All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

However, facing the huge monster in front of him, Yang Xuming didn't have any fear of retreating.

Since he lost his father at a young age, he has understood a truth since he was a child, that is, facing difficulties, you will always be the only one who can help you.

So no matter what problems or difficulties he encounters, he will never retreat, he will only move forward courageously and make a living on his own!

Escape will never solve any problems!

The smelly wind rushed towards him.

The huge monster spider angrily crawled into the mourning hall, wanting to get into the mourning hall.

The two huge arthropods closest to the wall pierced Yang Xuming viciously, trying to kill the living person.

Behind the huge arthropod is the ugly and hideous head of the spider, as well as the two huge fangs on the head.

Yang Xuming stood there calmly and did not dodge.

When the two huge arthropods were pierced, he slammed the huge sword in his hand and chopped it out.

The next second, the monster's painful roar sounded in the mourning hall.

The slender and sharp limbs are full of lethality, but they are too thin to resist the extremely heavy sword in Yang Xuming's hand.

The sword body was cut off, and the two forelimbs were directly cut off, making the spider even more angry.

It completely lowered its body, and its fat belly was almost on the ground, just to squeeze into the door of the mourning hall.

But while the spider lowered its body and squeezed its head in, its huge body was inevitably blocked by the door.

The extra limbs were all blocked out of the door.

Although only one or two seconds later, this spider can move its body and get in.

But Yang Xuming would not give it time to come in completely.

The moment the giant spider's head got into the mourning hall, Yang Xuming rushed over.

The corpse of the monk on the spider's head looked at Yang Xuming, folded his hands, indifferent, but the blood in his eyes became more dazzling.

But near the blood coffin of the mourning hall, the scarlet eyes had no lethality.

Yang Xuming rushed directly, then raised his left hand amidst the spider's angry roar and pointed it at the spider monster in front.

At this moment, the distance between him and this spider monster...less than half a meter!

But he chose to put down the sword in his hand, instead he raised his left hand without a sword and pointed it at the head of the spider monster.

In the mourning hall, the air seemed to be quiet for a second.

Even the spider monster was confused by Yang Xuming's weird behavior.

But in the next second, Yang Xuming moved.

The cold and pale turbulent flames roared out from his open left hand and sprayed directly on the head of the spider monster.

The reaction force brought by the huge flame that spewed out even pushed Yang Xuming's body back by half a step.

The spider monster wailed bitterly, and desperately backed out of the hall.

That's right, special abilities cannot be activated in the blood coffin of the mourning hall.

But precisely because of this, after Yang Xuming's pale flame lost its special effects, it exerted a burning effect that it didn't have.

The pale flame ignited the countless fluff on the surface of the spider monster in an instant, spreading wildly on its surface.

Inside and outside the mourning hall, the screams of the spider monsters screamed numb.

Yang Xuming looked at the spider monster with an indifferent expression, screaming and retreating to the outside of the mourning hall, without pursuing it.

Because the spider monster at this time has been completely submerged by the pale and strange flames, and the whole body is burning frantically.

It withdrew from the mourning hall in horror, trying to extinguish the flames on its body.

However, after leaving the scope of the blood coffin, the true power of this pale flame immediately appeared.

"Kneel down!" Yang Xuming said coldly, looking at the spider outside the door.

The moment the sound fell, the huge monster let out a desperate cry, and lay on the ground with a thud, seeming to have been under unparalleled pressure.

The blazing white flame almost completely ignited the spider.

The huge scale of flame burning brings an unimaginable huge gravity.

The spider lay on the ground in pain, and all the limbs were flat on the floor, like a specimen about to be squashed.

As for the monk's corpse on the spider's head, at this time, it was finally unable to maintain that kind of breezy appearance with his hands folded.

The blazing white flame also drowned it.

In this cold white ghost fire, the monk's corpse was writhing painfully to do what he wanted, but he couldn't get rid of the huge gravity exerted by the ghost fire at all.

Outside the mourning hall, there was a horrible creak.

It seems that the bones of the monk are about to be crushed.

Even the spider's body is about to be squashed, and the fat belly is completely flattened, as if there is really an invisible big hand crushing this monster.

Yang Xuming saw this scene, without any hesitation, directly raised Frostmourne in his hand, and threw it heavily!

In the sound of breaking through the sky, Frostmourne flew out of the mourning hall and directly hit the monk's head.

The head exploded instantly, and countless things spattered like a bursting watermelon.

After the head exploded, the monk's body was slightly stiff and collapsed.

At the same time, the body of the spider is softened.

That huge spider monster seemed to have lost its life at the moment the monk's head exploded.

The few feet that had been trying to struggle and trembling ceaselessly were also completely motionless at this time.

The pale ghost fire burned quietly on the corpse of the spider monster, but the spider didn't struggle anymore.

Then, a scene that Yang Xuming had never seen before happened.

-When the spider died completely and stopped moving, the pale flame burning on its body suddenly stagnated.

Then these pale flames blew up, and instantly exploded on the spider's corpse.

The cold wind rushed towards his face, causing Yang Xuming to take two steps back subconsciously, covering his face with his hands.

This flame exploding wind turned out to be as cold as ice and snow?

Yang Xuming frowned.

And this is the first time he has seen this situation, this flame will suddenly erupt?

When he put down his hand, he found that the spider was gone.

Apart from the Frostmourne that fell on the ground, there was only a small white ghost fire burning silently.

And even this last little ghost fire quickly dissipated.

The last thing left outside the mourning hall was a shadow on the ground—the shadow of a giant spider monster.

This shadow became the last trace left by the spider in the world.

Behind Yang Xuming, Ying Sixue's eyes widened as he saw this scene, with a look of shock on his face.

"Your flame was so fierce? It was directly physically overpowered? Or was it extinguished?"

Yang Xuming raised his left hand in silence, his heart moved slightly.

A group of pale ghost fires silently emerged in his hands.

He is also a little confused-this ghost fire originally has a super function?