Maoshan Ghost King

When something abnormal happens, it is a demon, and the fog is unprovoked. The color of the fog is blood red. It is indeed very strange. At least in Ge Yu's 20 years, this is the first time he has encountered this situation.

The novice Zhong Jinliang was even more unheard of, and said with some trepidation: "Brother Yu, why is this fog so scary? What's the situation?"

"The three living men sacrificed to the bridge, and their grievances were quite big after death. The three ghosts with extremely high morality condense together to form a boundless vitality. That's why this happens. Let's continue to move forward. The yang energy is a little bit vigorous. Don't be corroded by this blood energy and affect your spirit."

As Ge Yu spoke, he also took out the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword from his waist. At this moment, he had to be vigilant. Seeing that the evil spirit condensed in the red mist was already in essence, they relied on their pure Yang Qi. It is still able to resist. If it is an ordinary person or a practitioner with a lower cultivation level, it is very likely that he will be contaminated by the evil Yin Qi in the red mist, affecting the soul, and then be controlled by the Yin Qi and do some incredible things. It's not a joke.

What Ge Yu was most worried about was He Dazhuang, so he kept closely following him.

At the same time, according to the evil spirit condensed by the red mist, Ge Yu also had a general judgment. It is estimated that these ghosts have almost reached the elementary level of ghosts and monsters, or are close to the way of ghosts.

The other party died too tragically and was poured alive into the concrete pillars, especially the child who was less than three months old, who belonged to the reincarnation not long ago, and he hadn’t opened his eyes to take a good look at the world. It's dead, in order to wait for this reincarnation, it doesn't know how many years it has waited, and it died within a few months of its birth. It is strange that its resentment is not heavy.

As for the baby’s mother, watching her son being poured into the concrete pillar, she endured great pain during her lifetime. This kind of lively watching her son being killed is the most irritating way for her mother. Extremely tragic, after death, it will inevitably turn into ghost revenge.

And these days, they kill at least two or three people every day. The more people they kill, the heavier the blood resentment on them. If they kill all the people in their village, they will condense the whole village. People's grievances and ferocious aura, it is estimated that the three ghosts can reach the realm of primary ghosts in a very short time.

Ge Yu faintly felt that this matter was a bit unusual, but I didn't quite understand where it was. At present, he can only take one step.

Several people passed through the red mist that permeated the village, and continued to move forward. The more they went forward, the more dense the blood-red mist became.

The blood-red mist was sweet, breathed into the lungs, and the breathing felt heavy.

As he was about to leave the village, suddenly, the baby's crying sound rang again, and the baby's crying sound was unusually loud, as if he was right next to him.

The few people who heard this cry were a little upset, and Hei Xiaose suddenly cursed: "Cry a hairy, have the ability to come out and fight with Hei Ye, to ensure that you cry more miserably."

However, as soon as Hei Xiaoshe's words fell, a baby suddenly crawled out of the red fog in front of him. The baby was wet and stained with a lot of cement and sand. He crawled towards them while crying. Come here.

The little baby was only two or three months old, and he was naked. Although crying, the corners of his mouth curled up on his small face, but there was a wicked smile, especially those eyes, dark as ink, resentful. Monstrous, he staggered straight towards them and crawled over.

"Uncle...I'm so cold, okay to play with me..." The little baby's voice was cold and echoed, as he spoke, crawling towards them.

Not long after, the little baby crawled to the side of everyone and suddenly stood up from the ground. The cry stopped abruptly, and then he giggled and laughed: "Uncle...play with me..."

When he was speaking, blood was constantly flowing down the corner of the baby's mouth.

"Okay, uncle accompany you for a lot of fun, eat your uncle first and then speak with one sword!" As he spoke, Hei Xiaose raised his sword and fell, and slashed at the little baby.

After the sword passed, the little baby was cut into two pieces and cut off by the waist.

The baby's body separated, his feet were still moving, his hands were lying on the ground, and he burst into tears again: "Uncle...you are so cruel, I have been murdered like this, you still Take the sword and slash me, you are the same as them, both are bad guys... I want you to die... You all will die...

The little baby supported half of his body with both hands, and continued to crawl towards the black little color, leaving behind a long string of blood stains, and the legs were still trembling. The situation was strange. How weird.

In this situation, Hei Xiaose was also taken aback. Her Qinghong sword was also a magic weapon that had been passed down from Wudang Mountain for hundreds of years.

At this moment, Zhong Jinliang stepped forward. As soon as the Immortal Slashing Sword in his hand came out, it immediately landed on the baby's head again.

Immediately after a scream, the baby's body was broken into two pieces, and it suddenly turned into a black air and disappeared invisible.

It’s better to cut the Immortal Sword.

Hei Xiaose breathed a sigh of relief when the smoke disappeared from the little baby. Unexpectedly, although the baby was gone, the cry of the surrounding babies became more tragic.

Then in the red fog that was permeating, there were babies crawling out, but this time it was not one or two, but a large swath of babies, densely crawling toward them.

No one knows how many babies there are. They all look the same. The cries of the countless babies are connected together, forming a huge field, and the heads of several people humming.

There were crying babies in all directions, surrounding them all.

"Ah...it's over, it's over...we are going to die...we must die here..." He Dazhuang couldn't bear it when he saw the countless babies, and shouted loudly.

Among these people, his cultivation base was the lowest, and he couldn't control it first.

Ge Yu felt that this situation was weird. He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and a tingling pain spread all over his body. The spirit table was suddenly clear. When he looked forward again, he found that there were not so many babies in front of him. This was an illusion, they still Affected by this red mist.