An old voice came from the Qinglu Snowmobile: "Yuan Che, you have two choices now."
"The first option is to tell this elder how to enter the Ghost Valley. And tell all the secrets of the Ghost Palace. This elder can give you a way to survive."
"The second option is death."
Yuan Che's expression was solemn and he said: "Are you from Qinghe Holy Palace?"
"Now that you know it, make your choice quickly."
Feng Xiaoqian was sitting in the snowmobile, holding a crystal clear knife and carving a puppet.
Faintly, it can be distinguished that the puppet is a young man.
Yuan Che laughed loudly: "The Ghost Palace is not the Blood-clothed Castle. Even if you go to the Qinghe Holy Palace, you will be dead. Besides, you are a little too confident. Do you really think you can defeat me, Yuan Che?"
"Bang."
Yuan Che kicked the soles of his feet on the ground, and his body rushed backwards several feet. Then, vitality surged from all the pores in his body, and his body rushed to the top of the bamboo forest, escaping as fast as possible.
"How about...I'll also try flying knives..."
Feng Xiaoqian muttered to himself, and then the carving knife in his hand flew out of the snowmobile and turned into a light shuttle, chasing Yuan Che who had fled dozens of feet away.
Yuan Che felt the sharp breath coming from behind him and quickly turned around and struck out with a knife.
"Bang."
The flying knife collided with the tiger-back golden knife, and the knife body exploded into pieces of broken iron.
However, the impact fell on Yuan Che, causing him to fly backwards and fall heavily to the ground in a parabola.
"It's so powerful. Even a master like Yuan Che can't stop her from attacking." Lin Song said secretly.
By the time Yuan Che stood up again, the Qinglu Snowmobile had stopped not far away.
Yuan Che's tiger's mouth was split open and dripping with blood, and the fear in his heart became even stronger. "It's really scary. Which elder of Qinghe Holy Mansion is she?"
Without thinking much, Yuan Che immediately rushed towards the forest behind him.
"Can't leave!"
Feng Xiaoqian's palm struck Yuan Che from the air.
The condensed alien energy surged out and turned into thirteen rays of thunder and fire, spiraling and flying rapidly, like thirteen fierce thunder dragons.
Yuan Che glanced back, had to stop again, and shouted: "It's overwhelming."
Holding the knife with both hands, all the energy from his body was poured into the Tiger Back Golden Knife, causing all the thirty-six artifact marks in the knife to emerge, emitting hundreds of feet of golden light.
"Boom."
The sword was slashed out and clashed with thirteen rays of thunder and fire.
Dozens of golden sword energy burst out, leaving shocking sword marks within a radius of a hundred feet.
The forest in the distance was pierced by golden light so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. When he regained his vision, he looked back at the torn bamboo forest. He saw Yuan Che supporting his body with a knife, half-kneeling on the ground, mouth
There was blood dripping inside.
The blood armor on his body was shattered, and several bloody holes were punched into his body by the light of thunder and lightning.
The most severely injured place was on the left arm.
The entire left arm was carbonized, with filaments of flame flowing, and with a soft "pop" sound, it turned directly into black ash.
Yuan Che gritted his teeth, made a muffled sound in his mouth, and said with a sad smile: "The gap is really huge. It seems that I can't leave here today. Haha... wow..."
A mouthful of blood was spat out, and the ground was dyed red.
"No, what's going on?"
Suddenly, Lin Ke noticed that the air was rapidly becoming colder, and there was also a hint of corruption. Two extremely powerful energy fluctuations were rapidly coming in this direction.
After a while, Feng Xiaoqian, Lin Song, and Yuan Che also noticed.
"Haha, God will never stop me." Yuan Che laughed excitedly.
Qinglu Snowmobile.
Feng Xiaoqian looked solemn and said: "It's the top masters from the Ghost Palace who have arrived. Mr. Lin, you have been injured. Get out of here quickly."
"Okay, take care."
Lin Song knew very well that the master that even the elders of the Holy Palace in the car were afraid of must be a being much stronger than him and Yuan Che. If he stayed here, he would not be of any help and might become a drag.
Therefore, he burst out with great speed and fled decisively.
"It's the aura of the two old demons. These two old demons actually came to Fire Dragon City."
Through his elemental sense, Lin Ke sensed the aura of the people coming and judged their identities. He was considering whether to retreat with Lin Song when suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the ground and enveloped him, followed by an overwhelming wave.
The pressure fell, so that he did not dare to move at all and even held his breath.
A giant black bird with a body that was tens of meters long appeared in the sky above Lin Ke.
It is a third-grade earth elemental beast, the wind-controlling vulture.
"The road to immortality is difficult, but my soul belongs to Louis."
On the back of Yufeng Black Vulture, stood an old man wearing a black robe. He was tall and thin, with long hair parted on both sides of his face, hanging down to his knees.
He is one of the ten ghost elders, Tian Lao.
"Wherever ghosts come, chickens and dogs will not be left behind."
A hoarse and gloomy voice came from the bamboo forest.
"rustle."
The ink-black ghost mist, carrying a cold and corrupt aura, surged in from all directions and surrounded the Qinglu Ancient Car. The human-shaped ghost mist flew in the air and made a whimpering sound, which made people feel creepy.
At some unknown time, the Ghost Elder, one of the ten ghost elders, appeared ten feet away from the Qinglu Snowmobile.
The old ghost's face was pale, like a zombie, holding a black cloth ghost flag in his hand, and letting out a "Jie Jie" laugh.
"Uncle Heavenly Master, Uncle Ghost Master, Qinghe Holy Mansion is behind all this. The Bloody Clothes Castle has been destroyed. The person in the car is an elder from Qinghe Holy Mansion, and he is quite powerful." Yuan Che Xiangtian
The two old ghosts bowed and saluted.
The old ghost waved his hand and said in a conspiratorial tone: "You are so seriously injured, please retreat first, and then leave it to us."
Yuan Che nodded, dragged his seriously injured body, and retreated to a distance.
Gui Lao raised his voice and said: "Which old friend is it that you don't want to get out of the car and show up to see me?"
The Qinglu Snowmobile is silent.
"Hey, let me ask you to get out of the car personally."
The old ghost laughed and waved the black cloth ghost flag, and then a cold and biting fog poured out, as dark and thick as ink.
The ghost mist flew around the Qinglu Snowmobile and condensed into a giant ghost demon with a body three feet tall, green eyes, fangs, and disheveled hair. He let out a loud roar and struck down with fists in both hands.
"Boom."
The car body exploded and pieces of wood flew out in all directions.
"not good."
Lin Ke knew very well how powerful the Ghost Elder was, and was worried that the elder of the Holy Palace was no match for him.
Feng Xiaoqian was wearing loose white clothes and a black hat. She was still sitting firmly in the dilapidated car. Her palms wearing silver gloves shot out a piece of vitality intertwined with thunder and fire, and collided with the fists of the giant ghost.
together.
"I actually caught it!" Gui Lao was surprised.
Ghost Lao is a psychic who can communicate with ghosts wandering between heaven and earth and control them.
Woods have wood spirits, stones have stone spirits, and people have souls... Every flower, every grass, every mountain, every water, everything has spirituality. However, mortals and warriors cannot communicate with them, or even see them.
Only a psychic who has cultivated spiritual eyes can communicate with spirits and then control them.
Among them, the easiest thing to communicate with is the human soul.
"Wow."
The already dilapidated snowmobile collapsed completely and turned into a piece of debris.
The two green deer beasts pulling the cart were directly killed due to the impact of the ghost mist. They fell to the ground with black blood flowing from their mouths and noses.
"Bang."
The Shenxiao Yuanqi that Feng Xiaoqian cultivated is the nemesis of ghosts and evil spirits. Dozens of rays of Yuanqi surged out from the palm of his hand, like dozens of bolts of lightning flying out, splitting the giant ghosts until they howled and finally collapsed.
Turned into a mist again.
The ghost old man retracted the black ghost mist and took a step back.
"That's amazing. Why didn't I know when a master like you who cultivated alien energy appeared in Qinghe Holy Mansion?" said the ghost old man.
Feng Xiaoqian stood quietly and said: "Qinghe Holy Mansion is full of talents and has profound knowledge, how can it be that you Ghost Palace can know them all?"
"This old woman is a bit weird, let's take action together."
The old ghost placed the black cloth ghost flag on the ground and made fingerprints on his hands. Immediately, a ghost shadow appeared behind him. The ghost shadow had a pair of cyan eyes with blazing light.
Those are a pair of spiritual eyes.
The spiritual eye is the eye of the psychic soul.
"Five ghosts become gods."
"Boom."
The black cloth ghost flags flew up, and the mighty ghost energy surged out, covering a hundred feet in radius, making the heaven and earth dim.
Five huge ghosts gathered together, they were wearing armor, they were majestic and full of yin energy, causing the bamboo leaves of the red bamboo to wither quickly and keep falling.