Chapter 824

"Don't worry, as long as we don't take the initiative to provoke the creatures here, there will be no danger under normal circumstances."

However, situ Mo just finished.

There was a strong wave in the void, like a wave of animals, which was very terrible. Then I saw a dark ghost, skeleton and many unknown dead spirits.

"What is this?"

"What's the situation?" Fanyinqing and the three elders are staring at those ghosts.

They didn't provoke these things. Why did they all come out in an instant.

"This is the tide of all souls!"

"Shit, who indiscriminately killed the creatures here!" Situ Mo also burst into foul language, and a flood of dead spirits rushed towards them.

His face was ferocious and terrible.

"Let's go!" Situ Mo asked them to leave here together and move towards the depths of the yellow spring.

However, these things followed situ Mo all the way.

The quantity makes people's scalp numb.

"Situ Mo, we can't run like this. Otherwise, kill them all." Fanyinqing is eager to try and do it.

"You think of the all souls tide too simply. There must be a ghost king in the all souls tide. The ghost king is equivalent to the peak of wusheng, and the ghost king is almost invincible in the land of the yellow spring."

"Here, they can play a strength comparable to the martial god of the outside world."

Not far away, a group of young girls from the fairyland are slaughtering these dead.

In their hands, the immortal light kept on, and the golden chains of God flew out, penetrating through the dead spirits, but soon, more dead spirits flew out to eat them.

The little god of fire was full of flames. The great burning skill destroyed all souls with one palm.

In an instant, thousands of ghosts died and turned into ashes.

The woman of the great man in the fairyland made a seal in her hand, and the seven color ribbons danced, rotating like a Tai Chi pattern, forming a huge cavity, which instantly sucked many ghosts into it.

The five bird fans are in hand. One fan is a mountain turned into a sea of fire. Its own wind channel is 3000 swords, with him as the center.

A gust of wind and flames swept through all.

Burn all things as if to forge heaven and earth.

But these creatures are almost inexhaustible. Although they are fragile, they are better than many.

"Linchuan, it's all your fault. I have to quench your demon sword with the dead spirit of this place. Now it's OK. I'm in trouble."

Some people are as angry as, or even angry.

Linchuan sneered, "isn't it just right to use these dead spirits to enhance the strength of my demon sword?"

"Hum!" A group of people are very dissatisfied with this approach of considering only individuals, but they are in the same camp after all.

There can be no conflict for the time being.

"Don't talk big. Where there is a wave of spirits, there must be a ghost king."

"Ha ha, ghost king, are you strong? One, I'll kill one, two, I'll kill a pair. "

Linchuan doesn't care at all. The demon sword in his hand blooms endless blood. The scarlet eyes on the handle of the demon sword seem to penetrate everything, becoming more ferocious and terrible.

The power is also more pure and powerful.

"So comfortable, a strong and pure killing intention." Linchuan enters the tide of all souls, regardless.

Seeing that they couldn't stop him, they couldn't help but despise him.

"Since you're going to die, we won't stop you." This did not say, but expressed an attitude.

They all come from the fairy world, but they are not from the same sect in the fairy world. They all have their own forces.

It's just a temporary alliance.

Situ Mo chose a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. This is the highest mountain at present. Those dead spirits swarmed up. Situ Mo only needed one palm to knock them off the cliff.

Here, he can clearly see all the conditions of the battlefield.

"It's really the ghost of those unknown fairyland teenagers."

Situ Mo's eyes were cold. In the battlefield, not only they, but almost everyone was secretly scolding. Who caused the disaster.

The son of Fuxi holy land and the daughter of Nuwa Holy Land scolded one after another, "don't let me know which grandson killed the ghost here first."

"Or I will skin you."

They are also besieged, and even they can clearly feel the oppression from the dark place.

In the west, a black air shrouded the sky. It was dim and yellow, and the bloody sky was even darker.

Situ Mo glanced at the corner of his mouth, "it seems that a good play is coming."

"What good play?" Sanskrit asked.

"Promise!" Situ Mo pointed to the direction of black Qi.

When the black gas came, the dead spirits below seemed to be blessed. Their strength soared, and the ghost spirit was even more deadly. In the black gas, a skeleton man in armor walked out.

"Those who violate my ghost world will be killed without amnesty!" The cold, hoarse voice spread.

"The ghost king is so powerful. He gave a soft angry drink, and I felt dizzy." Fanyinqing gently holds his head.

"Situ Mo, why are you all right?"

"Because I'm better than you!"

“……”

"I don't want to talk to you anymore."

The Sanskrit sound was clear and full of Qi, and some were unconvinced, but what situ Mo said was the truth.

On the contrary, the three elders are the same. They are dizzy and their body seems to be unstable.

"Cough, in fact, the reason is very simple. Most dead spirits practice the art of soul, so their spiritual power is very strong. That's why ghosts can confuse people."

"Their every move is supported by spiritual force, which affects everything around them all the time."

"It's easy to restrain all this."

Situ Mo engraved a piece of golden light mantra in front of the two people. "Just remember this pithy formula and recite it several times."

The golden light mantra, like the ferry Sutra, is a special formula between heaven and earth to restrain the ghosts of heaven and earth.

Fanyin Qingbao tried with a skeptical attitude, and it was really useful.

The three elders also tried and nodded approvingly, "situ wusheng more and more impressed me."

The people present were greatly affected by the arrival of the ghost king, but situ Mo didn't respond here.

The ghost king under the mountain also noticed situ mo.

Situ Mo looked at him with no fear in his eyes.

Just at this glance, he had seen through all the ghost king, "the ghost king in Mahayana almost broke through the martial god, but it's a pity that he was still one step away."

"It's troublesome to kill you, but it's not impossible to kill you."

Then the ghost King stared at Linchuan, who was still in the tide of all spirits. He turned a bone knife into his hand and cleaved directly towards Linchuan.

Linchuan only felt the cold air behind him, and his killing intention hit him. He quickly stabbed at the rear with a sword.

However, under the influence of the spirit of the ghost king, Linchuan was unable to give full play. This attack was defeated, and it was directly shocked and flew out, with blood dripping.

More ghosts rushed up.