Xiong Tili took the old evil spirit away and went to fight elsewhere, thus putting himself in danger.
When the fight reaches their level, the other disciples are just cannon fodder and should not be affected.
This is a well-intentioned move.
The remaining seven disciples quickly understood and began to look at each other and discuss.
Their new team, without Xiongturi as the leader, is leaderless and is in danger everywhere.
After thinking about it, I really must obey Xiong Qili's order and wait for it to be collected.
After all, after the battle just now, all the ghosts entrenched around have been wiped out, and now the land under our feet is relatively safe.
"Junior Brother Wang, what do you think?"
Wang Fu was asked and replied, "I listen to all the senior brothers."
How can things in the world be as they wish? The ghosts in Gold Mining Town may not give them the time to wait for Xiong Qili to return and reunite.
Next, for a relatively short period of time, Bian Yunlong and others began to tidy up, took out some spiritual tea, soaked it in water, drank it in small sips to restore mana, and checked the battle damage of the magic weapon.
"Wang Fu, there is no need to worry. Senior Brother Xiong has had success in dealing with old and evil ghosts."
A certain senior brother and Wang Fu explained.
It turns out that Xiongtori went on a mission right after he entered the song. With the help of several fellow disciples, he killed an old evil ghost.
Now, his cultivation is even more profound, and it would be easy to do it again.
Wang Fu nodded, and suddenly found the compass in his hand spinning crazily.
The crisis is coming!
As soon as Kumasori left, another ghost appeared. Judging from Luo Pan's reaction, it was another vicious ghost.
"Brothers, something is up to you."
As soon as Wang Fugu opened his mouth, the ghost hiding in the dark immediately began to cause chaos.
Rumble!
The bluestone street below looked like it had been ravaged by ten excavators. Long strips of bluestone stained with fresh soil were dug out from the neatly arranged ground.
The entire ground seems to be divided into different areas by tofu cut with a knife.
The ground in different areas either sinks or rises, and begins to become misaligned with each other.
"Junior Brother Wang!"
Wang Fu looked back and saw that the ground Bian Yunlong was standing on was only a few steps away from him, but separated by cracks in the ground. He was moving faster than the rising elevator and passed him in the blink of an eye.
"Looking for a way out, let's meet up at the place where we just entered the town."
"I wish you a safe return."
The voices of other companions rang in my ears, but after a few words, there was no more sound.
This evil ghost hiding in the dark activated the power of the ghost realm and scattered them in all directions.
After a while, the ground under Wang Fu's feet finally became stable. He looked around and found that he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place.
"Stand where you are?"
Wang Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You don't know where you are going?"
It's such a disadvantage to play away from home. The enemy can change the venue at will, which is enough for you to drink a pot.
Suddenly, his expression changed, he took out the ax from his sleeve, and without hesitation, slashed it into the air in front of him.
Boom!
The ancient ax jumped and became larger, hitting the void hard, and screams suddenly sounded.
Fiery fire shot up from the ax blade, and then a ghost appeared in the air, embedded on the blade, and was gradually burned until it curled up and turned black, and then gradually disappeared.
"Want to sneak attack me?"
Wang Fu shook the long handle, and with a flicker of fire, the ghost disappeared without a trace.
"Oops, I forgot to put it away."
He was just taking action, but he forgot that he had a ghost-sealing talisman on him, which could seal this evil ghost.
Forget it, forget it, it's just an evil ghost, it's gone when it's gone.
In the gold mining town, there are more evil spirits wandering around than there are wild dogs on the roadside, which is not uncommon at all.
If it is a vicious ghost, it still has collection value. After returning to Yunyang Temple, it can be sold to the Ghost Suppressing Cave.
It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. The key point is that Wang Fu heard Bian Yunlong mention that the credit for selling ghost objects to the Ghost Caves can be exchanged for the time spent in the cave to select ghosts and test the power of spells.
This is very attractive to Wang Fu.
"From now on, I have to be a lone ranger!"
Wang Fu scanned with his Dharma Eyes and performed divination calculations, and came to the conclusion that there were no companions from the Thunder Fire Palace around.
Gold mining town is now shrouded in a ghost realm, and all methods of exploration and divination have been weakened and suppressed, so we can only take one step at a time.
…
"Hoo ho ho!"
In a dead and silent bird's nest on a large locust tree, both the mother bird and its chicks were gone, leaving only a cloud of gray air lying there.
Looking down over the lush branches, there are five hollow tree holes scattered on the trunk, and they are all full at the moment.
There is nothing else in the tree hole, only unconscious living people piled up and crowded, filling every corner. From a distance, it looks like a nut warehouse for squirrels to spend the winter.
The person is still alive. Although he is in a severe coma, his breathing is even and his condition is stable.
After an unknown amount of time, the bird's nest buzzed and trembled, and a wisp of smoke rose.
The gray air mass revealed its true form, which turned out to be a ghost that looked like a thin monkey, with broad fleshy wings growing on its back, as if it were borrowed from a bat.
What's especially important is that this ghost is a vicious ghost.
Around the big locust tree, among the rocks, flowers and grass, there are evil spirits lurking, guarding the evil spirits loyally.
In the gold mining town, there are many independent kingdoms similar to the big locust tree. They are all evil ghosts who rule the land and become kings. They each hoard "food" to practice and grow stronger.
Flying Monkey Mandrill is the name of this fierce ghost.
This thing is good at flying, coming and going like the wind, and is extremely difficult to catch. It is even more cunning, cruel and cold-blooded.
The big locust tree is his old nest, and the living people hidden in the hole of the tree are the food he has stored up. When the mood comes, he will eat a few bites to satisfy his craving. The remaining time seems to be sleeping, but in fact he is practicing.
After the flying monkey mandrill woke up, it turned into a wisp of air, passed through the gaps in the leaves, spread around the branches, penetrated into a tree hole, hovered over the faces of living people, and quickly selected its target.
"Squeak!"
The flying monkey mandrill stretched out two sharp little claws and patiently separated the hair of the unconscious living person. This was his usual eating habit.
Starting from the head, the hard skull was in front of him. When it was torn open, it was like a piece of paper. Before the prey even noticed it, the brain was pulled out by the ghost claws and swallowed up.
This time, it was just one of countless times that the flying monkey mandrill had eaten.
But he didn't expect that it would be the only failure in his life, and it would also be the last time.
"Destroy it!"
Under the empty tree, a figure suddenly appeared, holding a long-handled ax and striking the flying monkey mandrill vertically.
Invisibility charm!
The cold light suddenly appeared, followed by intense fire that condensed into a thin line of high temperature.
The flying monkey mandrill flapped its wings and was about to fly away quickly, but the next moment, his whole body became stiff and he could not move.
Shaping spell!
The scorching hot ax cut the flying monkey mandrill in half without hesitation, causing it to disperse into air currents on the spot.
Before the other party could recover, the figure took out a bamboo tube and put two masses of air into it.
Ghost sealing talisman!
"Done!"
Wang Fu patted the bottom of the bamboo tube, and the light of the ghost sealing talisman flickered a few times and disappeared.
A ferocious ghost was obtained, and his efforts to hide beside the big locust tree for several days were in vain.