Such evil things cannot be blocked by the innocent energy in the future.

At that moment, it was like hundreds of frozen hands piercing into Wujian's heart orifice, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared in front of him, which was the entry of the ghost.

A hundred kinds of ghosts cried and howled, dyeing the bright moon in Wu Jian's eyes all blood-red.

Such a hundred ghosts have transcended the pure level of martial arts. Even if you really come here with a half-step Tianlist, you will suffer a lot of torture.

The mysterious man who had taken the initiative to attack Wu Jian smiled and pushed the Prajna ghost face on his face.

Seeing Wujian's body stiffened in place, Ling Xu Qianbian also lost support and fell on the ground. There was only a trace of disgust and malice in his eyes under the mask.

"Just just heard from the young hero, why are the Japanese willing to betray their body and mind for this little profit?"

The man said hoarsely:

"Young hero has too many good days. He doesn't understand the sufferings of the world. He is like having a hundred taels of gold and silver to spend in his hand, and he also laughs at those penniless people and is working hard for their livelihood.

The tiny power you look down upon is a great thing for those who live in hell, and not everyone is like you waiting for these geniuses.

If you can use your own will and talent, you will be able to obtain peerless martial arts and stand proudly in the world. Many people will suffer disasters but are unable to resist this humiliation from fate. In depressed, you can't wait to wipe your neck and avoid pain and be at your will.

For those who want to betray their power but cannot get it, it is very cost-effective to sell their body and mind and exchange the power of demons. Anyway, they have nowhere to do anything.

There are many such "Ghost Martial Arts" people above Japan's territory.

I don’t know which lucky person is tonight who can win such a good bone?”

He shook his head with a little regret, no longer planning to spend time on Wu Jian, who had been incorporated by a demon.

This genius swordsman is destined to die tonight.

He turned around and said to the two Onmyoji who were manipulating the ghost formation behind him:

"After the demon soul was properly collected, it set fire to the place. After a while, death row prisoners were sent to the island, and then the demon soul would be possessed again.

The disaster tonight was caused by you and others' unruly actions. This time it would be fine. If such a master helps a big deal, it would be better to die a hundred ordinary people."

He moved his fingers and said to the two pale-faced Onmyoji behind him:

"But if there is another time when no one else needs to take his life, I will send you to the underworld with my own hands!"

The two Onmyoji nodded in fear and responded. The mysterious man snorted coldly and was about to give some instructions, but unexpectedly, thousands of swords suddenly sounded.

He didn't have time to help him, but he saw the two Onmyojis in front of him being scattered by thousands of blades passing through his body.

Like a sharp blade swept across the starlight, there was no one in front of me, only two pieces of flesh and blood scattered meat.

"bass"

The sound of the sword erupted again.

The mysterious man turned his head stiffly and saw Wu Jian gasping heavily, holding the closed Ling Xu Qianbian in his hand, half kneeling on the ground.

His eyes were full of fatigue.

But there was no confusion and mania in her eyes that were clearly black and white.

He is still him, and he has not been torn to pieces by the hundreds of demons and replaced him.

"Brother Chen saved my life again."

Liu Zhuoran's breathing was heavier, and he said hoarsely:

"If I hadn't cultivated my soul and opened the sea of ​​consciousness, I would have fought this time tonight, and I would have really been swallowed by this Japanese demon and occupied my body."

He stood up shakingly.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, killing hundreds of monsters. This spiritual battle made Wu Jian feel exhausted from the bottom of his heart.

Since the spiritual cultivation has been achieved, this is the first time that I have shown my skills in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As a result, the first battle was to be unparalleled in your own spiritual world.

Fortunately, he was very capable and was in danger, but after those monsters were killed by Yu Shishi, the remaining various evil spirits also echoed in his heart.

It takes some time to resolve it so as not to be affected by the anger and turn into a human and ghost.

But before the rest, there is still the last ghost who needs to be killed!

Lingxu sword lifted up.

The blade at the top was peeled off and circled around the sword, echoing like a storm rolling in the sword.

At the foot of the toad mountain, there was only the last mysterious man in front of him.

"There is a girl waiting for me. I will take her to see her parents and decide on her life."

Wu Jian plucked his hair and said softly:

"How could such a big thing be stopped by such an ignorant demon evil spirit?"

The latter also knows that he should fight for his life, just like those Japanese ghost martial artists, who can push away their palms and crochet jade.

The ghost face fell down with regret. After a few breaths, it turned into a ferocious demon with a height of ten feet and a horn on his head.

Prajna!

The face was twisted and was similar to the ghost face. This man was really an elite man. Even the ghosts stored in his body were completely different from the charming bitches in other people's bodies.

This is a famous ghost.

He also betrayed his body and mind, and made a good deal, selling himself at a high price.

No wonder the person in front of me can use pure fist palms to repel masters like Wu Jian.

One person, one sword.

The ghost also raised his hideous claws, and the bloody wind blew a little.

In the killing place of corpses and seas of blood, it is like the next moment, when a person and a ghost are about to fight for life.

"Clang"

The sudden loud noise interrupted the foreplay of the duel. Wu Jian and the Prajna ghost looked at the other side at the same time, and saw another hideous figure, taking stiff steps, moving his fists, and stepping out of the forest.

It was a mechanic, wearing armor like red scales, with heavy recurved hooves trampling on the flesh and blood ground, with sharp claws and barbs fixed on both arms, and his head was completely like an evil monster.

There was also a heavy tail dragged on the ground, which was circling around in the sea of ​​blood, bringing a few rays of blood.

It's both crazy and heavy.

"Chen Qiu said, I want you to be beaten until half dead, and then let me help you. But I waited for a long time but didn't see you being beaten until half dead. If you don't appear again, this last fun will be snatched away by your powerful junior."

The vague voice sounded in Liu Zhuoran's heart with the secret words of the soul.

The remnant soul among the organs said carelessly:
Chapter completed!