Song Yin went out first, and the other two had no choice but to follow.
They don't dare to stray too far from their senior brother. If this place is filled with ghosts, they will die if they leave their senior brother.
In the darkness, all they could follow was the wisp of white flame on their senior brother's finger.
Zhang Feixuan only felt that his body was cold, and he hugged his body, as if he was in an ice coffin. His teeth were trembling with the cold, and he couldn't help but said: "Brother, why don't you look brighter?"
"Yes, senior brother, I feel so cold." Wang Qizheng also said.
Song Yin looked around and shook his head slightly: "This is not the right time. These people can't stand my anger."
Can't stand it?
Is there anyone around?
The two looked around, but couldn't see anything in the darkness.
They could only follow Song Yin as they walked closer to the candlelight in front of them. Their speed was not slow, and they followed him almost as soon as the candlelight stopped.
Zhang Fei
"Hey." At this time, the old man just sighed.
This seemingly powerful ghost could only be dissipated again and again like an easily crushed mayfly under Song Yin's fist.
call!!
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng were completely relaxed. This ghost really couldn't beat the senior brother.
At this moment, the old man took a step forward, stood in front of the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "I received the things, let's go!"
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and Song Yin's eyes shone brightly, like two beams of light. With his shout, white air arose and spread forward.
The old man was surprised for a moment, then thought of something, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab Song Yin, but when his fingers were about to touch Song Yin's body, he noticed something again and stopped there.
"Old man, you, a mere mortal, dare to go alone. How can we, the ascetics, be afraid?"
In the cold wind, Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng felt that they could not breathe. The coldness that penetrated their bodies began to crawl from the surface of their bodies to their hearts. Even if they wanted to ask for help, they could not make a sound.
Song Yin's eyes were filled with light at this moment, he glanced at the pile of dried meat with disgust, and then said to the old man: "Is this what you rely on?"
The amorphous object seemed to have become a little shorter, and I don't know what it was doing, and then there was a pile of hill-like things in front of it.
Bang!
What responded to him was Song Yin's fist. He punched out suddenly, and his fist directly blasted out a white light. The huge white light was like a meteor, quickly streaking through the darkness, and the ghost was dissipated invisible.
Song Yin frowned and punched again. The same white light shot out, once again obliterating the ghost's figure, but again, the ghost condensed its figure in the darkness.
Then, he was punched by Song Yin and the white light was blown away.
The sound of the wind became stronger, and the figure's body tensed up, as if he was about to take action at the next moment.
In the eyes of Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng, something seemed to appear in the dark wind, squirming and deforming in the darkness, like an amorphous object.
After Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were drinking, they felt their bodies light up and the cold feeling disappeared.
The white air seemed to be glowing with light. When it spread forward from Song Yin's body, it illuminated the darkness near the entrance of the village and also illuminated the appearance of this thing.
The white air is like the wind, blowing its clothes and hair, but no matter how the hair is swayed, the face can never be seen, it seems that the hair is the face.
The candlelight and white flames slightly illuminated the front, allowing the two of them to see clearly some of the hills.
The old man's expression fell into calmness again, and he said calmly: "I would like to advise you for the last time, don't blame me if you die."
"Then why aren't you dead?"
The old man stood at the entrance of the village where he had invited them to enter. When he saw the three people coming up, he glared at them: "Didn't I tell you not to come out?"
Immediately afterwards, the amorphous object became taller again and stagnated for a while, as if it had discovered something.
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark wind blew up in the darkness, and the cool air blew up several people, causing the robes of the three people to sway.
This time, the old man's eyes were filled with horror and he subconsciously looked towards the village.
The thing's skin color almost blended into the darkness, with a little red and purple color. It had disheveled hair, a strong body, and was much taller than Wang Qizheng.
call!
The wind in the darkness was even stronger, and it even made a sound, as if it was roaring.
The darkness became lighter and seemed to reflect the ghost's body. After being blasted away, it gathered its figure again, but this time it was not as powerful as before. The body shrank significantly and became rickety, and its chest kept rising and falling.
He seemed to be breathing.
"Isn't that far away?"
only.
"Senior Brother, why don't you use the Great Fire? Hasn't he already reached the fifth level and the Great Aura has transformed?"
Why is it harder than ever to get out of the mountain this time?
Wang Qizheng also thought the same, "Brother, kill it quickly, it's too scary!"
"My power is designed to defeat evil spirits and heretics. Let's see how long you can hold on!"
"You're actually fine."
But no matter what, it can always gather its body, neither retreating nor attacking, as if it is waiting for something.
"It can still form a big ghost."
"Evil devil, how dare you act in front of me!"
Its clothes were very tattered and mixed with a lot of mud, as if it had crawled out of a pile of dead people. Its bare toes were like animal claws, but its hands were very clean.
"It's really a ghost!" Wang Qizheng took a deep breath.
"Since there is nothing wrong, go back quickly. It won't enter the house, otherwise you will die without knowing it!" the old man said anxiously.
Song Yin snorted coldly and did not move. He just punched out white light one after another, destroying the ghosts time and time again, and then the ghosts condensed their bodies in the darkness again and again, and the two were grinding together little by little.
Song Yin stood next to the old man, looking straight into the darkness ahead, "Let me see what it is."
But soon, the ghosts gathered again in the darkness, and their disheveled faces protruded forward, whistling with the sinister wind. But Song Yin stood at the entrance of the village like a door god, and the sinister wind could not even come close, let alone blow into the entrance of the village.
"You asked me who to ask?" Wang Qizheng rolled his eyes.
That was exactly what the old man had taken out before. The red and very appetizing dried meat was now piled up into a big ball.
No matter how dense the darkness is, under the constant bombardment of white light, it seems to gradually begin to fade, allowing others to see a little bit of the darkness clearly.
Zhang Fei
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But as it continued to punch, its figure seemed to become more and more rickety, and the darkness became more and more faded, almost turning into the same night as the starlit night above.
The old man was trembling all over. When he saw Song Yin raising his fist again, he suddenly fell to his knees and begged: "Don't fight again, don't fight again! Xian family, don't fight again!"
As he said that, he turned to look at the ghost and shouted: "Son! Just leave, don't be in such pain anymore!"
The ghost seemed to glance at the old man, then lowered its head and swept towards the position of the dried meat. It trembled all over and roared with a sinister wind, as if it was roaring unwillingly.