Six hundred and nineteenth chapter fierce ghost showing off its power
Ding Xiaoyi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after killing the corpse general, the surrounding environment would change again.
The secret room also distorted and changed for a few breaths.
Ding Xiaoyi found himself in an altar, surrounded by several huge black pillars.
Each giant pillar penetrates directly into the dome. Each giant pillar is engraved with mysterious runes, and streaks of light emanate from the runes.
Ding Xiaoyi stood under the huge black pillar, feeling like an ant.
There are also various reliefs of ghosts on this giant pillar.
Some bared their teeth and claws, some glared with ferocious eyes, some spit out fangs, and some looked evil.
At this time, the altar was in the center of the huge pillars, an altar made of huge black blocks.
There is a blood pool in the altar, and the gurgling blood water emits a trace of red mist in the blood pool.
There was an oppressive and suffocating atmosphere in the entire space. Ding Xiaoyi looked at the altar and felt worried in his heart.
I don't know what the altar does, but it gives Ding Xiaoyi a feeling of depression and suffocation.
Especially the bubbling blood in the blood pool made him feel nervous.
The weird altar and the towering pillars,
As well as the reliefs on the giant pillar and the faintly gleaming runes, they all gave him an extremely shocking feeling.
Ding Xiaoyi stepped into the giant pillar, and the altar made roaring sounds, as if the altar was trembling.
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Above the altar, there were faint stars shining, as if the altar was built under the starry sky.
It's another independent space, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think to himself.
This cave of powerful ghosts and immortals is mysterious and strange, filled with endless dangers everywhere.
"boom……",
The giant pillar shook for a while, and the blood pool in the altar also made a "gurgling" sound.
The blood boiled and roared, and the red blood mist from the blood pool became more intense.
The red blood mist spread toward the relief on the black giant pillar, and the relief moved inexplicably.
Ding Xiaoyi was holding a long sword, and he saw the ferocious ghost eyes of a fierce ghost open inexplicably.
He couldn't help but feel frightened in his heart.
The ghost relief on the giant pillar seemed to come alive, and the surrounding area was filled with red blood mist.
A "click" sound,
Ding Xiaoyi was frightened by the slight sound and his hair stood on end.
He looked towards the huge black pillar and found a fierce ghost stretching out its claws like dead branches.
"Click...",
There was a sound like breaking glass, and Ding Xiaoyi felt cold sweat break out on his back.
He held the long sword in his hand tightly and looked at the living ghost relief with vigilance.
A "hoo" sound,
A relief sculpture of a devil peeled off from the giant pillar. It was a devil that was ten feet tall but slender.
I saw this fierce ghost with a green face and fangs, holding a weapon like a sickle tightly in his hand.
I saw the weapon in the fierce ghost's hand raised, and he rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi fiercely.
"Hey...", the long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand stirred up brilliant sword energy, he raised his sword and attacked the evil ghost.
The ghost's movements were so fast that Ding Xiaoyi was dazzled for a while.
"Roar……",
The fierce ghost let out a wild roar,
And with the roar of the fierce ghost, the weapon in its hand fell on top of Ding Xiaoyi's head.
"clang……",
The sound of the clashing of gold and silver swords can be heard endlessly, and the lingering sound lingers.
Ding Xiaoyi struck hard with the long sword in his hand.
On top of the sickle-like weapon, a huge impact force poured into Ding Xiaoyi's arm.
"Kick, kick, kick",
Ding Xiaoyi was knocked back by the huge impact, and the arm holding the sword was sore for a while.
The ghost light flashed in the hand of the fierce ghost, and turned into countless ghost figures. Ding Xiaoyi rushed towards him again.
The speed of that fierce ghost is as fast as the wind,
Countless ghosts were spinning around Ding Xiaoyi, and the sickle-like weapon turned into black shadows in the restricted area.
Ding Xiaoyi kept swinging the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy hit the ghost figure.
"Bah, bah, bah",
Ding Xiaoyi made sharp and harsh sounds when the long sword in his hand struck the ghost figure.
The sickle-like weapon spun rapidly, and ghostly shadows swept towards Ding Xiaoyi like a ray of light.
"Dang, Dang, Dang",
There was a flash of lightning,
The sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand and the weapon in Li Gui's hand clashed several times, and Shen Xiong's impact surged into his arm.
The more Ding Xiaoyi beats, the more frightened he becomes.
Just this fierce ghost made him miserable.
If a few more evil ghosts appeared, wouldn't he have to run away?
Just when Ding Xiaoyi was secretly feeling lucky, another "click" sound came from the giant pillar.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened.
"hiss……",
The weapon in the devil's hand cut through the sky and struck him hard again, but Ding Xiaoyi noticed that another devil relief on the giant pillar suddenly moved.
It was a ferocious ghost as tall as a mountain, with a mace in its hand.
I saw the burly and fierce ghost leaping down from the huge black pillar.
The burly and fierce ghost rushed toward Ding Xiaoyi like a tiger descending from a mountain.
The mace in the devil's hand hit Ding Xiaoyi on the head like a towering mountain.
Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed, and these two fierce ghosts blocked the surrounding space.
As a result, Ding Xiaoyi's space for activities has become smaller.
His feet slipped, and like a light butterfly, he passed under the hard-hit mace.
At this time, the fierce ghost holding a sickle-like weapon sneaked up on Ding Xiaoyi's back at a weird angle.
A loud "boom" sound,
I saw the mace in the hand of the burly fierce ghost hitting the altar floor hard.
A huge shock wave surged up, and the surrounding space shook. Ding Xiaoyi's face was solemn, but he did not expect that these two ghosts were so powerful.
Moreover, the two fierce ghosts cooperated perfectly,
The mace was smashed in front of him, but the other ghost silently raised its weapon and attacked his back.
The altar shook with a loud sound, and Ding Xiaoyi struck out with a sword in his backhand.
That sword stirred up a dazzling sword light, and the sword light hit the sickle weapon that the fierce ghost sneaked in.
"clang……",
There was another flash of lightning,
Ding Xiaoyi's figure slipped and he turned into a wisp of breeze.
The long sword in his hand emits a terrifying sword light, and he shoots towards the burly ghost with his sword.
"Hey...",
The sound of sword energy piercing the air is endless,
"Drunk, the sword energy is unparalleled." Ding Xiaoyi shouted sharply, and the long sword made high-pitched sword chants.
"hiss……",
The long sword tore through the sky and in an instant it was in front of the tall figure of the fierce ghost.
Only a cold light appeared, and the sword light flashed away.
That sword shot out from between the eyebrows of that fierce ghost,
The fierce ghost opened his eyes and raised the mace in his hand.
And the sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand was reaching its peak,
Just when the mace held high by the burly ghost was about to be struck down, the sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand had already penetrated its eyebrows.
And at this time,
The fierce ghost holding the sickle weapon had a body shape like the wind. The weapon was surrounded by layers of ghostly aura, and the ghostly aura swept away towards Ding Xiaoyi like a tide.
"Whoosh" sound,
Ding Xiaoyi's figure shuttled through the burly and fierce ghost's body.
The long sword had already penetrated that fierce ghost's brow.
The burly ghost shook a few times, and finally turned into billowing ghost energy, winding towards the giant pillar.
The sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand flashed again,
Together, his figure turned into countless afterimages, but the sharp ghost holding the sickle weapon had his eyes focused.
Just when the ghost's eyes were focused, the long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand shot out from the void.
That sword was like a stroke of magic, and the fierce ghost was imprisoned by the sword energy.
It wanted to open its mouth and roar, but Ding Xiaoyi didn't give it any chance.
A "hiss" sound,
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand pierced through the ghost's eyebrows, and his body also shuttled through the billowing ghost aura.
The two fierce ghosts are not entities, but are condensed from endless ghost energy.
Ding Xiaoyi had already noticed this through his yin-yang samsara eyes.
Even though the two ghosts have no physical form, their strength is comparable to that of the corpse general.
Ding Xiaoyi only killed one corpse general. He thought that no more corpse generals would appear, but he did not expect that a fierce ghost would appear in this altar.
Moreover, the strength of this fierce ghost is not weaker than that of the corpse general.
It's just that this fierce ghost did not condense into a physical entity, but was transformed from endless ghost energy.