Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Chapter 109: Ghost (fourth update)

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Dong Hongtian slashed with his sword. The force of the sword was like a violent storm, slashing many figures in the mist into several pieces, and the white mist was also blown away by the sword wind.

However, there was no joy on Dong Hongtian's face, because the touch of the sword in his hand told him that he had not hit anything.

The figure in the white mist quickly approached, layers of phantoms passing through his body.

For a moment, Dong Hongtian felt as if his head was split in two, and the severe pain made his steps disordered.

"It was you. Did you do what happened in Tianjiacun?"

Dong Hong Tianxu was furious and recognized that the person attacking him in the white mist was the kind of demon that Tianjiacun encountered that could attack the soul.

The unknown enemy didn't seem to bother to answer. Hundreds of faint ghosts roared and charged at Dong Hongtian from all directions.

In the end, Dong Hongtian only had time to swing a few swords and kill two ghosts. His soul was cut into cracks by the ghosts and he fainted.

In the thick fog, three figures gradually walked out and stood in front of Dong Hongtian who fell to the ground.

They were three men, both wearing white robes and large hats on their heads. There were several wind chimes hanging on the edges. When they walked around, the wind chimes swayed back and forth, emitting the mournful sound of a death knell.

The other person has the highest status and is wearing a black robe. This is an extremely strange piece of clothing. It is completely black and has no gaps. It is made of countless long black hair. It is deep and dark.

When the wind blows, this black robe becomes extremely vivid, as if it has an independent life. The cuffs, collar, and trousers dance independently, and the wrinkles reveal various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy like human facial features. It makes people feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet. rise.

"You go find the people who escaped."

The man in black robe waved his hand, bent down, stretched out a pair of palms as white as a woman, and grabbed Dong Hongtian.

But at this moment, light footsteps came from the opposite side.

Su Jie's figure appeared from the fog, and the two sides looked at each other.

"Well, I'm lost here, can you help me show the way down?"

Su Jie scratched the back of his head and broke the silence first.

"Deal with him and go back early."

The man in black robe was silenced by Su Jie and was speechless for two seconds before waving his hand.

"If you want to ask for directions, hehe, come closer and we'll tell you."

The two men in white robes had a cruel smile on their faces, and each waved a small flag, which was the soul-calling flag used to summon the ghost.

More than a hundred ghosts were darting back and forth in the thick fog, rushing towards Su Jie.

"You are too despicable to bully the few."

Su Jie took a step back pretending to be scared.

Hundreds of ghosts roared, and the bodies of the ghosts stretched at high speeds, like sharp blades, trying to cut Su Jie's soul into pieces.

"point!"

At the same time, Su Jie gave a soft drink and split his body in two. The real body and the shadow were staggered and separated. The ghost that was drawn into a sharp blade shape at high speed could not change its direction. It all hit the shadow air, and the real body appeared in dozens of places. meters away.

"Practitioner."

The two men in white robes looked shocked.

Before any further reaction could be made, a thin hum suddenly came from the void, like the sound of rain hitting plantains. In the thick fog above, tens of thousands of human-faced moths flapped their wings and swarmed down quickly.

The expressions of the two men in white robes suddenly changed. The wind chimes above their heads vibrated wildly, and there was strange sorrow and music, but it only cracked a layer of human-faced moths.

He took out the protective talisman from his arms, and the spiritual light shield that had just risen was corroded by the acid. Countless human-faced moths wrapped the two men in white robes into insect balls, and they could only hear chewing and screaming.

After a few seconds, the two men at the third and fourth levels of Yunling Realm were silent again.

When the human-faced moth took off again, nothing was left on the ground, and even the bones were devoured by the human-faced moth. "I'm sorry, you two. I like to use this trick to bully the minority."

Su Jie kept his eyes on the man in black robe and did not look at the two men in white robe who were being swallowed, because this person was the real troublesome one.

"Chongzi, from Guiling Palace?"

The man in black robe was not moved at all by the tragic death of his companion, and looked straight at Su Jie with a pair of lifeless eyes.

I thought Su Jie was just a martial arts practitioner, but he turned out to be a cultivator and a local demon cultivator.

"If I guess correctly, you are from Tianhunmen."

Su Jie made a guess, and the soul-calling flag allowed Su Jie to guess their identities.

"Tianhun Sect, inner disciple, Tan Qing."

The man in black robe took off his bamboo hat. He was obviously a man, but his cheeks were smeared with women's rouge and his lips were smeared with lipstick. He looked very strange.

"Stop now, I can pretend nothing happened."

Su Jie's voice was calm. Behind him, a swarm of human-faced moths gathered into a cloud, dispelling the dense fog nearby and leaving a chill on the battlefield.

"Your Excellency has killed our people, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to just walk away like this."

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Tan Qing's mouth, and a soul-calling flag appeared on his hand. Thousands of ghosts roared out and collided with the swarm of human-faced moths.

Thousands of ghosts broke into the insect cloud, annihilating souls, and large swaths of human-faced moths fell like rain.

Dozens of low-grade human-faced moths spit out acid, a powerful poisonous acid containing spiritual energy. Each time they spit out acid, a ghost can be corroded into blue smoke and dissipated.

As soon as they fought, the sky turned into a cruel battlefield, and a large area of ​​life was lost here.

However, the ghost with the incorporeal advantage has the upper hand in the battle.

"Oh, your Heavenly Soul Sect has crossed the border. This is the territory of our Ghost Ridge Palace."

Su Jie raised his hand, and a human-faced moth corpse fell on his palm. His eyes turned cold.

"Really, so what."

The corners of Tan Qing's mouth turned up, as if he was mocking. On the chest of his clothes, large strands of black hair twitched and shrank, forming a mass. A pale woman's face emerged from the mass of black hair, and finally crawled out slowly.

This is a woman with disheveled hair, her long black hair dragging to the ground, and a cold and ominous aura permeating the air.

Tan Qing's robe also faded to black, and he actually wore a ghost as clothing.

"kill him."

Tan Qing's smile did not fade and he issued the order in an understatement.

The female ghost stared at Su Jie with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and her black hair expanded rapidly, spreading towards Su Jie.

At the same time, black hair grew strangely on the back of Su Jie's head, and the fleshy folds of his scalp squirmed, vaguely forming the face of the female ghost.

"I hate it when people move around on me."

Su Jie snorted coldly, and on both sides of his shoulders, pale corpse hands came out of the flesh, and pressed them layer by layer on the woman's cheeks on the back of her head, tearing them off along with her scalp.

The torn scalp was thrown to the ground, and those vicious eyes were still staring at Su Jie.

The next moment, the Thousand-Handed Centipede emerged from the sleeve robe. Feeling the anger of its master, it transformed into a 30-meter-long behemoth and crushed the woman's face with its scalp on the ground with one foot.

Zizi!

On the abdomen of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, each pale corpse hand fell off independently. The corpse hands continued to split and gathered into a dense wave of corpse hands. Each wave was higher than the previous wave, drowning the incoming black hair.

The huge body moved like a train, and the Thousand-Handed Centipede rumbled and crushed in front of the female ghost.

(End of this chapter)