Harvesting Yin

The night is like ink, and the wind is raging. -"

When Zhao Xun and the others were shocked and turned around quickly, the black shadow with a hunched body disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard, in the field of vision, there is nothing.

Suddenly, there was a creepy "Jie Jie" giggle outside the courtyard wall, and then there was a "bang", and the entire courtyard wall collapsed!

On the road outside, at the corner, and in front of the village entrance, dense black shadows suddenly appeared.

They shrugged their heads, their eyes were scarlet, like sleepwalkers, quietly, slowly gathered towards here.

Near the collapsed courtyard wall, the rickety shadow of the old man in the daytime was surrounded by monsters such as "Little Boy" and "Xiaozao".

There was a gloomy smile on the corner of its mouth, and its bloody eyes looked at Zhao Xun and the others. Its two sharp claws, which were one foot long, had a cold light and black air, which was extremely terrifying.

"Brother Zhao..." [

Seeing the scene in front of them, Miao Ling and Sun Qiang turned pale and frightened, and approached Zhao Xun closely.

Looking at the monsters swarming outside, Zhao Xun looked more dignified than ever. Holding a spirit sword in his hand, he took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the two of them, saying: "You two and Junior Brother Yang are together, and you must not be separated. , These monsters are full of Yin Qi and weak in body, they should be formed by ghosts. Junior Brother Yang has practiced Zhiyang Kungfu, which may be able to protect you, I will do it first to test their strength."

After all, the light of the spirit sword in his hand soared, and he slashed towards the old man who seemed to be the leader of the ghost!

Seeing Zhao Xun stepping forward to fight, Miao Ling and Sun Qiang looked at each other.After hesitating for a moment, he still lowered his head and came to Yang Que's side.But I feel ashamed.Did not dare to speak.

Yang Que's expression was indifferent, squinting at the ghosts gathered around, and no longer mocking them, thoughts flashed in his mind, thinking about the countermeasures.

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang, and the radiance radiated, and Zhao Xun fought with the ghost that the family of three transformed into.The strength is even comparable, indistinguishable.

As for the other ghosts who gathered, their fangs gleamed.With a fierce face, he ignored Zhao Xun who was nearby, and surrounded Yang Que and the other three.

Zhao Xun fights really heartily, becoming more and more frightened.Glimpse this scene at this moment.First he was startled, then his face changed slightly, and he shouted in shock: "Junior Brother Yang, be careful, their target should be you!"

Zhao Xun's cultivation was advanced, and it would definitely not be a matter of time for these ghosts to take him down, so they surrounded Yang Que, who was only at the Jade God Realm, and planned to take the easy way first.

The old man that the ghost turned into.The cultivation bases of the four of them have already been figured out.

Although Yang Que gave him a bad feeling, but in comparison.He is still willing to entangle the cultivation of the primordial spirit first, and let those thousands of companions use their bodies to test for him.

It would be best if it could be killed; if something went wrong, it would be able to discover Yang Que's skills in time, so it could think of a way.

"Jie Jie..."

The courtyard wall collapsed, and the ghosts on the street, screaming strangely, gathered towards Yang Que and the other three like black clouds. [

The wind is howling everywhere, and the sky is dark.

Sun Qiang and Miao Ling looked at the scene in front of them, feeling heavy in their hearts, and there seemed to be a touch of despair in their eyes.

Even Senior Brother Zhao, who was cultivated in the Yuanshen Realm, was entangled by three ghosts and couldn't separate himself. How could they monks in the Jade God Realm survive in the face of so many ghosts?

They held the spirit swords, but trembled slightly.

In a short while, the courtyard was filled with dense numbers of ghosts.

They stared at the three of them with blood-red eyes for a while, then suddenly let out a scream, jumped up, waved their claws, and rushed towards Yang Que and the others in a dark manner.

"Stand back and don't move, their bodies are not real, and your spirit swords are useless."

Sun Qiang and Miao Ling's hearts skipped a beat, and when they were about to unleash the spirit sword in their hands, they heard Yang Que's unusually calm reminder to them, and then they saw a golden light shining in his hand, and a scimitar appeared out of nowhere.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, a burst of golden light shot out, and a scorching sun burst out from the light of the knife in Yang Que's hand, illuminating the entire courtyard and instantly melting the dozens of ghosts rushing towards him.

Immediately, the scorching sun dissipated and disappeared.

The ghosts at the back were startled suddenly, feeling the Sun's aura that had just passed away, their whole bodies trembled slightly.

But Miao Ling and Sun Qiang looked at the young man in front of them with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

"Ow—"

At this time, the rickety ghosts who were fighting fiercely with Zhao Xun suddenly roared. Those ghosts with frightened faces suddenly had red eyes and fierce faces. The lack of swarms!

"Brother Yang, be careful!"

Seeing this, Miao Ling and Sun Qiang hurriedly exclaimed to remind Yang Que.

A cold light flashed in Yang Que's eyes, the mana in his body surged, and he floated out, waving the scorching sun in his hands.

The golden silk threads fluttered like catkins, and the sky was full of golden light illuminated by rounds of scorching sun. In a blink of an eye, those ghosts who were killed screamed again and again, and the two were fighting.

However, those ghosts were not afraid of death. Seeing the death of their companions, they became even more crazy.

In less than a moment, the dark shadows in the sky covered the sky and the sun, red eyes were all over the sky, wrapped in layers, and people outside could no longer see the slightest figure of Yang Que.

Miao Ling and Sun Qiang's faces were pale, and they stared in horror at the ghosts densely packed like a beehive in the void in front of them. Their bodies trembled, and they stood where they were, not daring to move at all.

"Junior Sister Miao! Why are you two standing there in a daze, why don't you hurry up and call on Junior Brother Yang!"

Zhao Xun, who was fighting to the death over there, suddenly saw the majestic scene here, his face changed immediately, and he shouted to Miao Ling and the other two.

Surrounded by ghosts and ghosts, Yang Que had long since disappeared. His heart was heavy, and the spirit sword in his hand became even more ruthless.

When Miao Ling and Sun Qiang heard his shout, their minds were shocked, and they woke up with a start. The spirit swords in their hands burst into light, and they all slashed towards the densely packed ghosts and monsters.

However, the exercises they practiced could not completely kill those ghosts. Although more than ten ghosts were cut to pieces by them, after a short pause, their figures condensed again.

In a blink of an eye, it was intact, but the breath in his body was slightly weakened.

The two looked at each other, but did not dare to hesitate, raised the spirit sword in their hands, and prepared to slash at the ghost group again.

However, at this moment, that large group of black shadows crazily crowded together suddenly burst into strands of golden light, and then there was a "bang", the golden light burst out, and a super huge scorching sun slowly rose from the crowd of ghosts , and those ghosts screamed in horror, before they could escape, they were completely melted by the golden light like snow melting in spring.

When the scorching sun dissipated and only a few of the ghosts were left, Yang Que suddenly appeared with the shining sun in his hand.

"Junior Brother Yang!"

Sun Qiang and Miao Ling were overjoyed immediately, their faces were full of excitement, and their eyes were shining brightly as they looked at Yang Que.

Zhao Xun over there saw that Yang Que not only had no accident, but also beheaded nearly all the ghosts. While surprise was on his face, fear flashed faintly in his eyes.

The remaining dozens of ghosts looked at Yang Que in horror, they didn't dare to hesitate anymore, they turned around and were about to flee.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Yang Que's eyes, and with a wave of the scorching sun in his hand, the hot golden thin thread fluttered out. After flying a hundred meters, it suddenly broke inch by inch and turned into five slightly shorter silk threads, instantly cutting dozens of ghosts by the waist. broken.

With the golden light shining, the aura of Zhiyang burst out, directly melting the writhing bodies of those ghosts and monsters.

Sun Qiang and Miao Ling looked at each other, both were shocked.

Yang Que killed those ghosts without hesitation, turned around, his figure flickered, and flew towards Zhao Xun.

The old man turned into a ghost saw the scene where Yang Que beheaded those companions. He was terrified and wanted to escape, but he was entangled to death by Zhao Xun.

If both sides put down the attack first, whoever is likely to die, and Zhao Xun's cultivation is advanced, the damage to their bodies must not be underestimated.

Therefore, the three of them were riding a tiger at this time, and seeing the young man who made them most fearful also rushed over, they became even more panicked.

"Junior Brother Yang, well done! You help me block the front, and these three monsters will never survive!"

Seeing that there were only three ghosts left in front of him, Zhao Xun felt relieved, and when he performed his kung fu, the spirit sword in his hand fluttered like snowflakes, and the attack became more ferocious.

"Chi!" With a soft sound, the spirit sword in his hand suddenly slashed at the ghost with the smallest head, splitting him in half.

The two halves twisted and swayed. Just as they were about to heal, Zhao Xun's eyes flashed coldly. He bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a drop of blood, which landed on the spirit sword. not see.

Although he doesn't have the most yang body, his blood carries more or less yang energy, which is more than enough to fuse with the sword light to kill a ghost who is repairing his body.

There was a stern look in Zhao Xun's eyes, and the spirit sword in his hand kept slashing at the remaining two ghosts.

"what--"

A shrill scream resounded, and within a moment, the slender, girl-changing ghost was cut off by Zhao Xun, and he did the same thing, killing him completely.

The last ghost was terrified, its black light swelled up all over its body, and the mist billowed. Suddenly, a pair of sharp claws came out and shot towards Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun saw the sharp claws flying towards them with a serious expression, swung his sword to block, and said anxiously: "Junior Brother Yang, do it quickly, don't let it escape!"

Yang Que's eyes flickered slightly, and before the ghost escaped a hundred meters away, he waved his hand, and a round of blood-red scorching sun shot out, instantly catching up with the black shadow, and the light burst into it, blending it into it.

However, the black shadow screamed, and the figure suddenly became thinner, but it did not die immediately, and shot away again. (To be continued..)