A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 220 The Scary Ghost
When Bailu's giant palm fell, killing countless demons and ghosts.

A loud roar suddenly erupted from behind the gray wave.

"Roar!"

A huge spiritual consciousness rises from behind the huge gray waves.

With strong malice, it spread quickly.

At the same time, countless air mechanisms rose up in all directions, trying to lock her in.

"The boss is mighty!"

Thinking that the crisis was completely resolved, the giant mountain-like toad jumped up to Bai Lu with all its flattery.

The black frog's face was full of flattery.

After seeing Bai Lu's terrifying power, it has secretly made up its mind.

In the future, the frog frog will be the little licking frog of the boss.

Hold your thighs and never let go.

Feeling the malicious divine thoughts coming from all directions, Bai Lu frowned.

Then he glanced at the surging gray tide and sighed softly.

Roll up the giant frog and disappear immediately.

She knew the gray tide was coming.

This is a catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals.

If I use the Jiuling Pagoda to suppress it, I'm afraid it will wake up the real ghost bred in the Geshi Mountain.

In this case, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

The periphery of the gray fog sea.

A huge battlefield has been formed here in a very short period of time.

Gray mist covered the whole world.

The gray mist surged out, and one after another ghost phantoms came out of the gray fog. The dense crowd of ghosts occupied the entire space, dividing the unprepared monks into battlefields.

In the gray sky, the space is rippling, and Bailu walks out of it.

Among the ghosts, there was a noise of fighting, which caught her attention.

Thousands of feet away, several monks were back to back, forming a small battle circle, fighting with all their strength to fight the demons.

The dark ghosts kept squeezing into the middle.

The moment Bai Lu looked over, he saw a ghost suddenly turned into a cloud of pure mist.

A female cultivator was caught off guard by being wrapped around her waist, dragged out, and was eaten clean amidst screams.

"No! Junior sister!"

Among the cultivators, there was a male cultivator who let out a distraught scream, rushed out of the position, and frantically slaughtered those ghosts.

However, there was no effect at all. The ghosts that had been killed turned into mist, flew away with the wind, and then re-condensed in another place.

"Hoohoo!"

On the contrary, the bloody smell on the male cultivator drove more ghosts into a frenzy, overwhelming the male cultivator.

In just a split second, the impulsive monk was killed by the ghost, who was divided and eaten.

And there are only four or five monks who are besieged, like a candle in the wind, they will be extinguished at any time.

Scenes like this happen all over the battlefield.

This ghost riot came so suddenly that everyone was caught off guard.

It seemed that all the ghosts born in the gray mist appeared all of a sudden.

It rushed towards them all in one go.

Unprepared, many monks died on the spot, leaving no bones left.

Under the impact of these ghosts that suddenly appeared, the peripheral monks in the entire Gray Mist Sea have been divided into countless battle circles, large and small.

However, not all monks were overwhelmingly crushed.

The golden light flickered in some of the battle circles, actually blocking the mist formed by ghosts.

It was a rune invented by the Apocalypse, and it was made into a talisman and a magic weapon by some monks.

At this time, an unexpected power broke out.

There are also monks who practice purification spells themselves, which have a strong restraint effect on ghosts in the gray mist state.

There are also monks who manipulate the ghosts they enslave to fight back.

There are even people who are good at concealment formations, and directly arrange a formation around them, restraining their aura and breathing, and trying to reduce their sense of presence.

Let the ghosts attack other people.

The life-saving methods of monks are varied.

But the most dazzling thing in the field is the battle circle of the Nine Great Immortals.

(End of this chapter)