The Dream Master

At this time, the horse-faced ghost was full of consternation, did not answer, just kept muttering in his mouth:

"You are really sinking? Impossible, impossible... How could you appear here, how could you still be alive?"

"What are you talking nonsense!" Shen Luo was so startled by his thoughtless words, he scolded.

"Quickly...let me down, I have something to tell you!" The horse-mian ghost finally recovered and shouted excitedly.

After Shen Luo hesitated for a while, feeling that the horse-faced ghost breath was not threatening at all, immediately the mana in the body started running, flowing into the short spear in his hand along the meridian.

As the short spear "tipped" the ground, a circle of flames rose, and he realized that the mana in his dantian was quite sufficient, apparently maintaining his previous state of cultivating the third level of the nameless heavenly book.

He stepped forward, raised his short spear and slammed it toward the black rope tied to the horse-faced ghost, and a layer of flame swept upward like a blade, cutting the black rope apart.

The horse-faced ghost fell from the copper pillar and knelt down on one knee. The white mane behind his head was scattered.

It had just raised its head, and the tip of a musket touched its eyebrows.

"Say, how do you know me?" Shen Luo scolded.

The horse-faced ghost had a strange look on his face. When he was about to speak, the altar under his body shook violently. The rhythm, like a monster, was moving towards here.

The green ghost flames shuddered and flickered along with the view of the bones of the bones.

Shen Luo only felt that his mind was trembling with the altar under his feet. Just as he didn't know what was going on, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, feeling a little flustered for no reason.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the shouts of "Black Mountain, Montenegro" from the direction of the vibration. The sound was suddenly far and near, a little uncertain, sometimes like a person shouting, sometimes like a million people. The call is really unspeakable.

"Oh, it's the old demon of Black Mountain!" The horse-faced ghost stood up with one arm and got up from the ground, screaming in surprise.

Shen Luo didn't even bother to question the horse-faced ghost again. He looked up to find his reputation, and saw a vaguely black giant mountain emerging from the direction of the distant vibration.

Even if he didn't know what the "Black Mountain Old Demon" was, he knew that it was definitely not easy to deal with by looking at the current battle. So he hurriedly picked up all the short guns on the ground and put his back behind him, turned around for a short run, and suddenly jumped off. After the altar, he planned to stay away from here as soon as possible.

"Hey, Shen Luo, wait for me..." The horse-faced ghost shouted, jumped off the altar, and pursued it.

Shen Luo ignored the horse-faced ghost, but ran forward on his own.

This person and ghost, like this, rushed in a direction that was contrary to that "Black Mountain Old Demon".

However, before they could run far away, Shen Luo heard the sound of a gust of wind whistling behind him, and couldn't help but look back, and his heart suddenly froze.

I saw the yellow cloud above the altar suddenly surging rapidly, and a huge and distorted grimace appeared inside.

The face was unclear, and only the fuzzy outline of the facial features could be seen. The position of his mouth suddenly widened, and a huge opening spanning the entire cheek was cracked directly. The yellow clouds inside were tossing and rolling, and there was a shocking wave. Inspiring suction.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Luo saw that the entire altar under the giant face began to shake violently, suddenly rising from the ground, and flying into the mouth of the giant face along with the shrill roars of those ghosts.

"Jiejie, don't want to escape..." There was a strange laughter from the sky.

The huge face tilted suddenly, looking down the earth from a vertical position, turning into a squint forward. The yellow clouds around it suddenly turned black and turned into a howling wind.

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

"Sinking, it's useless, this old black mountain demon is the ghost king in the out-of-aperture stage, you and I can't escape at all." Ma Miangui shouted from behind.

As soon as their words fell, the yellow clouds above their heads suddenly turned into pitch black, and the clouds in the middle of the clouds surged violently, and a huge black giant hand poked out from it, like a five-finger mountain.

Shen Luo looked up, and saw that the huge hand really covered the sky, and they couldn't run out of the area covered by it at their speed, and it was completely meaningless to continue forward.

"Die die, fight..." He turned his mind, suddenly stopped, and suddenly turned around.

He raised his hand to remove a short spear from his body, poured the mana into it, held it with one hand, and made a run forward slightly, with a sharp wave of his forearm, and threw it diagonally upward.

At the moment the short spear was injected with mana, a circle of scarlet flames rose on the surface, with a burst of air breaking sound, and it shot at the black giant hand like an arrow.

"Boom" loudly!

The moment the flame lance hit the giant hand, it burst open.

However, that small short gun was too small compared to the giant hand that covered the sky. Even if it exploded, it was just like a small group of fireworks lit up in the night, and after a flash, it dissipated.

The giant black hand didn't even pause, and it continued to press downward.

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

Shen Luo frowned, then took a short spear from his body, injected mana again, and threw it into the air of a flame short spear.

One shot flew out, and then another shot, and the sound of howling was repeated.

With a single breath, he threw all the remaining six flaming lances, which are also magic weapons, as ordinary weapons.

Although he still can't really control the magic weapon, the power he exerts with brute force and mana force infusion is far more than ordinary magic weapon.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of explosions in the high altitude continued to explode, and the power of the musket explosion was superimposed on layers, and finally from a small firework, it gathered into a huge sea of ​​fire.

Shen Luo didn't care about the result. After groping for a while in his sleeve, he took out the small gun that was so long and exuding a chill.

He clenched the small spear in both hands, and the nameless exercises in his body circulated extremely fast, and the mana rushed out of his dantian without reservation, almost all of it was poured into it.

The white light on that crystal small gun suddenly rose sharply, and it rose directly into a long ice spear.

"go with!"

Shen Luo screamed in his mouth, exhausted all his energy again, and threw the ice spear diagonally upward.