long night walk

Chapter 286
He has been practicing Taoism for more than two hundred years. Although he has not survived the calamity, he has already reached the realm of the seventh grade of Chengling.

Although the cultivation base is less than the Nine Classics of Taixuan, the Ten Cangwu Tibetans, and the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, but in terms of reputation and background, it is above them.

In addition, over the years, he has extremely rich experience in the way of hunting ghosts, and he has also conquered several thousand-year-old ghosts, made them surrender to them, and accepted them as the classic battles of his subordinates.

This made him more confident. Under the calamity, no one could escape from the specter who had been entered into the book by his judge's notebook!
However, he never thought that this ghost man had the terrifying talent to be able to use his own strength to peel his bones and refine his own ghost weapons.

3000 years of ghosts, plus high-grade ghost weapons, this is not something he can deal with.

You must get out of here as soon as possible.

Ying Xiu hugged Baili Xianxian Yingying's waist, her brows were calm, and she kept dodging towards the exit.

He hadn't thought about putting himself in unnecessary danger, but he wouldn't be despicable enough to use the lives of these two juniors to delay time.

When passing by the wrong way with Bailian, he freed one hand, went to pull Fang Geyu's arm, and reminded Bailian: "Don't be in love, the power of high-quality ghost weapons is extraordinary, abandon the coffin and evacuate!"

Bai Li'an didn't listen to him, and still didn't take a step back, and Fang Geyu also had a look of disgust, and waved his sword away from his outstretched hand.

Ying Xiu said, "Don't be ignorant of lifting—"

Before he finished speaking, he finally realized something, and his pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes!

I saw that where Bailian was standing, there was a black shadow with a diameter of one meter covering the ground, giving people a thick and sticky feeling.

Like the death swamp in the dangerous forest, in the black shadow, several dark ghost hands stretched out, and the old trees held his legs tightly.

Not going back...

There is absolutely no way to go back!

But at this time, You Guilang's long black nails were beating the leather drum. Behind him, on the left and right sides, two black corpse coffins stood up in the black gas condensation.

The face of the coffin was propped up by a pair of palms as thick and black as iron. A horned ghost walked out of the coffin and roared, and there were two pits on the ground that seemed to have been smashed by a meteorite.

The two horned ghosts disappeared at the same time, and instantly appeared in front of Baili'an at the same time, slamming into the face of the Suzaku coffin.

Bailian's chest trembled, and there was an extremely suppressed groan from his throat, and a bright red blood line overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Horned ghosts are one of the most powerful and terrifying ghosts in the flesh, and they are also called savage ghosts. Generally, they have few spiritual power nodes before their death, and they are martial arts practitioners who major in the physical body and minor in spiritual power.

After their corpses are turned into ghosts, their power will only be stronger or weaker than before they were alive.

The domineering and powerful energy passed from the face of the coffin to between his palms, and there was a sour creaking sound between the arm bones.

If it weren't for the fact that Bai Lian was in the body of a corpse demon who had been sleeping for more than 200 years, his arm would have been bloody and shattered, and the heavy coffin would have collapsed, crushing him and Fang Geyu behind him into minced meat.

What followed was a wrestling stalemate.

Looking at his slightly trembling arms, as well as his tense shoulder blades and back, as if this body was bearing an extremely terrifying power, Fang Geyu couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hold the robe around his waist.

Bailian crossed half of his cheeks, the scarlet blood on the corners of his lips made his complexion even paler, his voice was muffled, but calm, he said to Ying Xiu, "Take her away."

Fang Geyu is not the kind of person who resists hypocrisy. He glanced at Ying Xiu very cleanly: "Which hand you dare to touch Miss Ben, I will cut your hand."

The kindness of strangers is limited, and Ying Xiu is also a noble boy from a noble birth, so Fang Geyu will not lose his head because of his good-looking appearance, and rush forward to ask for help.

He didn't say a word, picked up Baili Xianxian horizontally, and disappeared into the long and narrow tunnel of darkness.

Yougui Lang coldly glanced at the female corpse Hesha: "Tonight, how about I use the skins of these two people and make two new clothes for you?"

The female corpse Hesha closed her eyes in pain and just turned a deaf ear.

Drums sound again.

Behind the two burly horned ghosts, two bloody arms came out from the skin and slapped the coffin face with a bang.

In the barren mansion, the yin qi that diffused in all directions surged along with the chilling drum sound, condensing under the four bloody ghost palms.

The green dust flying all around seemed to feel the extremely depressing and tense atmosphere. The dust that was as light as nothing was like iron sand with a negative weight, scattered on the ground.

Even the sturdy ground was smashed into tiny holes that countless rice worms had eaten.

The blood on Bailian's face faded, and with a puff, blood spurted between his lips and teeth, and then was blown back by the yin wind, spreading from his cheeks, dyeing the delicate and tender face red.

The arm clinging to the back of the coffin made a cracking sound, and the elbow was suddenly bent by the force.

He stepped back two steps, and the palm of his hand could no longer hold the Suzaku coffin firmly. The thick coffin hit his chest like a mountain. He did not leave his hands because of this. Guang, the most injured posture stabilized the coffin board.

When she was going backwards, Fang Geyu was also knocked back five steps in a row. She could hear the extremely painful and forbearing murmur from the depths of his throat. She couldn't help being startled, and immediately went up to meet him again. He held his stiff and tight waist like a stone, and raised his hand to wipe the bright red from the corners of his lips and chin.

Fang Geyu himself never noticed that her voice was so tight at the moment: "Don't fight hard, just shout when you are hurt, no one will laugh at you."

Regarding Fang Geyu's wiping action, Baili'an's pale expression was startled for a while, and then he turned his head awkwardly.

Avoiding her fingers, she gritted her teeth and said in a muffled voice, "I... I don't feel pain, you go out first..."

Fang Geyu was most annoyed by his tepid temperament.

Seeing that he was obviously trying to support her spirit, she didn't get angry. Seeing him hide more, she became more and more angry.

The gentle movement just now became very rough. She squeezed Bailian's blood-stained chin, straightened his head, and stood on tiptoe, forcing him to meet her eyes.

Miss Fang stared at his dark eyes, and did not forget to lift her foot against the coffin to share with him.

She raised her pair of small eyebrows and said angrily, "You just vomited blood! What are you still holding on, I said, if you are in pain, shout it out, you are all flesh and blood, you don't have to endure it like this, hurt. The pain is in you, if you don't call it out, how will others know if you are in pain?"

The blue veins on Bailian's neck bulged obviously, and the pressure the horned ghost brought him was no less than a thousand-pound boulder smashed into his chest from a high altitude.

He took a painful bite and stared at her faintly: "So what if you shout it out? What if someone else knows?"

It's just for viewing.

Besides, he had already passed the age when he couldn't hide the pain.

(End of this chapter)