The reason why the Ghost Gate Pan is called the Ghost Gate Pan is because the mountain has a strange shape. It is between two peaks, facing the gap between the two mountains. The mountain wind carries the wind and snow on the tops of the two mountains and blows from the top.
Then it swept down. The wind carried the snow, and with the help of the mountain, the three forces merged into one from Guimen, just like the confluence of three rivers - magnificent and majestic.
"Grab the copper rings on the cliff!" Lei Jie shouted.
As he said this, he already held the copper ring on the cliff with both hands. The copper ring had been in the snow for a long time. Even though he was wearing animal skin gloves, the coldness penetrated from the palm of his hand straight to his heart, making people feel a few chills.
A cold war.
As Lei Jie held on to the copper ring like this, the wind and snow came roaring like huge waves, causing the skin on one side of his face to lose its shape.
The wind is like thunder and the snow is like a knife.
Ordinary people who have never been to this ghost gate will definitely think that these two sentences are exaggerations. Only if you have been to this ghost gate can you know that the wind can really explode like thunder, and the snow can really explode like thunder.
It separates the skin on your face like a knife.
Lei Jie, who was walking in front, was speechless. He could only lower his head and walk forward. The wind whistled in his ears, and the thunderous wind seemed to penetrate into his ears and eyes, flowing straight along his ears.
If you scratch your brain, your brain will be in chaos.
Fortunately, this ghost gate is not long, only a dozen meters away. You can get through it by closing your breath and gritting your teeth.
Lei Jie had already walked through the Ghost Gate. He stood at the end of the Ghost Gate and counted the disciples behind him one by one with a solemn expression. The Ghost Gate is one of the most accident-prone places on Kunlun Mountain, and there are often falls even during the day.
The matter of death and disappearance, let alone at night, he could not relax in such a situation.
Suddenly, the wind between the two mountains suddenly stopped, and the thunderous wind suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes in the sky floated in the sky as if they were still.
Lei Jie looked at this strange phenomenon, frowned suddenly, and shouted: "Go quickly, go quickly, the ghost is coming, go quickly!"
When the Jinding Taoist who was still at the ghost gate heard the word "ghost number", his expression suddenly changed. He ignored the danger of the cliff, raised his energy and ran towards Lei Jie.
As they ran, they shouted behind them: "Run, run, the ghost is coming!"
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue didn't know what the ghost name was, but seeing the frightened expressions on the Jinding Taoist people's faces, they didn't dare to hesitate and immediately used the method of making themselves light and ran towards Lei Jie.
Just as they were running away, a wind sound like a "ghost horn" suddenly sounded in the silent mountain. This ghost horn was like a signal, a signal for a hundred ghosts to gather. Just when the ghost horn was about to stop
, thousands of ghost trumpets suddenly rose up, shrill and mournful. These ghost trumpets were wrapped in the flying snow hanging in the air, like wild sand sandwiching locust stones - rushing towards the face.
"Young Master Yan, Gang Leader Qiao, run quickly, this is the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts!" Lei Jie shouted. He used all his strength to shout, and he was so heart-wrenching and furious.
But as soon as he uttered his shout, it was swallowed whole by the evil spirit, and not a single bit reached the ears of Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue.
Hundreds of ghosts have arrived, and all living things will be destroyed!
Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue were only one step away from Lei Jie, but just one step away, hundreds of ghosts had arrived.
The strong wind pressure instantly forced Yan Zhuo and the three of them to the cliff. Yan Zhuo pressed his face against the cliff, holding the copper ring tightly with both hands, using the internal force of the heavy weight to press himself on the stone ladder.
But who would have thought that as soon as the strong wind like a ghost trumpet arrived, Yan Zhuo's legs would be pulled up instantly and fluttered in the air like a flag.
When Mu Yunfeng saw Yan Zhuo like this, he flew to rescue him, but was pushed against the wall by Lei Jie beside him.
"Don't move, you will die if you go now!" Lei Jie clasped his fingers on the big hole on Mu Yunfeng's chest, "The Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk will not last long. Young Master Yan and Gang Leader Qiao have deep internal skills, so they should be able to endure it."
Although he said this, he knew in his heart that this was just to comfort the young man in front of him. This ghost number is a storm that occurs once a year in the ghost gate, and this hundred ghosts in the night are a special ghost that only happens once in ten years.
No. There are not many Jinding Taoists who can survive in that ghost hall, and in the past twenty years, only Master Lei Qi from the Demon Subduing Hall has been able to survive in this night walk of a hundred ghosts.
Yan Zhuo's body was hanging in the air, relying on his two hands to resist the strong wind that had the power of ghosts and gods. He was lucky enough to refine the Xuanguang Zhenqi, and poured all his inner strength into his hands, but even so, he still felt that the strong wind seemed
His arms were about to be torn off, and even the copper ring in his hand seemed to have deformed, gradually pushing him towards the cliff and deep valley.
"Brother Yan, don't panic, I'm here to help you."
Yan Zhuo only felt a giant palm supporting him behind his back. The giant palm pushed him up onto the stone wall little by little against the strong wind. When he looked back, he only saw Qiao Zhenyue's hands and neck, and his face was already red.
Like blood, it is what triggers his tenth level of Qi Chong Bullfighting Magic.
Just when Yan Zhuo was out of danger, the Jinding disciple behind Qiao Zhenyue let out a miserable cry and was swept away by the strong wind with all his strength.
In the blink of an eye, I saw Qiao Zhenyue grabbing the hemp rope and dragging the Golden Summit disciple into the air. The Golden Summit disciple was shouting, like a small boat stuck in a storm, being shaken by the strong wind.
