The bright sunshine pierced the darkness.

Pour it again in Jiyang City.

However, these sunshine did not bring warmth to people.

Millions of spectators.

At this moment, everything felt cold and chilly in my heart.

High in the sky, the Yin and Yang ghosts will disappear.

Only the Demon Spirit Master and a soul-forbidden gourd exist.

This is for everyone.

This is all sad news that is hard to accept.

"The ghost general? Gone?"

The ancestor of Northern Wu could no longer remain calm.

At this time, I stared blankly at the sky, feeling that my hands and feet were cold.

No one knows the importance of Yin Yang Ghost General better than her.

With these two yin and yang ghost generals, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult is the supreme genius.

But without these two yin and yang ghost generals.

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult is just an ordinary genius.

Although it is stronger than ordinary people.

But they lost hope for the future.

It’s just that the ancestor of Northern Wu couldn’t imagine it.

Such a strange and powerful Yin Yang ghost general.

How could it be snatched away by others?

You must know that the Holy Son of Witchcraft possesses a witch spirit body.

Able to communicate with ghosts and gods and control souls.

Therefore, these two ghost generals can not only protect him, but also fight for him.

Ghosts will become invisible and invisible.

It exists in the soul of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

I have never heard of it being stolen.

This...this is simply incredible!

"What kind of treasure is that gourd? Is it a holy weapon? But ordinary holy weapons don't have such power!"

At this time, Shanyu focused all his attention on the Soul-Forbidden Gourd.

He knows it very well.

No matter it’s the hundreds of thousands of ghosts from before.

It’s still the Yin Yang ghost general this time.

They are all absorbed by this magical gourd.

And there is a soul inside that is stronger than the ghost general.

It’s definitely a treasure!

For a time, Shanyu's heart was filled with greed and desire.

If not for the Northern Wu Ancestor beside me.

Maybe he will take action at this time to snatch it.

And the hardest hit.

Naturally, he is the Holy Son of Witchcraft.

He could feel it clearly at this time.

The connection between myself and the two ghost generals.

Completely broken.

Not only was he unable to contact the Yin Yang Ghost General, he couldn't even sense him.

He stared blankly at the Soul-Forbidden Gourd.

I just felt cold all over my body, like falling into an ice cellar.

"Demon spirit, come back!"

At this time, Xiao Changfeng reached out and made a move.

The soul-forbidden gourd returned to his hands.

After the Demon Spirit Master grinned, it turned into a pale golden rainbow and disappeared into the soul-forbidden gourd.

"These two ghost generals are equivalent to two strong men in the Imperial Martial Realm, which is pretty good!"

Xiao Changfeng shook the soul-forbidden gourd.

Then he put it into the storage ring with satisfaction.

The strength of these two yin-yang ghost generals is not weak.

If there is no soul-forbidden gourd.

I'm afraid Xiao Changfeng can only use the painted earth as a prison talisman array and the Void Flying Sword.

But now he has taken it for his own use.

As for being injured by the Demon Spirit Master.

Xiao Changfeng didn't care.

The Soul-Forbidden Gourd can not only absorb the trapped souls.

It can also warm the soul.

In addition, ghosts have extremely strong recovery capabilities.

I guess it won't take long to recover.

As for subduing, this is not a problem for Xiao Changfeng.

He has his own means to make the Yin and Yang ghost generals surrender.

"Give me back my ghost general!"

A roar like the roar of a fierce ghost suddenly sounded.

I saw that the face of the Holy Son of Witchcraft was extremely gloomy.

The scarlet light in his eyes seemed to condense into flames.

Burning blazingly.

The loss of one hundred thousand ghost figures can only make the Holy Son of the Witch Sect feel heartbroken.

Then the two Yin Yang Ghost Generals were taken away.

It literally cost him half his life.

At this moment.

He has completely fallen into rage and madness.

"Blighted Witch Knife!"

The Holy Son of the Witch Cult suddenly tore open his own chest.

He pulled out a small blade from his body.

The blade of this knife is only the size of a finger.

As thin as cicada wings.

I don't know if it's because of the blood, but the whole body is glowing red.

There is also a strong smell of blood that permeates the world.

In an instant, a shadow of a sea of ​​blood appeared above the sky.

"The Holy Son actually used a holy weapon!"

The Northern Wu Ancestor's pupils shrank.

Every saint son and saint will be given a sacred weapon.

The Holy Son of Witchcraft is naturally no exception.
To be continued...