Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 87

As the ghosts constantly pouring out of the black flag rushed towards the young Taoist priest, his expression gradually became ugly.

The young Taoist priest originally thought that with his cultivation of the seventh level of qi refining, the golden Zhufei sword in his hand and the two low-grade middle-grade fire python talismans given by his master before, he should be safe to go out this time.But he didn't expect that he would meet such a ruthless and cruel cultivator when he went to an ordinary sect in the world.

Deliberately urging the flying sword to kill the ghosts all over the sky, but the golden streamer transformed by the flying sword was tightly entangled by the insect corpse and could not be taken back.

In just a cup of tea, more than half of the spiritual power in his body has been consumed, but the ghosts in the Hundred Ghost Banner seem to be endless. If this continues, once the spiritual power is exhausted, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Hu Yizhi and Master Lin Feng guarded the disciples behind with long swords in their hands. Often, the long swords in their hands had to be slashed several times in order to annihilate the phantoms that rushed to them.

Fortunately, most of the Tongtong ghosts were driven by the black-robed youths to pounce on the young Taoist priests, so the few sporadic fish that slipped through the net did not pose much threat to them for a while.

As soon as the Hundred Ghost Banner came out, everyone on the field was flustered and caught off guard.

But the black-robed young man in the golden mask suddenly shook his head at this moment, and said in a regretful tone, "It's a pity that I, the ghost king among the hundred ghost banners, has not yet fully developed, otherwise the power will definitely not stop there."

Then, his hands were tangled, and he played several spells at the black flag floating in the air.

I saw the dark ghostly aura above the black banner suddenly surging violently, a black vortex gathered by the ghostly aura gradually formed, and a huge cyan ghost claw protruded from the center of the vortex, above the ferocious ghost claw, five jet-black Sharp nails gleamed.

Seeing this, the young Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, and he immediately took out another talisman from his bosom, and threw it into the air without hesitation.

The yellow talisman turned into a giant flaming python about three feet long in the air, and the flaming python circled around the heads of the crowd, annihilating hundreds of ghosts wherever it passed.

And the fire python's original huge size was only less than two feet under the erosion of so much ghost energy. It turned around shaking its head and tail, and rushed towards the vortex on the black flag.

At this time, the ghost king conceived by the Hundred Ghost Banner had just stretched out half of its arm from the black vortex, before it stretched out, the giant flame python threw itself in front of the black vortex, colliding with the black vortex suddenly.

There was a loud bang, and the giant flame python dispersed at the sound, and the ghost aura was surging above the black banner, and there was a faint tendency to collapse. There was a roar of unwillingness.

The young man in black robe saw that Baigui Banner had suffered such severe injuries, and his face, which had always been confident, suddenly changed. He hurriedly put his right index finger to his mouth and bit it hard, then stretched out his hand and drew a strange symbol in the air, and there was a red light The bloody rune appeared out of thin air and hit the crumbling Hundred Ghost Banner.

With the appearance of the blood-colored rune, the handsome face of the black-robed youth instantly aged, and his black hair was grizzled, as if he had aged three or forty years.

It stands to reason that the companion has aged dozens of years in an instant, and normal people would be shocked when encountering such a thing, but the woman in red behind the young man in black seemed to be used to it, and there was no difference on her face.

The ghost aura that was constantly dissipating on the Hundred Ghost Banner suddenly condensed at this moment, abruptly stopping the disintegration.

Suddenly, another thick ghost claw protruded from the ghost mist vortex, and the two ghost claws grabbed the inner edge of the vortex firmly.

An ear-piercing scream sounded in everyone's ears, and the vortex was torn apart by the ghost claws, and a cyan ghost with black ghost aura rising from his whole body jumped out of the shattered vortex.

The Ghost King from the Hundred Ghost Banners has come out!

Hu Yizhi immediately made a tactic with both hands, and a red fireball roared and hit the huge ghost king.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaolu, who was guarded by his master, also followed the formula and cast the spell. Two fireballs exploded one after the other on the ghost king's blue-black body.

Under the fire bomb technique, the black ghost mist covering the ghost king's body was instantly melted, and two scorched round holes were blasted out of his body by the fireball, and he let out a miserable scream.

As the ghost fog dissipated, the ghost king's true face was clearly visible in front of everyone. They saw the ghost king with a green face, fangs and a single horn, and a big mouth that was full of blood and roaring continuously.

It is completely different from those wandering souls whose bodies were transparent and only relied on instinct to attack just now. Not only does it have a solid blue-black ghost body, but it also seems to have some wisdom. Wait for someone to pounce.

Fire spells are already the most effective attribute against ghosts and ghosts besides thunder spells, but the fire bombs fired by the two of them can cause very limited damage to the ghost king. Not this ghost king.

But with their current state, not to mention a hundred and eighty fire bullets, even ten and eight shots are difficult to sustain. If they want to kill this ghost king, they can only think of other ways.

Seeing the ghost king rushing straight towards them, Hu Yizhi's face was cold, he tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, and raised his sword to meet them.

Lin Yan glanced complicatedly at the black-robed man who had transformed from a handsome young man into a rare old man in the golden mask, and then turned to look at the ghost king who had jumped in front of them in an instant.

A pair of sharp claws rushed towards the two of them with a whimpering sound of devil's cry. On the blue-black claws, ten curved and sharp nails gleamed darkly in the rising morning light.

The long sword and sharp claws intersected, and there was a clanging sound of gold and iron clashing.

Holding the sword in both hands, Hu Yizhi retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing his body after being shaken by the claw, while Lin Yan was even more unbearable, and was sent flying by the ghost king's claw, and fell to the side.

Qi Ruoyu in the mask moved and was about to rush out, but was grabbed by Li Huansheng in front of him.

"If you don't make a move now, when will you wait?" Qi Ruoyu raised her eyebrows, and said a little dissatisfied.

A meaningful smile appeared on Li Huansheng's wrinkled face, and he said hoarsely, "Ruoyu, don't be so anxious all the time, the good show has just begun."

The ghosts of Tongtong were all destroyed by the fire python talisman just now, and the young Taoist escaped. Seeing that Lin Yan was hit by the ghost king, Hu Yi was alone, so he hurriedly flew to help.

Luo Lin didn't know when he picked up a long knife from the ground, and at this moment, he was protecting Liu Xiaolu, who had no internal strength, and Fei Yun, who was seriously injured, and retreated to the rear.

The cultivation base of the young Taoist priest is obviously much deeper, and with a flick of his hand, two fire bombs hit the ghost king fiercely. The ghost king screamed in pain, and without hesitation, he left Hu Yizhi who was close at hand and chased after the young Taoist priest .

And Lin Yan got up from the ground with a pale face and rejoined the battle group. The three of them attacked the ghost king surrounded in the middle from three different directions again and again.

Liu Xiaolu, who was guarded by Luo Lin, stared closely at the figure of the green-faced ghost king who was constantly tossing and turning in the field, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart.

This ghost king doesn't seem very smart.

　Happy 2020 to everyone!
　　Mercury retrograde retreats, everything goes well!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)