This witch, please stay

Chapter 3 Hundred Ghosts Night Walk
The pitch-black twisted spear seemed to pass through the window of the guest room without any hindrance, but there was no unexpected explosion.

Following the appearance of the black spear, one figure after another emerged from the roofs around the inn, vaguely forming a circle surrounding the inn.

A gust of strong wind blew by, lifting up a corner of the black cloud that covered the moonlight, and the cold moonlight suddenly swayed down from that corner as if it had found a vent.

Light up those shadows.

Those monsters with a body and a snake head in the shadows, a strong man with five heads squeezed on his neck, a gray-black spider the size of a carriage, and a pale man who is half solid and half empty...

If an ordinary person sees such a horrifying scene, then a word will definitely appear in his mind instantly:
Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!

The cold moonlight seemed to make those ghosts a little irritable, like thieves who were seen stealing in the middle of the night.

Among the surrounding ghosts, there was a giant bald man with a pair of thick brown trousers and a coat hanging down his waist, exposing his dark muscles.

On his pitch-black skin, which seemed to have been washed from ink, there were twisted and coiled silver lines like small snakes, which invisibly added a hint of weirdness to the ferocity.

There are six symmetrical silver ring scars on his dark bald head. It seems that because of this appearance, he has a very down-to-earth nickname: Black Monk.

As for whether he was born as a monk or not, that is yet to be tested, but it is a generally accepted fact that he loves eating monks.

"Black Monk" The purple-black veins and silvery-white patterns on the arm of a coiled crouching dragon are bulging high, as if they haven't completely relaxed yet—the black lightning-like black spear just now came from his hand !
Although he was a little surprised that the inn was not blown to pieces, but seeing that there was no movement in the guest room, the "black monk" seemed to have seen that the beast in white had been nailed to death by him with a spear. Rotten fast!
"I've said it a long time ago, such a little bastard who doesn't necessarily exist in the Cave Heaven Realm, I'm enough to come alone!"

The rough voice of "Black Monk" is extraordinarily loud and piercing in the silent night.

The other ghosts also frowned slightly at this time, as if they couldn't believe that a devil who was more evil than them was crucified to death by that reckless man?

In the next moment, a silver-white sword light flashed away.

Then, among the ghosts and ghosts, those with higher cultivation levels felt something and looked at the "black monk" with some doubts, only to find that the big head with six silver ring scars had rolled onto his own body at some point. feet.

The image of the tall man on the hill fell limply as if his spine had been removed, and fell from the roof to the street, and the bluestone slab on the ground shattered into a small "spider web".

A figure in white clothes Shengxue appeared on the roof of the inn at some point, and looked down at his five fingers leisurely. Between the five fingers, there was a small silver-white sword slowly swaying in the moonlight. It looks like a silvery white swimming fish.

Flying sword!Sword repair!
A clear, lazy but obviously icy voice sounded in the night, and drifted into the ears of all the ghosts with the slowly blowing breeze:

"One mouthful and one little beast, it's really cheap for you to cut off the head with one sword."

After seeing the silver-white flying sword, the local ghosts who called themselves "big monsters" were already trembling, and they secretly thought of retreating.

Mother, this is a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator who crosses borders and kills people like drinking tea!

Don't say that you don't know this kid yet, oh no, the real state of this uncle, even if he is a "younger" who has just entered the Dongtian Realm, he will kill them without blinking!

A group of ferocious-looking "big monsters" subconsciously looked at the place in the encirclement that was facing the gate of the inn.

There was a young man in a pitch-black gown, waving a blood-red folding fan in his hand.

Seeing that the "son" didn't panic at all, and remembering the "evil deeds" committed by the "devil", the ghosts with not very hard bones felt the pain rising slowly in their hearts. evil thoughts.

Among them, some had their wives killed, some their daughters, some their mothers, some their sister-in-laws, and some their crushes.

Well, there are bachelors out of pure righteous indignation.

Just catch the female ghost and banshee to kill, it's not as good as a beast!

But before they could fully mobilize their emotions, they saw the figure of the "devil" in white flash and disappear on the top of the building. The next moment, that white shadow suddenly appeared on the shattered on the street.

The pitch-black head with six ring scars was crushed with one foot!
Between the splashes of the purple-black slurry and fragments, the voice that only remained icy-cold sounded again:
"Let's go together, there is no girl, don't waste my time."

The ghosts, who were startled by Xun Ming's identity as a swordsman and the astonishing speed displayed, were a little hesitant when they heard this, and lost their little reason in an instant.

He didn't pay attention to any coordination, and amidst the cracking of roof tiles, he shot towards the figure in white clothes Shengxue like cannonballs.

It doesn't matter if you are a sword cultivator or something, you must die for me today!

Just as this idea appeared in the mind of the ghost with the head of a bull, the world in front of him paused slightly, and then his back was reflected in his big copper bell-like eyes.

And before seeing his own back, he saw seven silver-white phantoms lined up neatly behind the white-clothed devil.

Seven Caves!
All the ghosts present, including the "Young Master" who was waving the blood-red folding fan calmly with a smile on his lips, all fell into uncontrollable shock and fear.

How could such a monster appear in a small place like ours? !
While all the ghosts were still in the horror of "Seven Caves", many of them lost their heads under the flickering silver light.

Between life and death, the enemy will not talk to you about benevolence, righteousness and morality.

What's more, if you kill a thousand of these ghosts under the sword of death, there will be more than one thousand and one of them dead.

The ghosts and monsters in the cave realm cannot be easily satisfied by eating one or two people.

The silver light flickered, and a thunder pool vaguely surrounded Xun Ming's body.

All kinds of evil spirits must not pass!

Seeing that it was only a few moments, those "big monsters" didn't even touch the corners of the white-clothed "devil head", and died in vain.

The red fan in his hand had fallen to his feet at some point, and the black-clothed "son" trembled and hurriedly took out a jade pendant from his sleeve, crushed it, and shouted: "Father, save me!"

After he finished all this in a hurry, his head slid straight down his neck.

Beside him, a white-clothed figure Shengxue patted the non-existent dust on his body, and said indifferently:

"Waiting for you for a long time."

On the street, one after another headless corpses and various heads were scattered all over the place. The various colors of slurry were like overturned paint buckets, dyeing that section of the street in a strange and variegated color.

The seven half-empty and half-solid silver-white phantoms slowly disappeared. Xun Ming raised his head and sniffed the increasingly strong disgusting smell in the air, and then glanced at the full moon in the sky that was already covered by the black clouds. funny:
"Today is exactly the full moon~"

The sect he belongs to is called "Slanting Moon Sect".

In the world of cultivating immortals in Dongshengzhou, there is such a consensus: "Don't fight with the lunatics of the oblique moon sect during the full moon."

(End of this chapter)