Hu Nuan was reluctant to give up: "My mother is practicing cultivation. If she interrupts the retreat, she will go crazy."
The kiss was speechless: "She is a ghost cultivator. When she becomes possessed, she will become even more powerful and lead us out."
Hu Nuan still couldn't bear to take action.
Xuan Yao looked at Gou Qi defensively: "Sister, who is she?"
Hu Nuan: "Our aunt."
Xuan Yao: Oh, aunt, I already have uncles and having an aunt is nothing.
Gouqi swung the soul-locking chain back and forth, causing those Rakshasa ghosts to be hit by the soul-locking chain and retreat step by step. The pain was unbearable and they kept wailing.
The others were jealous because even though their weapons fell on the Rakshasa ghost, they had no such effect.
Gouqi: "If your mother doesn't wake up, we will be buried alive by ghosts."
Hu Nuan gritted his teeth: "I'll go."
Putting Hu Qing down, she flew out of the barrier, pulled out the demon sword, and slashed with great force.
The Rakshasa ghost's lush red-haired head caught the demon knife and was not harmed. He raised his eyes and smiled uglyly, and grabbed her head with his big hands.
"Hu Nuan, be careful!"
Han Li knocked one Rakshasa ghost away, stepped on the back of another Rakshasa ghost and shot him with his sword.
Hu Nuan did not hide or dodge, his body was covered with golden light, and the Rakshasa ghost's big paws were touched by the golden light and melted away quickly like fire burning residual snow.
The Rakshasa ghost screamed pitifully, as if it had fallen into a frying pan.
Pfft, the tip of the sword pierced the hard body of the Rakshasa ghost, as if it were piercing an ordinary flesh and blood body.
Han Li was stunned, this was impossible.
The huge body of the Rakshasa ghost melted quickly, leaving only a pool of poisonous water on the ground.
Hu Nuan looked at Han Li calmly.
At this glance, Han Li saw Buddhist compassion.
Let me go, Buddha’s light?!
What kind of turning point is this? This, this, this—
Hu Qing opened her eyes. The vast ghost energy and yin power in the world made her tremble with thousands of pores. She was feeling extremely comfortable when suddenly something bothered her. It felt like it was stuck in her throat.
It feels like sitting on pins and needles, like a awning on the back.
So, she opened her eyes, saw, and saw her terrible daughter radiating a terrible light.
He rose up in anger, flew down, and kicked Hu Nuan back to the barrier with his own aperture.
Bang, Hu Nuan fell to the ground, and the Buddha's light was extinguished.
Han Li opened his mouth: "What's going on?"
He went to look at Hu Qing and was startled when he saw the other person's face, and asked in a high-pitched tone, "What's the matter with you?"
What's going on?
Hu Qing pushed him and kicked the Rakshasa ghost who was sneaking up on him: "Kill -"
Hearing this familiar voice, the people in the battle looked over and were startled when they saw Hu Qing's face: "What's wrong with you?"
Hu Qing touched his face: "What's wrong with me?"
The chains were clattering into a net, trapping several Rakshasa ghosts and letting them bang their heads underneath.
Gouqiu fell over and said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense. More and more ghosts are coming, and they can't survive on their own."
Staring at Hu Qing's face: "Ghost King Pattern? It doesn't look like it. No matter what it is, you should get to work."
Hu Qing: "Protect me a little."
The soul-locking chain comes out, and the hook and kiss firmly smoothes the circle, not allowing any ghosts to come in.
Hu Qing raised his head and faced the blood moon, took a deep breath, and in the next second, his body moved together, taking strange steps and assuming various weird postures. He kneaded his hands and recited the incantation silently. In short, it was the Great Dance, and
The one dancing is the evil god.
Gradually, changes appeared in the air, and wisps of red condensed and formed, falling on Hu Qing's body. They were the moonlight of the blood moon. There were more and more strands of moonlight, flying faster and faster, falling around Hu Qing's body.
Layer after layer, it seems like something is being woven, and something is being born.
The light of the blood moon was attracted, and it spread more intensely here. The Rakshasa ghost shrouded in the moonlight seemed to be strengthened. The ghost screamed and howled, and its combat power doubled. Even if the weapon was struck on the body, it would be painless and move forward endlessly.
This was a big pain for everyone. The ghosts and blood moons already greatly suppressed their spiritual power, making it extremely difficult for them to attack and defend. Coupled with the physical suppression of the Rakshasa ghost, they had to enter the barrier from time to time to catch their breath.
What's even more frightening is that the unstoppable resentment floating throughout the city has intensified under the stimulation of the blood moon!
Resentment is not a physical poison. It is useless to swallow elixirs, open spiritual shields and hold your breath. It is a poison that acts on the soul and will. As long as people are alive in this dimension, they are inevitable.
Poisoned. They had time to eliminate it before, but now they can't. They already feel dizzy and their movements slow down unconsciously.
The fourth-level players were okay, but the third-level team members fell into danger one after another. Fortunately, their companions rescued them in time.
Even worse than the third-level team member is Tang Yuzi. The poor child is useless even huddled in the barrier, lying on the ground with dull eyes - the barrier cannot isolate the hatred...
Hu Nuan had just gone out to help Xuan Yao, but when he came back and saw Tang Yuzi's miserable condition, he immediately used Buddha's light to rescue him and put Buddhist beads around his neck.
Tang Yuzi regretted deeply: "I should practice Buddhism well."
"That's not necessary." Hu Nuan sympathized: "You all don't have Buddha roots, so you can't cultivate like me."
"..."
"Go and bring them all back. We can't defeat them." Hu Nuan looked up at the sky solemnly.
As long as the blood moon does not retreat, the ghosts will only become stronger and stronger.
In the final analysis, they are too weak.
She moved her gaze in another direction, where the boss and the Ghost Emperor were fighting fiercely.
Tang Yuzi also looked at him and said, "My boss is really here to stop the Ghost Emperor."
Hu Nuan said: "I don't know if he is an enemy or a friend. However, he doesn't care about us. Right now, we have to stay alive and find a chance to escape."
She sat cross-legged and took out a string of wooden fish beads: "Go and bring them in."
Tang Yuzi looked for Xuan Yao first, and Xuan Yao looked back: "Okay, I'll cut off the queen."
He is a demon, and demons are Yin, so they are more adaptable than humans in this environment. Moreover, his body is void, so he can deflect attacks that fall on him.
Tang Yuzi turned to the others. At this time, those with high cultivation were far away from the barrier, while those with low cultivation and low physical strength were closer to the barrier. All he had to do was pick them back from near to far. The first one was - Jingji.
After all, he only recovered from his serious injury. Even though he was holding a high-level immortal weapon in his hand, he was still panting and embarrassed. One of the two Rakshasa ghosts raised his feet and the other bowed and punched. In his mind, he felt that he had moved, but his body had not moved. Seeing that he was about to
Caught between his big feet and giant fists, he was carried up and ran into the barrier.
Jingji blinked slowly, and his body became warm. Before he could say thank you, there was a scream from outside.
It's Han San.
Just now they saw that Jingji was in danger, and the three guards rushed to support him. Han San was careless and was grabbed by the shoulder by a Rakshasa ghost and tore off a large piece of flesh.
Han San was a ruthless man. He knew that the nails of the Rakshasa ghost were poisonous. When he felt the corrosion and pain of the wound, he immediately cut off his entire arm and a piece of his shoulder.
Tang Yuzi immediately rushed to take him back, and Jingji took out the elixir and fed it to him.
Han San gritted his teeth: "Your Highness, I can still use my body. When everyone breaks out, throw me out to lure away those Rakshasa ghosts."
He has no fighting power anymore and is a burden. It is better to throw him out and blow himself up to take away a few ghosts.