Just when they were at a loss what to do, rustling sounds kept coming from the surroundings, along with the sound of footsteps one after another, as if someone was approaching them, which was extremely strange.
Lin Qingli approached Dongfang Mu Yao in panic to seek comfort, but she did not dare to reach out under Shen Wuchuan's cold gaze. She could only say aggrievedly: "Are those ghosts coming?"
Just as Mu Yao was about to speak, he heard a burst of giggles coming from the bifurcation of the corridor, which made people's hair stand on end.
She chased after him without saying a word: "You wait where you are."
Lin Qingli was trembling, clinging to the big living person Yan Xing, not daring to take another step.
On Dongfang Mu Yao's side, as soon as she reached the fork, harsh laughter came from the left. She turned around and saw bloody footprints on the floor tiles, as if someone was gradually approaching her invisibly!
As soon as the love-cutting sword came out, bursts of spiritual light hit the invisible barrier, steaming white air rushed towards the face, and the screams of ghosts came one after another.
There was movement behind her, and she turned around to look. A ghost was about to attack, but its soul was broken by Chen Wuchuan and turned into ashes.
Chen Wuchuan nodded towards her, and the two of them walked inside together.
The door of the corridor is like a haunted house, you never know what is inside until you push it open.
The attrition was too serious, so Dongfang Mu Yao would not be stupid enough to enter that door again. They moved forward cautiously, but in the next second, a suspicious "click" sound suddenly appeared in the quiet air.
The entire ancient tomb is a complete formation, and they are now trapped in it.
In the blink of an eye, countless wind blades flew towards them. Dongfang Mu Yao and Chen Wuchuan caught them with ease, but mixed in the wind blades were also the power of the ghost clan. Although Dongfang Mu Yao dodges very quickly, after all, Not long after controlling this body, a flaw was revealed. The powerful force was like a fist intersecting with her throat. Mu Yao instantly felt a dull pain in her neck.
"Senior sister!" Chen Wuchuan's eyes flashed with dark colors. He was relieved after seeing that Mu Yao was fine. Then he stared at the wind blades with even more displeasure, and his men's movements became more and more ruthless, not allowing them to do anything. There is a chance to meet the Oriental Mu Yao.
"Those who are ready to fight, move forward in formation." Dongfang Muyao immediately used Xuanwu Qisu's Star Art, the movements in his hands kept changing, green light bloomed from his fingertips, and the hair on his forehead was slightly blown by the wind. Her face was solemn and delicate, unlike a mortal.
The bullfighting girl is in danger of the wall——
After squeezing them all, a huge Xuanwu void suddenly appeared above her. It roared towards the sky and the entire ancient tomb trembled. It rushed towards the formation eye of the wind blade and directly broke the formation from it!
After all, Dongfang Mu Yao is not a unique genius. She would never use such a mental-consuming spell unless it was absolutely necessary. Today's battle made her feel very strenuous. She was panting heavily and sweating profusely.
She lowered her head and was sucking in air, but her throat still felt very painful, and even speaking was numb and painful.
A red figure walked up to her, then held her chin with his hand, asking her to raise her head.
What caught the eye was Chen Wuchuan's non-aggressive face, but this time he was not as cheerful as usual. Instead, he lowered the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes, looking like he was not in a good mood.