The young man in the ghost cultivator shook the soul-summoning banner in his hand, and the dark clouds rolled under him.

The edge of this dark cloud, the dark air flow curled into a skeleton, an evil ghost, making a sharp scream that could pierce the eardrum.

The next moment, the dark clouds began to accelerate and fled towards the direction away from the plank road.

He was thinking of retreating.

This time, it was considered as a refining ghost that could not steal chickens and lose rice. The strongest dog ghost was killed.

Fortunately in the misfortune, the others were taken back and there was a slight improvement.

But, it still lost a lot.

The young man thought of the beheaded dog ghost, and his heart ached. He spent decades of hard work and was killed by a sword.

However, what is more important than heartache at the moment is to escape.

The sword cultivator had already discovered his traces and was chasing him with his sword.

The young ghost cultivator cast desperately, urging the dark clouds under him to disappear without a trace before the sword cultivator appeared.

"Where are you running?"

A loud shout sounded like thunder, and it sounded in the ears of the young man in the ghost cultivator, which made him shatter.

Too fast!

The young man in the ghost cultivator was surprised and suddenly the cool breeze blew by his side, and then howled bitterly.

"My arm!"

It turned out that the cool breeze was a long-time mi Chang Gu Yaoyao flying a sword and cutting off his entire arm.

"It's too much!"

The young man of ghost cultivator is also at the level of a mage. He is also a descendant of roots and feet in Mangshan.

First, the dog ghost was killed, and he retreated in time, but he still couldn't escape the pursuit of the other party. One after another, he caused resentment to spread in his heart.

"You kill my dog ​​ghost, I will take your soul."

"In this soul-torture banner, there is a sword cultivator's life soul, and its power will definitely not increase but decrease!"

The young man in the ghost cultivator exerted force under his feet, and the dark clouds flew suddenly and looked behind him.

Mi Changgu's feet were stepping on a silver rainbow, gradually approaching.

"Since death for me!"

The young ghost cultivator used force to his palm, and the soul-summoning banner flew out, exploded into countless evil ghosts in the sky, falling towards Mi Changgu Dang's head.

Mi Changgu slashed out a sword and immediately clarified the large sky, but no evil ghost fell.

It turns out that the secret method of ghost cultivation also has mystery.

The evil ghosts in the soul-summoning banner were all refined and had amazing spirituality. When they saw the sword light attacking, they were like duckweed in the water.

"Leave it to me!"

The young ghost cultivator shouted angrily, and the evil ghosts gathered together again in the sky, and restored to the soul-gathering banner, which was actually a sword light entangled with Mi Changgu.

"The sword cultivator has lost his flying sword, just like a tiger has lost its claws. I think how arrogant you are?"

The young ghost cultivator pinched the spell with both hands, chanted the words, and manipulated the soul-suming banner.

The heads of the evil ghosts were constantly stretched out from the flag of the soul-summoning banner, and the sword light was bitten.

Finally, the sword light dissipated, revealing Mi Changgu's flying sword.

"Good guy!"

Mi Changgu pinched the sword and pointed it lightly at the flying sword.

The next moment, the flying sword began to disintegrate, turning into two green and white energy, and the soul-suming banner suddenly fell to nothing.

After a moment, the soul-summoning banner was empty and there was no trace of flying swords.

"go!"

Mi Changgu's voice sounded, and the two green and white energy appeared and instantly condensed into a flying sword, pricking towards the soul-suming banner.

The flag of the soul-summoning banner was torn apart on the spot.

"ah!"

The young man in the ghost cultivator was as if he was struck by lightning, his face turned pale, he took a few steps back and spit out a large mouthful of black blood.

This magic weapon was raised by his essence and blood to conquer many powerful evil ghosts.

Now that the magic weapon has been broken, it immediately received a backlash.

He barely used the secret technique to suppress the rolling blood and energy in his body, and was about to activate the dark clouds and retreat.

At this time, Mi Chang Gu Huanghuang's sword fell from the sky, like a candied haws, piercing the young ghost cultivator from his shoulder blades to his crotch.

Even so, the young ghost cultivator was seriously injured but not dead.

"Give me your life!"

Mi Changgu asked with a cold face, "What are you from? What are you doing in Shu?"

"The villain is a ghost cultivator from Mangshan. He came here to herd ghosts. He did not mean to offend the sword immortal in Shu. Please give up your hand!"

The young ghost cultivator finally knew why so many powerful seniors knew the benefits of traveling with a hundred ghosts, but they were still very secretive about Shu.

These ghost cultivators who are Tiansha killing without saying a word is too cruel.

In order to survive, he lowered his posture and thought he could survive.

After hearing this, Mi Changgu showed disgust on his face, "The ghost of the Northern Gang, damn it!"

The next moment, the sword light fell, shattering the young ghost cultivator.

"Even a mere ghost cultivator dares to break into my Shuzhong?"

Mi Changgu's brows pounded, "It seems that he has to go to Mangshan to alert these mice that are digging holes!"

At this time, a resentful scream appeared on the pile of ghost cultivators' corpses.

"I surrendered, you dare to kill me. I curse you to meet the Nether Boy, and you will die without a complete corpse!"

This resentful curse instantly turned into a cloud of yin wind and penetrated into Mi Changgu's body.

Mi Changgu had a cold war, then shook his head and smiled, "This soft curse also wants to disturb my mind."

"If you meet the boy Ming in your mouth, there are only a few dead souls under the sword!"

He left the young ghost cultivator behind and began to look for the next prey.

...

The sound of the guzheng sounded, covering a thousand acres of land, with more than a dozen large formations of ghosts among them.

Among these ghost formations, whether they are the weakest lonely ghosts, evil ghosts, and evil ghost elites, they all show obsessive expressions, and sway back and forth like seaweeds with the rhythm of the guzheng.

The music of the Guzheng is full of ghostly spirit, and it is not the music of the human world at all.

The next moment, a burly evil ghost a hundred meters in the middle of a large formation suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed.

The evil ghosts and evil ghosts around them exploded one after another, turning into countless evil energy, sweeping into a large vortex, dragging them into the mouth of the burly evil ghost.

The evil ghost grew stronger step by step, his body began to expand and elevate, and his muscles swelled, as if he could burst his skin at any time.

"Aowoo!"

At some point, the evil ghost showed a painful expression on his face, and his epidermis was stretched open by his muscles.

In an instant, this burly evil ghost as strong as a hill exploded on the spot, with a gray air flowing like an arrow, swaying into the surrounding formations. All the evil ghosts and evil ghosts that were affected were shot in the air by the air flow.

"Failed!"

The sound of the guzheng stopped and a faint sigh sounded.

A dwarf with a figure like a child, a guzheng floating in front of him, and his whole body is made of white bones and human tendons are made of strings.

The music that just now used to manipulate the evil ghost was the guzheng he used his ten fingers to pluck the guzheng in front of him.

This person is the extremely powerful Ming boy among the ghost cultivators in Mangshan.

The boy Ming sighed, "The useless man Tu Lao Gui threw away the precious ghost-fighting book. Even if he did not die in the hands of the old Taoist Hanging Yinguan, I would melt his body and throw his remaining soul into the soul-suming banner to torture."

The book of the ghost is not owned by Tu Lao Gui, but is held by the two of them.

It just so happened that this magic weapon was lost in the hands of Tu Laogui. Thinking back then, the two sides fought a great battle for this matter and parted ways.

The boy from the underworld lost the ghost book, but lost it to the east and found it. He dug out this guzheng from an ancient witch tomb.

The level of the Guzheng is no less than that of the ghost book.

After the Ming Tongzi mastered the Guzheng, his strength improved greatly, but he lacked the function of using ghost books, so it was extremely inconvenient to raise evil ghosts.

Suddenly, the boy Ming felt something. At this time, it happened to be the time when the young ghost cultivator disappeared.

The message of the curse reached the mind of the boy Ming.

"Interesting, is it a sword cultivator?"

The boy Ming put away the guzheng and looked in the direction where Mi Changgu was. Although he was hundreds of miles away, he seemed to have seen him.
Chapter completed!