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The three of them were very measured, they looked at each other and kept their mouths shut.

Chu He looked at the three of them and nodded slightly.

She Li's hallucinations are naturally not something Wen Qi can easily resist.

Chu He just thought of ghost energy entering the body after discovering the hallucination.

After all, She Li is just a ghost cultivator of the snake clan, not a real monster snake, and the illusion technique must be supported by ghost energy.

Chu He then thought of clearing the ghost energy by himself.

The illusion cannot be broken, but in the final analysis, ghost energy needs to enter the human body to take effect.

Since the illusion cannot be broken, then clear the ghost energy that has entered the body.

Wanting to understand this, Chu He recited Xuezhong in his heart.

Sure enough, it does work.

The illusion has not completely disappeared, but he can already see where the real body is.

Chu He followed his plan and deliberately acted flustered in order to paralyze the snake Li Baile so that he could kill the enemy with one blow.

But when Chu He thought about it now, he realized the value of his method.

Chanting in the snow can actually have the same effect as a great Confucian mirror heart!

Although the Great Confucian Jingxin doesn't need to be like this at all, he can get rid of ghost hallucinations with a shock of Jingxin.

But this method of chanting has an effect on the self at any time.

The third-grade Confucian Jingxin encountered the half-holy ghost fairyland, and fell into it because of the lack of Jingxin.

The method that can be recited, as long as the enemy does not kill by force, you can keep your heart stable.

In comparison, it is not much worse than Jingxin.

Chu He was overjoyed in his heart, but his face was as usual.

It's not about unraveling these things yet.

These methods will only be useful when the human race stabilizes and fights against ghost cultivators in unison.

Several people sat on the ground and rested for a while, then headed towards the cave together.

The cave is huge and I don't know how deep it is.

But Snake Li, Hu Mei Baile and the three ghost cultivators had just come out, so there should be no danger in the cave.

It took nearly a quarter of an hour for everyone to walk before the cave gradually shrank.

"Look what that is!"

Feng Zishu exclaimed and pointed to the distance.

Everyone looked around hastily.

I saw human bones lying on the ground in the distance.

Beside this withered bone, there is a literary spirit looming.

"This should be a great Confucian treasure."

Feng Zishu picked up Wenbao and said.

This cultural treasure has an extremely strange appearance, with a sheep's head and antlers, but there are some patterns carved out of unknown materials.

In the middle of the eye sockets of the sheep's head, there is a trace of culture, which spreads out towards the outside.

Fang Yi took it, and said, "The human race's great Confucianism treasure is really useless to Sheli, so they didn't take it away."

Zhang Heng said: "We were able to come in because Chu He forced the three ghosts back. This cultural treasure should be given to Chu He."

The three nodded and handed Wen Bao out.

Chu He looked at the three of them and said with a smile: "I didn't lose anything when I came here. Since Zhang Heng lost a great Confucian treasure of the family, why not give it to him as compensation."

Zhang Heng quickly waved his hand to refuse, but the other two nodded in agreement seeing Chu He's behavior.

Feng Zishu said with a smile: "The trip to Blood Moon Mountain has just begun, and there will be many good things in the future, so you can take them."

Fang Yi also nodded in agreement.

Zhang Heng couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to accept it. He clasped his fists and said, "Since you three said so, I will accept this treasure. When we go back, the Zhang family will definitely have compensation!"

Chu He chuckled, and was about to speak when his face suddenly changed.

"Brother Chu, what's wrong with you?" Feng Zishu asked suspiciously.

Chu He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "There is a huge ghost energy coming towards here."

When the three of them heard this, their faces suddenly changed.

Feng Zishu had never seen Chu He have such a dignified expression, and said in a low voice, "Could it be stronger than the Three Ghost Cultivators?"

Fang Yi exclaimed: "Impossible, the first class Sheli is infinitely close to the third-rank ghost general, stronger than these three, won't it be obliterated by Huangquan?"

As soon as Fang Yi finished speaking, a huge ghostly aura suddenly struck, covering the sky and covering the sun.

The ghost pressure made the three of them breathless and unable to speak.

The three of them were shocked, and they quickly circulated their energy to protect themselves.

Zhang Heng shouted loudly: "What kind of monster is here? Let's go out quickly and avoid it for the time being!"

Chu He shook his head.

It was too late.

In the middle of Setsuna, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the ghostly aura and landed on the ground with a bang.

The ghostly aura dissipated, and the face appeared.

Ghost General!

The three of Feng Zishu gritted their teeth, clenched their hands, and exerted all their strength to maintain their sanity.

Chu He has already protected his body with dignity, with a dignified face.

"Chu He, I finally found you."

The ghost general slowly opened his eyes, with a pair of blood-red vertical pupils, as if shooting out a stream of blood, he approached Chu He.

"Spirit King!"

Seeing the ghost general's vertical pupils clearly, Feng Zishu exclaimed.

Hearing this cry, Fang Yi and Zhang Heng both looked pale and their eyes were full of despair.

"How is it possible, the ghost king is a rank one ghost king, his strength is comparable to that of a ghost emperor, how could he appear here!"

Zhang Heng screamed out.

All three of them were half puzzled and half terrified looking at the ghost general in front of them.

"Noisy."

Ghost King snorted coldly, there was a real meaning in the words, the three of them immediately shut their mouths tightly, unable to speak.

Chu He looked at the ghost king in front of him, thinking quickly in his heart.

The Spirit Ghost King has a huge ghost aura, but it looks like he is only in the fourth-grade fierce ghost realm.

Although I don't know how the Linggui King managed to release the huge ghost energy without being wiped out by the ghost domain, the most urgent thing is how a few people escape.

The spirit ghost king's strength here is not as good as that of the outside world, and he should only have the strength of a second-rank ghost commander.

But Chu He's literary spirit is only comparable to the third grade, and he is not his opponent anyway.

Chu He's heart was active, his complexion remained unchanged, and he said in a cold voice, "I don't know why the Spirit Ghost King is looking for me?"

Ghost King said with a sneer.

"Seeing that you can force back three of the twelve families in the ghost world, I will tell you so that you can understand."

"Chu He, do you still remember the ghost general you killed at the Longmen Talents Meeting?"

"That ghost general is my adopted son. I just let him go out to travel, but you dragged him to the human world and killed him. I will not share this hatred with you!"

Chu He said in a cold voice.

"That ghost general colluded with Prime Minister Zuo and voluntarily entered the human world to kill me. Even if you have a grudge, you still want to find Prime Minister Zuo of the human race. Why are you looking for me?"

The spirit ghost king showed anger on his face, and said angrily.

"Killing you is just the first step. One day, I will let the entire human race be buried with my adopted son!"

With a sound, the wind rose like a cloud, and the entire sky above the Blood Moon Mountain was covered by ghost energy.

The violent culture in the sky seemed to be a shark that smelled blood, and suddenly rushed towards this place.

The faces of Feng Zishu and the others suddenly rejoiced.

The violent spirit is the spirit of a saint of the human race, even the spirit ghost king may not be able to resist it.

The Zhiling Ghost King sneered coldly, with a ghostly aura and no fear at all, facing him head-on with a berserk aura.

"Chu He, you should be proud if you can kill me even if I am forced to be seriously injured."