Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"Miss Song is here, we are saved!"

"Miss Song, Miss Song!"

Everyone wept with joy. This is the confidence that Song Qingxiao showed to the crowd when he was on the boat.

Even the roaring ghosts and the zombies chasing after him can't affect everyone's mood at this moment.

It seems that where she is, everyone is fearless and will be sheltered in her powerful wings.

Song Changqing was stunned for a moment, and then a relieved and somewhat disappointed expression appeared in his eyes, as if he was happy for Song Qingxiao to receive such a welcome, but it seemed that there was another kind of younger sister who no longer only relied on him and needed him. And gave birth to a feeling of overwhelming.

The crowd was still cheering, and Young General Song Qing let go.

Spiritual power steadily supported the old Taoist priest to fall, until his toes touched the ground, that power dissipated.

He staggered and was held by Song Changqing.

The old Taoist raised his head, and his eyes showed a small figure of Song Qing holding a long sword.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Song Qingxiao's body, including Song Changqing who was supporting him. They didn't notice the old Taoist's eyes, as if they had finally confirmed something, with a look of despair on their faces.

"Woo!"

The tongue of the crack-faced female ghost was cut off, and she made a long ghost cry, both painful and angry.

Song Qing held Zhu Tian in his hand, and the powerful spiritual power formed a light mask like an open umbrella at the tip of the sword.

She drew it casually, the sword aura overflowed, leaving a halo where the tip of the sword wandered:

"go with!"

As soon as the voice fell, the halo rapidly increased and fell, and finally formed an incomparably large ring of strength, which fell on the ground with a ‘boom’!

‘Ticketika——’

At the place where the spiritual power was imprinted, huge pits appeared on the ground, the stone bricks cracked, and the black blood flowing on the ground was drawn into this deep depression by the powerful suction.

The cracks spread in all directions, grabbed the ground, and collapsed inch by inch.

The surrounding walls and houses wailed overwhelmingly, and the corpses hiding in the corner were also involved in this spiritual storm, pulled into the depression, strangled by the sword energy, and turned into Yin Qi and dissipated.

The underground shook extremely fiercely, and the sword energy with the dust and smoke swept straight toward the cracked face female ghost and the corpses and human skin lanterns that came.

"It hurts!"

Under the impact of the sword qi, the wound on the female ghost's face opened more open, and the blood was gurgling.

But the more painful, the deeper her resentment, and the same strength is also in a frantic skyrocketing.

"Has reached the level of a ghost king?"

Sensing the power of this female ghost, the old Taoist couldn't help but his expression changed in shock:

"impossible!"

The existence of the ghost king level is far beyond what a Taoist priest of his level can conquer.

Even if it was a master whose cultivation base was far better than him, I am afraid that facing such a powerful ghost king, he would be helpless.

No wonder this female ghost is so ferocious, and Yunhushan's magic talisman doesn't work for her at all.

Only then did he feel scared.

This female ghost looked like she didn't show her true strength when she chased and killed everyone before.

If Song Qingxiao hadn't arrived in time, even if the old Taoist blew himself up, it would be difficult for Song Changqing and others to escape!

"What happened to Shen Zhuang back then..."

The old Taoist muttered to himself while clutching his chest.

This battle is far from the level he can intervene. To suppress the existence of the ghost king, at least the existence of the realm of distraction is needed.

"Qing Xiao..." The old Taoist priest looked at the apprentice above the sky, his eyes were a little moist, and finally he sighed softly:

"Qing Xiao."

Song Qingxiao didn’t know what the old Taoist felt deep inside his heart at this time. The few cracked-faced female ghosts flung their hair, and the wet hair tips instantly swelled and turned into thousands of bloodshot eyes. Around the walls.

The bloodshot pulled their bodies, making their bodies stretched several times like a soft rubber.

The bodies of several female ghosts jumped flexibly, avoiding the grasping of the sword energy on the ground, and leaping into the air, at the same time, a ghost claw came out and grabbed Song Qing's body fiercely.

The word'Front' flashed, and Song Qing's small figure disappeared in place.

The **** ghost claws left a few afterimages in the air and threw them into the air.

However, several female ghosts with the same appearance slammed into each other, and then they merged into one.

After the ghosts were united, the female ghost's aura was even more terrifying than before.

She uttered a long ghost howl with a sharp and piercing voice. Under the shock of the sound waves, the other ghosts that escaped the sword aura and harvested turned into yin qi, and they were all sucked into her mouth.

She breathed in the evil spirit, and her face looked more treacherous.

Her head split, blood spurted out, turned into thousands of black threads, ‘poof, poof’ spurted around!

The blood line is dense like a crisscross spider silk, sticking to the walls on both sides of the tunnel.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

The female ghost cried out with pain and raised her head vigorously.

Pulled by her bloodline, the walls on both sides slowly began to squirm and close in the middle.

The ground was shattered under the destruction of the power of the war, and the old Taoists and others in the middle felt their bodies sinking straight down, as if they were about to be swallowed by the collapsed streets and the walls made of flesh and blood.

Song Qingxiao held the sword again, and Jian Guang'swish' cut the blood line.

The broken lines of blood dropped to the ground and turned into a pool of blood.

Without the pull of the blood line, the wall closing momentum ceased instantly.

At the same time, the female ghost's huge body soared up into the sky, her four legs propped up on the wall, her big mouth split open, her long tongue stuck out, and she rolled towards Song Qing.

She was going to deal with Song Qingxiao in the same way she had dealt with the old Taoist priests. After the long tongue was rolled, Song Qingxiao did not dodge as she expected.

She took the long sword away, and at the same time stretched out a hand, grasping it to the tip of her tongue.

"what?"

When everyone below saw her move, they all exclaimed in disbelief.

The crack-faced female ghost was also stunned, and then squinted one eye, and countless tentacles emerged from the tip of her tongue, just as she was about to bind her firmly-Song Qingxiao had already shot her hand like lightning, and grabbed her tongue.

The cold and bitter feeling spread all over her body as Song Qing Xiaoyi grabbed the tongue.

The bloodshot on the tip of the tongue came out from between her fingers, and climbed up and surged along her arm.

In the sound of ‘hhhhh’, these bloodshots clung to the skin, as if trying to penetrate into her flesh.

It's just that light scales quickly appeared on the arms, blocking these bloodshot eyes, making it difficult for the ghost king's tongue and whiskers to go further.

She was stunned, as if she hadn't reacted, Song Qing squeezed her palm, and spiritual power poured out from her palm, freezing the tongue firmly.

Bingxue quickly froze the long tongue, and amidst the screams of the cracked face female ghost, Song Qingxiao yanked hard--

In the tearing sound that made the scalp numb, the female ghost let out a high-pitched and ear-piercing pain, and that long tongue with large stocks of black blood was plucked out by Song Qingxiao!

The female ghost's face was torn, and Song Qing's small voice came into her ears:

"Where is the faceless female ghost?" She asked, "Where is the evil spirit that caused the massacre?"

"what--"

The black blood of ‘gurgling’ was pouring out like a fountain, and the faceless female ghost was so painful that she started to attack indiscriminately with her hands and feet.

Young General Song Qing lost his long tongue and hid for a few times. He didn't say anything, but finally lost his patience and wielded his sword again.

‘Wow! ’

‘Wow! ’

‘Wow! ’

The sound of sword qi breaking through the air is endless, and the female ghost's limbs are cut off as soon as three sword qi is released.

This previously fiercely fierce female ghost turned into a few blinks, and fell into a pool of blood.

When the people shivering below saw this scene, their faces were delighted, thinking that the crisis had been resolved.

Only the old Taoist felt wrong, frowning and shouting:

"Be careful--"

In the time of shouting, the corpses of several split-faced female ghosts quickly melted in a pool of blood.

The blood began to close together, and an incomparably large snake head was ‘sizzled’ out of the peristalsis!

The snake's head was as big as a bucket, and it was covered with dark red scales. His body was tumbling with black energy. As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth wide, revealing fangs that flickered with cold light.

"what……"

The crowd broke out in exclamation, Song Qingxiao saw the viciousness of the snake's head and swung his sword to cut out two sword auras.

Jianguang cut the snake head apart, but as soon as it broke, the blood poured out to make up for the wound.

Under the stimulation of the pain, the giant python became more fierce, showing its figure, about twenty meters long, and it made earth-shattering noises between its neighing and biting.

No matter how fierce Song Qingxiao's shots were, the blood python transformed by the Cracked Faced Ghost King was extremely fierce.

This place is in the ghost realm, and the strong source of evil spirits continuously conveys power to it, making its overall strength weaker than Song Qingxiao, but it is almost invincible.

If things go on like this, it's just delaying time and consuming one's spiritual power.

If Qing Mingling wakes up at this time, it would be easy for Song Qingxiao to correspond to such a ghost king.

But without the Qing Ming order, such a ghost seemed a bit difficult.

The evil spirit behind Shen Zhuang has not yet appeared, and Dong Qin Wuwu has not yet appeared. She needs to save her strength, and there is no need to waste too much energy here.

At the same moment, the human-skin lanterns in the distance had led the large number of ghost corpses closer, and there were at least hundreds of them in a trance, and they had been approaching, causing great psychological oppression to everyone.

"help me--"

"Help..."

"Why don't you save me..."

The unjust soul who died tragically yelled for help, and his anger rose to the sky, making the blood python even more angry.

The blood splattered, with extremely strong corrosive power, in the blink of an eye, he had already played a few tricks with Song Qing.

"Miss Song, Miss Song..."

Underneath Wu Baocai and others exclaimed, the child who had been sealed with five senses gradually woke up under the stimulation of Yin Qi.

The child cried loudly.

A woman was afraid and annoyed and shouted with a cry:

"Can you take care of your children?"

...

Everyone was in a mess. At this time, Song Qingxiao avoided the blood python's attack and sent Zhu Tian forward!

A clear and high-pitched dragon roar sounded, and the black-red giant python, which was attacking frantically, sensed that the breath was wrong, and a trace of humanized fear appeared in his eyes.

As soon as the sword shadow took off Song Qing's small hands, a golden dragon phantom in the sword body quickly grew larger, and instantly turned into a majestic dragon.

Purple arcs flowed around Jinlong's body.

The powerful lightning energy ‘zizi’ hit the Yin Qi, causing the ghosts to escape.

The power of the thunder and lightning system belongs to the nemesis, the ghost king has become a climate, and when he sees the golden dragon appearing, he turns his head in a serpent shape and avoids it in another direction.

Jinlong waved his long tail and chased him up.

On the other side, the group of corpses had already approached.

The power of these ghost corpses is much more fierce than the evil corpses, and the number cannot be underestimated, and the lethality is extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Song Qing touched her palm--

A small copper coin sword with an extremely simple appearance appeared in her palm.

This small copper coin sword is somewhat similar to the small copper coin sword previously summoned by the old Taoist priests with magic techniques, but the aura is deepened several times. It was the treasure of the Heavenly One Gate sent by Taoist priest No. 4 when it was a pure heart.

Fu Xiu was also born in Taoist sect, but he didn't know that the techniques of Tianyi Sect were not proficient in restraining evil and making ghosts.

But in any case, this copper coin sword finally came in handy at this time.

Song Qing Xiaoyi shook out the sword, and the sword split into seven copper coins, which were suspended in the air.

‘Wow! ’

'Whizzing! ’

Each copper coin occupies a single star position, and soon forms the Big Dipper array.

Below the formation, a cyan Dao Ying with two swords in his hands appeared, and the Dao Ying revealed a powerful cultivation base, as if this sword was much more powerful than when it was in the hands of Fu Xiu in the Abyss Territory.

"This, what is this?"

As soon as the seven Taoist shadows appeared, Song Changqing vaguely felt that these people wearing green robes and wearing a crown on their heads faintly have the same breath of Taoism from the same source~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But he misunderstood and turned to look Old Taoist:

"Are you the ancestors of Yunhushan?"

"No."

He has just stepped into the realm of cultivation, and it is reasonable that he can't recognize it.

But the old Taoist priest realized that these seven Taoist shadows had extraordinary powers.

Although he is also dressed as a Taoist priest, the Taoist school has a long history. Since its development, it has long been unknown how many factions the tributaries belong to. Even he can't tell where these Taoist priests come from, but can only see that these Taoist influences are extraordinary.

"Where did the little junior sister come from?" Song Changqing asked in surprise when he saw the old Taoist priest shook his head.

But he saw a trace of sadness flashing in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and then he stopped as if he realized something.

Song Qing Xiaoyi released the sword, and his figure flashed and fell back to the ground.

Little Golden Dragon chased the ghost king, and as soon as the seven souls of the Tianyi Gate appeared, under the restriction of the powerful power of the right way, those ghosts with weaker cultivation base could not hold it at all.

Seven shadows swung their swords into the corpse group, the roar of the corpse group intertwined with the sword, and the light and shadow shuttled through the black mist.

The human skin lantern was pierced by the sword qi, and the resentful soul sealed in the corpse was drawn into the sword formation.

The stumps and arms flew around, and in an instant, the group of corpses that had arrived had been swept away by the Seven Shadows of the Dao Sect.

This magical power is fully demonstrated, the method is really powerful, for everyone, it is no different from the method of the gods.

Not only the ordinary people are excited, but even the old Taoist priests feel that the declining Taoist door in recent years seems to be rejuvenated, showing the color of yearning.

As soon as the Seven Souls cut down the corpse group, they immediately returned to the copper coin.

As soon as the Big Dipper array was collected, it was transformed into seven copper coins and re-arranged into a small sword, which flew back to Song Qingxiao's ‘swish’.