghost soul-eating grasses.

There was only one way to die. He shouted: "Scholar, what are you waiting for? Thunder can destroy ghosts, come on!"

There was a faint blue light flashing in Song Zheng's eyes, which was the effect of "eyes washed by thunder and water". He observed secretly for a long time, and then said: "Kill this way, don't go west, hurry!"

He took a deep breath, and his originally not very strong body suddenly expanded in a circle. From his neck to his hands, and then to his legs, the muscles were stretched like steel wires, and the lightning was wrapped around every muscle.

He formed a magic formula with both hands and secretly clasped Zhou Tian's ancient coins to increase his power. He looked pious and muttered something in his mouth. He raised his right foot and lightly stamped it. The lift was light as if it was heavy. The thud made the ground around him tremble: "The earth is running."

thunder!"

The Taoist magic was activated, and the thunder light was hidden in the ground and exploded forward along his right foot. A sound of thunder came from the ground, followed by the second, third, and fourth…continuous explosions.

The sound extended from his right foot forward, exploding every ten feet, and after ten explosions it extended to a hundred feet away.

Crazy blue lightning continued to erupt under the ground, crashing and impacting like ocean waves. The thunder blasted all the corpses under the ground to pieces, and the ghosts and ghosts also turned into blue smoke amidst their hissing screams.

The lightning followed the roots upwards, and all the ghost soul-eating grasses within the range of "Earth Thunder" were burned to ashes almost at the same time.

"Let's go!" Song Zheng took the lead, and the others followed behind, passing quickly while resisting the ghost soul-eating grass on both sides.

Shi Yi raised his thumb: "Exaggeration!"

It's not that Song Zheng's combat power is the strongest, but that Song Zheng's Kung Fu and Taoism have a natural advantage when encountering this kind of monster.
Chapter completed!