long night walk

Chapter 285 Ghost Weapon
The silver sword, which has always been invincible, penetrated Youguilang's body directly, but like light penetrating the fog, it brought a black breath and was deeply nailed into the wall, not even the foundation of his body was damaged in the slightest.

This sword is actually ineffective against such a ghost!

Although Baili's was surprised, he did not lose his position.

In the world, all things are mutually reinforcing, and naturally there is no absolutely invincible killer.

It would be a bit ridiculous to pin all the success or failure of the battle on an unknown little sword.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of You Guilang's mouth: "Are you tickling me? Little boy." The ultimate move under his palm didn't stop, and under his palm, whether it was one person or two people, it didn't make much sense.

The green dust swept up by the wind on the ground suddenly solidified into a still picture, and then spread out in panic in an instant.

The sound of breaking the air is great!

Looking at the palm posture wrapped in the dark aura, Young Master Guijian had a calm expression just now, but he couldn't help but look a little solemn, and he was a little bit afraid.

It's not that he is afraid of not fighting, but in Ying Xiu's eyes, Fang Geyu's sword is amazing.

However, he was able to easily hit back with a light feather. Even if You Guilang stood still and took this sword, it might not be able to cause any substantial damage to him.

As for Bailian, it is even weaker that people can't help but feel pity, and can't help shaking his head.

I really don't know how these two juniors from the Kaiyuan realm got into the inner city. It's true that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and the ghost man's territory dares to intrude recklessly.

The presence of these young and young girls will only drag him down in the next battle. You Guilang is no trivial matter, and he has a heavy responsibility. Naturally, he will not mess up his plans and proportions for two unrelated people.

As cruel as it may be, this is the reality and status quo of the world today.

But what surprised him was that the young man who came from nowhere did not show any signs of timidity and retreat in the face of the fierce and prosperous You Guilang, and his fluttering sword failed, and he was still standing there. In front of the famous girl, her heart is really good.

What a pity.

Ying Xiu didn't have time to sigh in his heart, as if the palm of the god of death had already patted Baili'an head-on.

Without waiting for the palm of his hand to fall, this young man will die!

Bailian has neither a sharp blade nor a giant shield. Facing this heartbreaking attack, he is like an ant under a giant's feet.

Baili Xianxian was seriously injured and could no longer speak. She could only show a sad expression as she looked at Fang Geyu, who was stunned behind the boy.

The next moment, the two people who should have died did not die.

The green dust splashed, but Bailian's empty hands took a defensive posture, and a shimmer of light shone from the clear water jade between his thumbs, like fireflies flying out of the green leaves in the lotus pond at night. .

A huge and ancient...coffin board.

appeared in front of him.

The slender and stable fingers were supported on the other side of the coffin board. The coffin that accompanied him to sleep and shielded him from the wind and rain of thousands of autumns appeared in front of him again, and the wind and rain that was like a calamity fell for him.

The shadow of Youguilang's palm with an angry blow, carrying endless yin and evil power, slammed heavily on the surface of the sacred beast Suzaku coffin painted with golden oil paint like a mountain collapsed.

An unimaginable change happened.

The sound of the body being torn and the bones being broken did not sound, nor did it produce any violent sound.

He slapped it with a furious palm, as if it was slapped on the huge sea surface, with a deep rumbling sound, and soon returned to a deadly tranquility.

The palm of the hand is against the cold coffin, like the ice that floats up against Jiuyou.

Even though he was already dead, Li Gui, who had been with the cold for 3000 years, could not help but tremble from the cold.

The thick black air that lingered in the palm of the hand also seemed to fall into a dark deep sea and quickly disappeared.

Ying Xiu's face was stunned, his eyes fell on the Vermillion Bird mark on the coffin, his eyes suddenly narrowed deeply, as if he was a little confused.

You Guilang's complexion suddenly changed, and he didn't expect that he would welcome two little guys today, and each of the weapons he took out was weirder than the other.

If the big exam is imminent, have the daughters and sons of the immortal forces of all parties been brought here?
Yougui Lang sneered, and he was the one who liked to torture and kill these noble Xianmen disciples the most.

His eyes were full of murderous intent, his right hand was clinging to the face of the coffin, and he didn't take any force. Although he shot with anger, he only used a bit of strength to deal with two juniors after all.

With a scream bursting out from his long scarlet lips, the back of his right hand burst out with ferocious and terrifying tendons, and the pitch-black nails grew a foot long, and five pale white lines were drawn on the surface of the coffin. And sharp claw marks.

The left hand turned into a sword finger, and it came out through the sleeve. When the body tilted, the yellow-skinned small drum suspended by his side turned into a phantom and merged into the other small drum around his waist.

The two drums blended together, and the drum surface, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, with a yellow skin, was like splattered blood, and turned into a thick layer of terrible color like black blood.

The sword finger lightly tapped on the heavy drum surface.

This time, he didn't have any spare power.

The power hidden in the ghost weapon for more than a hundred years burst out in an instant, and the drum was double-sided. The female corpse's small drum was used to capture the soul, and the small drum around his waist could be directly used to control ghosts and kill people!
As far as the single drum is concerned, it is already a medium-grade ghost weapon.

Now the two drums are combined into one, and the power is even closer to the top-grade ghost weapon.

Seeing this, Young Master Guijian Yingxiu's expression was no longer enough to describe it as solemn. He lowered his head and looked at Baili Xianxian, who was pale, and said solemnly, "We must leave this place as soon as possible."

In the hearts of the world, You Guilang is a 3000-year-old ghost, and he has already officially embarked on a journey of ghosts, overcoming calamity and becoming a demon.

However, he was born in Zhongyou and was the only heir of the Empress of the Zhongyou Dynasty. He was born with noble status and held countless unknown powers.

There are countless immortal cultivators in the world, and those who transcend tribulation have their own way of thunder and cloud to know.

However, those who practice the ghost path are very different, but all those who pass through the ghost path, whether they become immortals or demons, are recorded in the Zhongyou Yin Scroll.

In addition to the female emperor Ying Ji, who can read the Yin scroll at will, he is the only one who has this qualification when looking at the entire Zhongyou.

This time, Ying Xiu came to Xianling City for the purpose of Ghost Mountain. The most terrifying Specter in Ghost Mountain was You Guilang. After leaving the homeland of Zhongyou, he couldn't help but investigate the recorded information of Youguilang.

Looking through the Yin scrolls, I learned that You Guilang has a fierce reputation, but his strength is far from reaching the realm of transcending tribulation, and at most he is only in the realm of inheriting the spirit with him.

Ying Xiu has the unique king's blood in the world, and inherits the most powerful ghost cultivation talent from his mother.

(End of this chapter)