Legend of the Magic Axe

Chapter 363 Eight Ghosts

Nine hundred Yi and Wan'er felt that their bodies were firmly bound in place. Jie Jie's laughter floats back and there, full of demonic greed...

As the sound approached, a large white hand suddenly stretched out from the dark night sea. In a blink of an eye, it had covered the top of the two people's heads, and then grabbed the nine-turn spiritual lamp in Wan'er's hand without any hesitation...

It doesn't seem to look at the two people at all... There was a faint fear in Jiubai's eyes, and then the fear turned into deep anger. With a roar, he ran the power in his chest and wanted to take action. However, suddenly the anger in his eyes turned into incomparable horror. Because he found that he could only open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. The power around him has been bound by a stronger force... There is no way to mobilize the strength of the body...

At this time, the nine-turn spiritual lamp wick in Wan'er's hand jumped up and emitted a golden light. Suddenly stabbed at the big hand covered in the night sea... The vision suddenly aw, and the night sea began to fluctuate... The sound was continuous, and the big hand paused in an instant. However, the owner of the big hand seemed to have expected what would happen, but a slight setback in the air, a wild laugh, and approached again...

The harsh laughter echoed in the air, "If you really reached the realm of nine turns, maybe I would have escaped long ago. However, your spiritual treasure is just a turning state, and it falls into the hands of a master with such a low cultivation, but the tiger falls into the sun, Jie Jie... You'd better follow me!..." That big hand added another layer of strength. The light mask formed by the golden light of the nine-turning spiritual lamp has changed a little. The nine-turn spiritual lamp is still tenaciously resisting...

The harsh laughter is even stronger. The white big hand in the air suddenly changed like an entity, and fell down even more strongly... There was a sour sound in the air, and the nine-turn spiritual lamp finally lacked the master's control, but it persisted for a moment and finally slowly darkened...

"Ji Jie, still insist, let me destroy these two little things, and you will be good... Jie Jie......"

The big white hand in the night fell down like Mount Tai, and its goal obviously included 900 Yi and Wan'er. The pressure they felt increased sharply. An extremely dangerous feeling rises from the heart. Jiuyi gathered his strength to break through the shackles of the moment and protected Wan'er in his arms. The white big hand had been murderous and fell fiercely to the heads of the two...

At this moment, an extremely strong breath suddenly came from the void. A heavy blow came from the depths of the night sea, and the strange force quickly and abnormally hit the two people, and their bodies suddenly disappeared in the air. The big white hand fell heavily to the local area, and the huge cyclone in the air suddenly rose, flying sand and stones, which made people palpitate...

Ji Jie, who is he? Come out..."

The night was shaking, and there was a sad horse hiss. A huge figure appeared in the narrow streets of Willow Lane. The figure was unusually tall, ** a black leopard. The black leopard's whole body is black peach blossoms, its head is like steel, the child is like a diamond, its blood basin is big, and its eyes are like a burning ghost fire. Legend has it that although this black leopard is also a kind of horse, it is a variant of horse and wind leopard. It is a kind of prefecture-level eight-order warcraft. It usually does not eat grass, but only eats flesh and blood, which is extremely fierce...

The tall and abnormal figure, riding on the black leopard, is like a demon god. In the night sea, there is a layer of hazy fog on his face. He can't see his appearance clearly. Only a pair of eyes emits a gloomy ghost and burns in the sea of night... Staring at the void...

"Come out, Mei Niang, or don't blame me for being rude..." The ghostly voice echoed in the air, from the demon-like population on the black leopard.

Aunuch Mei, who trembled faintly in the night sea, dressed in moonlight clothes and sneered, came out of the night. The hazy light behind her shook, and the figures of Jiubaiyi and Waner gradually became clear...

Ji Jie, I didn't expect that the famous Meiwu Mountain God was hidden in such an inconspicuous small place. No wonder I can't find you even if I search all over the world..." The man riding on the black leopard smiled proudly. His voice is sharp and gloomy, forming a huge contrast with his huge figure... His palm turned over, and there were suddenly many white figures in the boundless night sea. As soon as he appeared, he surrounded Aunt Mei and several people...

"The ghost mansion relies on you, a ghost general, with these dozen people, I'm afraid you can't take me away..." Aunt Mei's eyes swept around slightly, and her face was cold. The kind Aunt Mei in peace days was by no means the same... Its subtle voice came to the ears of the two people. After a while, as soon as I took action, you rushed out quickly and waited until the eight-day ghost array rushed out, and it was safe...

"Ji Jie, you can have a try." As one of the eight ghost generals in the ghost world, this ghost is extremely strong and confident in his heart, "I will not only take you away, but also get that thing." What he said naturally refers to the nine-turn spiritual lamp in Wan'er's hand." The ghost will continue to say.

Aunt Mei stopped talking, and her figure shook, as fast as lightning, and had disappeared into the air. When she appeared again, a fierce wind had fallen head-on towards the ghost on the black leopard. The ghost laughed and flew up from the black leopard, punched the strong hurricane, and went away against Aunt Mei...

The thunder sounded in the void. The moves of both sides come and go, as fast as lightning, between the floating light and shadow, and the killing moves are constantly... The ghost general's martial arts cultivation seems to be the peak of gathering energy. Although his body is extremely tall, his moves are quickly and abnormal, and he is not weaker than Aunt Mei...

"Wow."

With a shrill cry, the black leopard, which had been standing still, suddenly flew into the air, opened its white teeth, and went to Aunt Mei...

"Beast."

Aunt Mei snorted coldly, and with a muffled sound, the roar of the black leopard suddenly resounded through the night sky, and her eyes were blind... In the sad cry, a huge body rotated in the air, and countless walls, tile houses, etc. beside it collapsed. The dirty smell is everywhere in the daytime...

The ghost's sad voice has sounded, "Give me back." Aunt Mei didn't seem to see the ferocious face on the ghost general's face. As soon as she turned, she had floated towards the hands of more than a dozen ghost generals. A pair of slender hands turned into deadly ghost claws. Suddenly, it has taken the lives of two people. There were frightening screams in the night sky... The ghost's huge body turned into a dark cloud chasing a wisp of white shadow of Aunt Mei...

Jiubaiyi and Wan'er fled on the muddy road with nine-turn spiritual lights... The two of them knew that if they stayed here now, it would add burden to Aunt Mei...

"I can't leave any of them. I want to suck up your souls." The ghost general shouted, "Why don't you show up? Can't you look at my joke?"

"Hahahaha..." All kinds of strange laughter suddenly came from the night sky, and the night trembled uneasily. As it fluctuated, it sounded like a drum. Seven black leopards ran out of the night, and they were immediately tall and burly. In the same costume as the previous ghost general, everyone's momentum is extremely fierce. The oppression of space suddenly increased... Jiu Baiyi and Wan'er felt that the air around them was frozen. Aunt Mei's fierce voice came, "I expected how the ghost house would send only one ghost general to come..."

A gloomy voice came from the night, "Lao Qi, you are always greedy. How's it going? Do you know it's awesome?..." With the words, seven black leopards have surrounded Aunt Mei alone in the middle. It is the eight ghosts of the Netherworld, eight people in the shape of octagonal, firmly locking all the positions of Aunt Mei...

The ghost general who came at the beginning roared, "Brothers, help me kill this ghost woman. I don't want any credit this time..." No wonder he was so angry that his subordinates had just become wandering souls under the attack of Aunt Mei...

"Take down this ghost woman, and the baby is the brothers." The ghostly voice sounded. The eight ghosts will take action at the same time, and the fierce wind will hit Aunt Mei. Aunt Mei shouted angrily, rushing left and right in the eight strong winds like floating light and shadow, avoiding it... However, her figure has slowed down a lot, and obviously she has felt very difficult...

All eight ghosts are at the peak of gathering, and their cultivation is not weak. Several people cooperated with each other, even if Aunt Mei had reached the state of half-step virtual. But now her body is not the original body, so her cultivation has also been reduced...

"Let's go." Aunt Mei's voice sounded. Naturally, the two of 900 Yi knew that this was Aunt Mei urging them. Then he took Wan'er's hand and rushed out.

"I can't go." The ghostly voice laughed. A wind came from the eight bodies. Suddenly, he went to the two of them. The sad voice sounded, and Aunt Mei's body suddenly changed. Her body suddenly disappeared, leaving only one head left in one body. Long hair fluttered in the air, and the blood-colored light burst into his eyes. The speed suddenly accelerated... A fierce force hit the first ghost. The ghost general snorted, and his body suddenly retreated, and there was an extremely strong smell of corrosion in the bloody light... In the eyes of the people, the ghost's right hand has slowly disappeared... However, the head flying in the air has also become a little dim. Obviously, it has just lost a lot of strength...

A ghost cry suddenly came from afar in the night. The sound was extremely shocking, and the air seemed to tremble. Aunt Mei's sad voice came from the air, "Go quickly, or it will be too late." Her illusory head flew faster, circling and flying up and downs. Bloody lights shot crazily at the eight ghosts. For a moment, the eight ghosts were a little confused...

The ghostly angry shout sounded, "Give out the knife."

"Hang Tibet." There was a sonorous sound in the air, and immediately, the eight ghosts had a huge ghost knife engraved with runes in their hands...