come to the heavens

Chapter 380 The Consequences of Uncovering the Ghost Bride's Veil

"Hey!"

Ye Chen waved his hand to say hello, and asked the ghost bride who was sitting still and slim with a smile:

"Well, can you pull down the red gauze and let me see, I haven't seen what the ghost bride's wife looks like yet."

Ghost Bride:
She didn't answer, just stared at him like this, her eyes became colder and colder, so that the temperature in the ghost sedan chair became lower and lower.

This ghost sedan chair is a ghost weapon, just like a cultivator's magic weapon, but it is not refined by the ghost bride, but formed naturally.

The ghost bride is usually formed when the bride dies on the day of her wedding. The soaring resentment turns the ghost bride and the whole welcoming team into ghosts, and even the ghost sedan chair is turned into a natural ghost weapon. This is an independent space, in which the ghost bride The power of her will be greatly increased, and even ghosts stronger than her can't beat her.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Chen couldn't beat the ghost bride in this ghost sedan chair, the space was too small to take out the big knife, and there was no room to move around, so he couldn't even cast spells in such a short distance.

Fortunately, the situation is not normal, he has a Dharma protector, in this small space
A flawless but icy jade hand stretched out and hit Ye Chen, the body-protecting talisman and the clothes on his chest were smashed to pieces on the spot, and a huge yin energy pressed the pure yang magic power he inspired to press down on his chest, A cyan palm print appeared on the muscles, and the severe cold immediately spread to the surrounding skin.

"boom!"

Ye Chen was pressed heavily against the iron-cold ghost sedan chair wall, and he spewed out a column of white mist in one breath, and the pure yang mana circulated in the meridians of his whole body, expeling and melting the cold air that had penetrated into his body, and suddenly raised his head and slammed his forehead heavily on the There was a 'bang' on the ghost bride's head, but it was like hitting a piece of black ice, it was cold and painful.

"What an amazing ghost bride!"

Ye Chen knew how powerful it was after just one move, and he didn't dare to play with fire anymore. With a thought, he decisively summoned the spirit gourd, white light burst out, and a huge golden body crashed down, crushing the ghost sedan chair. The Dharma Guardian poured out of his body, and the air in the ghost sedan chair seemed to become viscous and solidified.

And the ghost bride seemed to be stimulated at the moment when the guardian god general appeared. The wedding dress on her body was automatic without wind, and the temperature in the ghost sedan chair dropped tens of degrees in an instant, as if she had come to the south pole in an instant. I also feel my hands and feet are cold and stiff.

"beat!"

The Dharma Protector will follow his will, and smash down his thick arm into a fist, colliding with the ghost bride's petite jade hand, 'Boom! 'The dark wind howled in the narrow ghost sedan chair, and a powerful shock wave pressed him heavily against the wall.

"boom!"

The ghost bride squatted heavily on the ground, and was forcibly suppressed by the terrifying power of the Dharma protector. Ye Chen rubbed his back and stood up, thinking that the Dharma protector would move a gap to the side. He walked in front of the ghost bride, In such a fierce battle, the red scarf on her head remained motionless as if it was growing on it.

After clapping his hands, he picked up the golden mace and gestured up and down in front of the Ghost Bride, saying:
"Be honest now, hehe, let me see what the ghost bride looks like!"

After speaking, the golden mace in his hand rested on the red gauze scarf and slowly lifted it up.

"Ok!"

Ye Chen felt the coldness and murderous intent in his eyes under the veil disappear quickly the moment he lifted the veil, and at the same time the turbulent Yin energy on the Ghost Bride slowly subsided.

"What the hell?"

He hesitated for a moment, but the curiosity in his heart still prevailed, and he slowly lifted the red gauze scarf with a golden mace, slowly revealing a white, flawless and almost perfect chin outline.

"what?"

Ye Chen was surprised. The face under the scarf was beyond his expectation. At first, he thought it was a strange face like a ghost welcoming a wedding outside, or a hideous and distorted grimace. He didn't expect it to be a beautiful face, but Some pale.

After a pause, he slowly pulled up the veil completely, revealing a beautiful young girl's face, wearing a phoenix crown and a scarf, solemn and sacred, this is the most beautiful moment in a woman's life, but on this day Sudden death by accident, the soaring resentment turned into a frightening ghost bride.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him for a while, Ye Chen's movements froze for a while, and the ghost bride also looked at him silently for a while, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The premonition soon came true, the ghost bride suddenly showed a shy expression on her face and lowered her head, pinching the corner of her clothes with her pale jade hands, and said softly in a soft and mellow voice:

"My family name is Lu and my name is Hanyu. I have met my husband!"

"Damn it!"

Ye Chen suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, he never thought that pulling up the ghost bride's red scarf would have such consequences.

Of course he knows that only the husband can pull off the bride's turban, but the problem is that this is a ghost bride, a ghost, the ghost knows that the ghost bride is also like this, standing in the ghost sedan chair and looking at the ghost bride sitting on her knees like a little daughter-in-law , Ye Chen felt a headache.

Outside the ghost sedan chair, the coachman slashed fiercely with his knife, and cut a little ghost beating a gong in half with one knife, and the little ghost turned into a cloud of Yin Qi and disappeared.

The four attendants formed a circle back to back and surrounded Wang Zhonglin in the center, holding a magic weapon in each hand in front of him. This magic weapon was a set, and a layer of white light gushed out from the magic weapon to form a circle around them. The circle light curtain blocks the ghosts in the wedding procession.

On the other hand, Wang Zhonglin threw the silver sword in his hand, stretched out his finger on the silver sword, a layer of dragon patterns appeared on the sword body immediately, and with a long roar of the dragon, the silver light on the silver sword skyrocketed, turning into a three-foot long line in mid-air The lifelike silver dragon flew out and pierced through several ghosts. The ghosts were burned with silver flames and quickly burned to ashes.

The silver dragon circled the carriage, and more than a dozen ghosts were wiped out. Seeing this, the old woman in front of the ghost sedan grabbed a handful of red flowers from the flower basket and sprinkled them, turning into ghosts with big fists and dragging red light, rushing towards them.

The speed of this ghost was extremely fast, and the silver dragon only swallowed half of it in one turn, and the remaining dozens of ghosts jumped over the silver dragon and threw white light at the four servants, hitting the light curtain and exploding with a 'bang bang', the light curtain shook violently dozens of times was forcibly torn apart.

But at this moment, Wang Zhonglin had finished casting the spell, and a silver ball of light the size of his head was suspended above his head. As he stretched out his finger, the ball of light exploded like fireworks and scattered into countless thin silver threads, and the ghost was covered by the silver threads. As soon as it was shot, it was pierced and exploded, and the ghosts all over the sky were swept away in an instant.

The silver thread remained unabated and fell to the surroundings like a rain of lasers, and the remaining ghosts and ghosts were shot through one by one into a sieve, and disappeared on the spot into a ball of Yin Qi.

With just two strokes, the ghost wedding party was killed, and the four attendants dispersed. Wang Zhonglin stretched out his hand and retracted the silver dragon into a silver sword. The knife also circled around and asked in a buzzing voice:

"Monastery Lord, is this patriarch dead?"

Wang Zhonglin shook his head:
"I think brother Zong's magic power is quite deep, and he is good at fighting. It should be fine."

　I'm so busy, I'm sorry for being late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)