Big dreamer

The horse-faced ghost was now full of astonishment. He did not answer, but kept muttering:

"Are you really Shen Luo? Impossible, impossible... How could you appear here, how could you still be alive?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Shen Luo was really shocked by his nonsense words, and he scolded.

"Quick... put me down, I have something to tell you!" The horse-faced ghost finally came back to his senses and shouted excitedly.

After a slight hesitation, Shen Luo felt that the breath of the horse-faced ghost was not threatening at all. He immediately started to operate the mana in his body and flowed into the short gun in his hand along the meridians.

As the short gun "teng" a circle of flames rose, he realized that the mana in his dantian was quite sufficient, and it was obvious that he had maintained the state of practicing the third level of the nameless heavenly book before.

He took a step forward, raised the short gun and fiercely picked at the black rope tied to the horse-faced ghost. A layer of flames slashed upward like a blade, cutting the black rope.

The horse-faced ghost fell from the bronze pillar, staggered and knelt on one knee, with the white mane behind his head spread out.

It just raised its head, and the tip of a musket was pressed against its forehead.

"Tell me, how do you know me?" Shen Luo shouted.

The horse-faced ghost had a strange expression on his face. When he was about to speak, the altar under him suddenly vibrated violently, and the rhythm was as if some huge monster was moving towards here.

The green ghost flames on the white bones next to him also trembled and flashed.

Shen Luo felt that his mind was shaking with the altar under his feet. He didn't know what happened, but suddenly he felt a chill on his back and felt a little panic for no reason.

Then, he heard a series of shouts of "Black Mountain, Black Mountain" coming from the direction of the vibration. The sound was sometimes far and sometimes near, a little ethereal, sometimes like one person shouting, sometimes like thousands of people calling, it was really weird.

"Oh no, it's the Black Mountain Old Demon!" The horse-faced ghost propped up with one arm, climbed up from the ground, and screamed.

Shen Luo didn't want to interrogate the horse-faced ghost anymore. He looked up and saw a dark giant mountain emerging in the direction of the vibration in the distance.

Even if he didn't know what kind of monster "Black Mountain Old Demon" was, just looking at the current situation, he knew that it was definitely not easy to deal with, so he hurriedly picked up all the short guns on the ground and put them behind his back, turned around and trotted, jumped off the altar, and planned to get away from here as soon as possible.

"Hey, Shen Luo, wait for me..." The horse-faced ghost shouted, also jumped off the altar, and chased after him.

Shen Luo ignored the horse-faced ghost and just ran forward.

The man and the ghost ran in the opposite direction of the "Black Mountain Old Demon".

However, before they ran far, Shen Luo heard the sound of a whistling wind behind him. He couldn't help but look back, and his heart was suddenly startled.

The yellow cloud above the altar suddenly surged at a high speed, and a huge and distorted ghost face appeared inside.

The ghost face was unclear, and only the vague outline of the facial features could be vaguely seen. Its mouth suddenly opened wide, and a huge gap across the entire cheek was directly cracked. The yellow cloud inside rolled and rolled, and a breathtaking suction was transmitted.

Then, Shen Luo saw the entire altar under the giant face began to shake violently, and suddenly rose from the ground. Amid the shrill roars of those ghosts, the ten white bone Jingguan flew into the giant face's mouth together.

"Hehe, don't even think about escaping..." A strange laugh came from the sky.

The giant face suddenly tilted, from looking down at the earth vertically to looking sideways forward, and the yellow clouds around it suddenly became extremely dark, turning into a whistling wind, chasing Shen Luo and the others.

Shen Luo cursed in his heart, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only run forward desperately.

"Shen Luo, it's useless, this Black Mountain Old Monster is a ghost king in the out-of-body stage, you and I can't escape like this." The horse-faced ghost shouted loudly behind him.

As soon as his voice fell, the yellow clouds above their heads suddenly turned black, and the clouds in the middle surged violently. An extremely huge black giant hand stretched out from it, crushing down like a five-finger mountain.

Shen Luo looked up and saw that the giant hand was really big enough to cover the sky. At their speed, they couldn't escape the range covered by it at all, and it was meaningless to continue rushing forward.

"Let's die, fight..." He made up his mind, suddenly stopped and turned around.

He raised his hand to take a short gun from his body, poured magic power into it, held it in one hand, ran forward a little, swung his arm violently, and threw it diagonally upward.

The moment the magic power was injected into the short gun, a circle of red flames rose on the surface, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it shot towards the black giant hand like an arrow.

"Boom"!

The moment the flame short gun hit the giant hand, it actually exploded directly.

However, compared with the giant hand covering the sky, the small short gun was too small. Even if it exploded, it was just like a small group of fireworks lit up in the night, flashing and then dissipating.

The black giant hand did not even pause for a moment, and continued to press down.

"It's useless, I can't stop it..." The horse-faced ghost stood side by side with Shen Luo, shaking his head repeatedly.

Shen Luo frowned, took out another short gun from his body, injected mana into it again, and turned it into a flame short gun and threw it into the air.

One gun flew out, followed by another, and the whistling sound continued.

He actually threw the remaining six flame short guns, which were also magic weapons, as ordinary weapons in one breath.

Although he could not really control the magic weapon, the power he exerted by brute force and the forced infusion of mana was far greater than that of ordinary talisman weapons.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of explosions continued in the sky, and the power of the fire gun explosions was superimposed layer by layer, and finally from a small group of fireworks, it gathered into a huge sea of ​​fire.

Shen Luo did not care to see the result. After a brief groping in his sleeve, he took out the small gun that was about a foot long and exuded a chilling aura.

He held the small gun tightly with both hands, and the nameless skills in his body were running at a high speed. All the mana rushed out from his dantian without reservation, and almost all of it was poured into it.

The white light on the crystal spear suddenly increased, and it actually grew directly into an ice spear about ten feet long.

"Go!"

Shen Luo shouted loudly, and once again used all his strength to throw the ice spear diagonally upwards.