Big dreamer

Seeing this situation, Shen Luo subconsciously let go of his consciousness to explore into the white mist, his brows gradually furrowed.

In the surrounding white mist, a large number of soul power fluctuations appeared at some point, and hundreds of people quietly gathered around.

"A ghost is coming." At this moment, Qinglu suddenly shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of Yin soldiers wearing ancient bronze armor rushed out from the thick fog in front of them.

Upon seeing this, Shen Luo was about to take action, but found that the ghosts seemed to have no intention of attacking and killing them. Instead, after discovering the two of them, they moved away and walked around them.

"What is going on?" Qinglu asked in surprise. .

"Someone is chasing them." Shen Luo said slowly.

After saying that, he restrained his breath, moved his body, and quickly shuttled forward. After walking a hundred steps, he heard bursts of roaring sounds from the front, as if someone was fighting.

After he chased for more than a hundred feet, he had already arrived at the edge of the black bamboo forest. The ground in front seemed to be cut off by a ghost and a god, and a huge ravine with a depth of ten thousand feet appeared. The corpse aura inside was strong and rushed into the air.

In front of you is the Yin Gui Stream, with two large mountains standing in the distance on the opposite side. There is a valley mouth where the peaks meet. That is the exit of the Shayin Valley and the other end of the hell labyrinth.

When Shen Luo was staring at the opposite side, a fire suddenly lit up in the deep stream below, and a huge dragon-shaped flame rising into the sky, like a brilliant firework exploding in the sky.

Among the sparks shooting all over the sky, a dragon bone armor with simple carvings appeared. There was a black smoke inside that condensed a blurry figure. In the palm of the mist gathered together, a black iron spear was held, and it was thrust towards the bottom of the abyss.

The evil energy surged wildly above the tip of the spear, and in an instant it condensed into the image of a roiling mountain and sea, and went straight to the bottom of the abyss.

When Shen Luo saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. The ghost in front of him seemed to be no ordinary ghost king. He had an aura that was straight out of the late stage of the fairyland. A ghost king like Qinglu would probably be difficult to defeat him.

"Haha, Netherworld Ghost King, is this all you can do?" At this time, a loud laugh came from below the abyss.

When Shen Luo heard the sound and thought it sounded familiar, he heard a roaring wind, and a huge spiral vortex emerged from below the abyss. The rolling evil energy was immediately absorbed and poured into the vortex crazily.

Immediately afterwards, a bright red robe soared into the sky, and a person was seen raising his hand high. An air pocket was vaguely visible on the pad of his thumb, and the whirlpool of wind extended out of that air pocket.

In the roaring wind, all the sinister auras in the sky were absorbed and disappeared without a trace. The big man in red robe followed closely, holding a blood-red sword in his other hand, chasing the Netherworld Ghost King and slashing away.

Shen Luo saw the court dress pattern on the bright red robe of the man and the phoenix wings swinging from the black hat on his head, and immediately recognized him. He was none other than the ghost-hunting master Zhong Kui.

At this time, Zhong Kui's aura was much stronger than when he first met, and he was already at the Taiyi level.

He flew up to catch up with the Ghost King of the Netherworld and fought with him with the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand. The blades of the sword and the light of the spear intertwined, and countless sparks burst out above the abyss.

"Rumble"

Bursts of explosions echoed above the Yin Gui Stream. The two people moved faster and faster, and their figures became more and more blurred. They chased each other and moved towards the distance.

When Qing Lu chased after him, he saw the two people chasing away, and couldn't help but admire: "Rumors say that Zhong Kui has died long ago, but I didn't expect that he is still here..."

Shen Luowei said nothing to him and chased in the direction of the two people.

"boom"

There was another explosion, and a black light exploded high in the sky. A bright red robe made a clattering sound, falling straight down from the high sky and hitting a dilapidated rope bridge across the Yingui Stream.

The rope bridge looked very old. The iron chains on it were all exposed, and the wooden boards on it were mostly decayed. It was dilapidated and looked shaky.

But when Zhong Kui's body hit the iron cable, it only caused a violent stir in the cable bridge, but it did not break.

After he stood up, he looked up at the sky. The Netherworld Ghost King was constantly absorbing the evil energy around him. His broken body began to gradually be repaired, and even the broken armor was recovering bit by bit.

However, the aura exuding from his body was much weaker than before.

"Are you still unwilling to surrender? If you continue to fight, you will only be beaten to death by me again and again." Zhong Kui shouted loudly.

The Nether Ghost King in mid-air remained silent, still just absorbing the evil energy and regaining his strength.

"You are stubborn. If that's the case, then I will send you to salvation." Zhong Kui narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand again, preparing to strike at the Nether Ghost King again.

"Cang Langlang..."

At this moment, there was a slight sound of shaking chains, and Zhong Kui's body suddenly froze in place.

Behind him, at the end of the iron cable bridge, a white figure suddenly appeared, with a rope tied around his neck, and his entire body hanging from the gate of the bridge, his figure floating faintly in the cold wind.

His face was pale, his eyes were completely white, with no black pupils in sight. In front of his wide open blood-red mouth, a huge long scarlet-purple tongue gradually appeared, extending all the way to Zhong Kui's neck, which was about ten feet away in front of him.

Shen Luo was slightly surprised. He had not noticed the existence of the hanged ghost before.

Just when he was about to step forward to help, Zhong Kui's figure had already twisted around, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a stream of red flames from his mouth, burning along the long scarlet tongue towards the hanged man.

However, as the flames rose violently, the hanged ghost seemed completely unconscious and showed no reaction at all.

His breath was slightly twitching, and a stream of green cold air flowed out from his nostrils, flowing down his long tongue. The air in his path was filled with cold air, and the moment it encountered the red fire, it froze and extinguished the flames.

A strange color flashed in Zhong Kui's eyes, and he obviously did not expect that the cold air of the hanged ghost was so strong. At this time, there was a sound of piercing the air behind him, and a black gun light went straight towards the back of his head.

When he tried to block with his sword, an even stronger cold air came over, causing his movements to stagnate.

But just this brief stagnation had already doomed him to failure.

Just as the black gun light was about to penetrate his head, a black light fell from the sky, and a long black whip wrapped in layers of whip shadows hit the gun light hard, smashing it to pieces.

At the same time, a figure quietly appeared behind the Hanged Ghost, it was Shen Luo.