Sister Sword

Chapter 113 The Secret Realm of Seven Leaves
After discussing it, they are ready to act.

It was still pitch black outside, only pairs of red eyes were fixed on the monks inside the golden mask, evil and penetrating.

Bai Yan put away the golden mask, and the ghosts immediately rushed towards the disciples. Fortunately, everyone was prepared and threw out the lightning talisman in their hands. There was a crackling sound, and the ghosts closest to them dissipated. Instant freshness.

The vacant space was quickly filled by the ghosts behind, and the disciples also adjusted their postures to fight.

All of a sudden, the aura of various spells and magic weapons kept flashing, and the spiritual power of the monks would cause certain damage to ghosts, but the effect was not as good as that of exorcising ghosts and lightning magic talismans, so everyone used spells in conjunction with talismans.

Li Gui has no entity, and its whole body is composed of black mist. These black mist contain resentment, evil spirit and ghost aura. The greater the resentment, the stronger the attack ability of the ghost.

Because these monks had experienced a painful death process before their death, their souls contained great resentment. Not only that, but they also had the bonus of the Blood Fiend Formation, which made them even more powerful.

Even though the disciples cooperated tacitly, they would still be injured in the face of powerful ghosts, and disciples were constantly scratched by the sharp claws of ghosts.

The bloody wound lingered with lingering black air, which was the residual ghost air after being scratched by the ghost.

There were too many ghosts, and the disciples did not dare to stop. The injured people took the healing pill and the clearing evil pill and rejoined the battle.

This battle lasted for several hours, until the disciples were exhausted and there was not much spiritual energy left, and everyone hid in Bai Yan's golden mask again.

The disciples gathered together to bandage each other's wounds, because Xingyue and others were behind the formation, so no one was seriously injured. They had taken the healing elixir, and it was enough to rest.

The ghost aura outside the golden mask was much thinner, and the dark light shone in through the floating ghost aura, adding a ray of light to the dark place.

The shrill howling of ghosts also weakened, and everyone's spirits were relieved.

"If you stay in this kind of place often, your mental endurance will increase a lot." Xingyue said, her spiritual energy was not particularly consumed, and she recovered soon.

"Indeed, compared to yesterday, I am completely unaffected now." When Zhao Xi was just meditating, she was not distracted at all by the ghost noises outside.

"Isn't this caused by the fact that we killed a lot of ghosts?" Bai Yan didn't feel that his mental resistance had improved.

"Indeed, it's just that the improvement is relatively small." Xingyue said affirmatively.

"I don't feel it either." Yue Changyuan said innocently.

"Of course you don't, because you haven't been affected by them from the beginning!" Bai Yan pointed at Yue Changyuan and said angrily. He didn't feel it at first, but he still said that, he was really going to die of anger .

"Forget it, let's rest for a while." Changxi changed the subject.

After everyone has a good rest, a new round of battle is coming.

This time the disciples responded more calmly, knowing from which angle they could better deal with Li Gui.

Just as Xingyue was struck by lightning and rescued another disciple, there was a burst of crying from the other side.

"Senior Brother Zhang, wake up, Senior Brother Zhang." A disciple of the Pilgrimage Palace cried bitterly and hugged a fellow disciple. The disciple of the Pilgrimage Palace who was lying on the ground looked pale and was obviously dead.

"Saint, please, save Senior Brother Zhang, save him." The disciple looked at the day and night pleadingly, hoping that she would find a way to save Senior Brother Zhang.

"Lin Qi, Zhang Zhuo is dead, and there is nothing I can do." Zhao Xi said with grief, and she felt uncomfortable when her disciple died, but now is not the time to talk about these things. Others are still fighting to kill ghosts. Continue like this.

"Why are you helpless, you are a saint!" Lin Qi said in despair.

"There are things that saintesses can't do, Lin Qi, cheer up quickly, look at the people around you, don't let Zhang Zhuo's effort be in vain." Zhao Xi said sharply.

None of the disciples who dealt with Li Gui was injured, and they were fighting at the risk of their lives.

Lin Qi wiped away his tears, put away Senior Brother Zhang's body, stood up, stared at the ferocious ghost with red eyes, and rushed to the front of the team with a weapon in his hand, one move after another, constantly performing attack.

His stern breath made the ghosts retreat for a moment. You must know that these are ghosts without thinking, and it can make them hesitate for a moment. One can imagine how much Lin Qi hates them.

The smell of blood would stimulate the ghosts and make them more irritable, but the death of the monk not only did not lower the morale of the disciples, but instead aroused everyone's fighting cells.

The disciples once gained the upper hand in the battle with the ghosts.

It wasn't until most of the disciples couldn't hold on anymore that Bai Yan finally released his golden mask. The disciples helped him enter the golden mask, and Xingyue and the others stayed behind.

"Lin Qi, hurry up and go in." Zhao Xi shouted sharply.

Only Lin Qi was left outside, struggling to kill the ghost, and let him in day and night, as if he hadn't heard, he just couldn't come.

Seeing that Lin Qi's figure was about to be submerged in the crowd of ghosts, he had no choice but to step forward and pull him back.

"Saint, just let me stay here, I want to avenge Senior Brother Zhang." Lin Qi said in pain, life is hard to bear, especially that person who was very kind to him and died for himself.

Lin Qi's heart is full of pain and guilt. He is just a young man who has just left the sect to practice. Where has he come into contact with this kind of thing? The heavy guilt makes him unbearable. I don't hesitate.

"I know you are suffering, but you are injured now, come with me, or you will die." Zhao Xi persuaded while dealing with the ghost.

"Chaoxi, be careful!"

At this moment, a powerful ghost quietly appeared behind Zhao Xi. Its sharp claws were extremely sharp. With one claw, several bloody scars appeared on Zhao Xi's back. Blood was spurted out, and then lying on the ground, life and death were unknown.

Xingyue only had time to shout, and Yue Changyuan's sword slowed down a step, and only blocked its next attack after Li Gui knocked Chaoxi into the air.

Lin Qi suddenly woke up, "Saint!"

He hurriedly resisted the ghosts around him, preventing them from attacking Chaoxi again.

Bai Yan had already rushed forward desperately, he carefully hugged Zhao Xi with both hands, trying not to let himself touch her wound, they quickly approached the golden mask, and Xingyue cleared away the ghosts in front of him.

After entering the golden mask, the disciples inside had already prepared a clean mattress, Bai Yan carefully placed the morning and evening on the mattress, and then fed her a top-quality healing elixir.

After Yue Changyuan killed the powerful ghost, he also entered the golden mask.

(End of this chapter)