Chapter two hundred and eighty third ghost old man
"This Gushan Mountain is indeed the place where the ghost world is located. It's weird and weird."
"This time, it's really easy to enter the mountain but difficult to get out."
Wang Fu walked through a mountain fog, and the corners of his clothes were covered with moisture, so he hurriedly dried them.
Looking around again, I was still in the mountains and had not gone out.
It seems...lost.
"The situation is not good!"
Under normal circumstances, Wang Fu has a compass path, and can predict the way forward no matter how hard it is, and it is impossible to get lost no matter what.
However, the strange things we encountered proved that powerful ghosts were involved.
In Yi Dao magic numbers, ghosts and gods divide the other half of the essence, so there are often ghosts who master the ghosts and gods gossip, which can not only detect in advance, but also interfere with the practitioners' divination.
Wang Fu had doubts in his eyes that the pursuit team sent from the ghost world of Gushan had already appeared around.
The other party blocked the surrounding heavenly secrets and made all divination methods ineffective. The purpose was obvious, so that the visitors of Yunyang Temple could not find the servant ghost, and the two parties could not contact each other, so naturally they could not take away the tea seeds.
Thinking more deeply, I am afraid that the other party also wants to trap the visitors of Yunyang Temple to death and kill them completely.
"There's no way, my territory is too advantageous."
After all, Gushan is the home of ghosts that have been operating for many years. It is no exaggeration to say that this mountain range is the ghost domain of the mountain god of Gushan.
If a practitioner breaks into the mountains, even in the outer areas, his strength will be weakened.
Wang Fu held the turtle shell on his hand and thought about it, should he count it a few more times?
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
The crisp sound of hard objects hitting rocks suddenly sounded in my ears, and there was a rhythm every time, as if... walking.
Wang Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around and looked back, only to see a figure bouncing closer in the mist.
"There must be something fishy."
Wang Fu opened his Dharma Eyes and staggered back due to the smoke. His arrogance was overwhelming. This was a fierce ghost.
Well that’s not right either!
The experience of Jincai Town came to mind, and a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.
Wang Fu blurted out, "Divide the ghost nature!"
An old man on crutches, with stiff joints and a livid complexion, jumped out of the fog. He was one of the five evil ghosts.
However, Wang Fu realized that the old man was not the real ghost, but a ray of ghost nature.
He breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how strong the clone is, its strength is limited.
It should be noted that at the beginning, he followed Si Nanfeng and killed one of the ghostly clones of Po Li Ghost Mother.
However……
Wang Fu took a deep breath, Li Gui's clone came, and the purpose was not simple.
In the gold mining town, the ghost mother Po Li divided her ghost nature in order to distract the target and make Teacher Lu exhausted, and the strength of the clones was generally not high.
The fierce ghost in front of him may not be as good as the Po Li Ghost Mother. If he is ruthless and splits half of his ghost nature from his main body, he can still pose a threat to Wang Fu.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Wang Fu took a few deep breaths, watched the old man approaching step by step, and thought quickly in his mind.
Gushan is the territory of fierce ghosts. The purpose of dividing the ghost nature is not to escape, nor to disturb the sight. So what is the ultimate goal?
"Looking for someone!"
Wang Fu suddenly realized, that's right.
He has always looked at the situation in Gushan based on the stereotypes of the outside world, but he has ignored that this is the territory of ghosts.
Here, as practitioners, they are the rats that break into other people's homes.
The slave ghost who stole the tea seeds and the five disciples who came to help him were shameless thieves in the eyes of the ghosts.
Therefore, the evil ghosts differentiate their ghost nature in order to find a needle in a haystack and find the enslaving ghosts and supporting Taoist disciples.
"What kind of skills does this fierce ghost have?"
Wang Fu's eyes fell on the old man with a fierce ghost, and then looked at his crutch.
The sound I heard just now finally gave me the answer. It was the sound of crutches hitting rocks.
The old man's form was more similar to the legendary zombie, with a livid complexion and stiff joints. He kept his crutches low when he moved, but he was as fast as a whirlwind and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Hand over the tea seeds and I will spare your life!"
The old man's lips did not move, but an old voice sounded in Wang Fu's ears.
Wang Fu's eyes widened, "What kind of tea, I don't know?"
Just kidding, he is still wearing a 'sorrow' ghost face at the moment, he is just a sad old man, how does he look like a disciple of Yunyang Temple?
So, he concluded that the evil ghost on the other side was deceiving him?
"Hand over the tea seeds and I will spare your life."
The old man stood still and still read out the sentence just now.
"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about, I have to leave."
Wang Fu simply pretended to be stupid and turned around to leave.
Um!
Turning around, the old man was still in front of him, with no trace of movement at all. It was as if he was already in this direction.
Wang Fu felt a chill in his heart. It seemed like there was something about this powerful ghost!
He turned around again, spinning all around in all directions without stopping.
The result is……
No matter which direction Wang Fu turned, he could still see the old man in his original posture, leaning on a cane and facing him, expressionless, saying the same words that he had not changed a thousand times.
"Hand over the tea seeds and I will spare your life!"
All right!
Wang Fu didn't try anymore. This fierce ghost was clever and pulled him into the ghost realm without making a sound.
In the ghost realm, no matter where Wang Fu fled to or in which direction he faced, the old man Li Gui could always stand three feet away in front of him, exactly the same.
"Hand over the tea seeds and I will spare your life!"
Wang Fu's ears felt calluses as he listened, but the old man kept repeating, as if he were a ruthless electronic repeater.
He simply didn't answer.
Because Wang Fu knew that no matter whether he had tea seeds or not, or whether he was willing to hand it over, this evil ghost would not let him go.
What the Dharma Eye could see was that there were still a few wisps of fresh resentment on Li Gui's body, which must be the creatures he had just killed.
Suddenly, the old man stopped...
The air was eerily quiet, making it even more depressing than before when he kept repeating those words.
But Wang Fu knew that taking action was inevitable.
"brush!"
With a thought in his mind, he took out the ancient ax and swung it in front of him.
This move is a subconscious reaction, which can be attributed to a whim, or it can be said to be a conditioned reflex to sudden danger.
Ding dong!
Wang Fu felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, and all the joints in his body were trembling, and he had goosebumps all over his body like an electric shock.
In front of him, the old man raised his crutch and hit the ancient axe.
It is unimaginable that that despairing force came from this crutch.
If Wang Fu hadn't taken action in time and was hit by this move, he would probably have to use divine armor to save his life.
"Um!"
Wang Fu opened his mouth suddenly, and wind-fire spurted out from his mouth, condensing into two fire wheels, grazing the old man's ears, then turned around suddenly and hit him hard on the back of the head.
Despite the stiffness of the old man's joints, his movements were as fast as lightning. He swung out his crutch with his backhand and knocked the two balls of wind and fire into smoke.
Boom!
Gu Yue took the opportunity to slash forward, hitting the old man's forehead right in the middle, causing fire to scatter in all directions, and the shock felt in his hand, like hitting an iron block.
Wang Fu took a few steps back and took back the ancient ax. His eyes fell on the old man's forehead, which was unscathed.
This is the first time I have seen a ghost with such hard bones.