Mortal Seeking Immortal

The blazing ghost fire burned fiercely in the magic fog, and no sound came out of the magic fog!

The hearts of all the cultivators sank. Could it be that Ye Zhou had been buried in the ghost fire?

Manager Sun, who was far away in the air, also noticed that Ye Zhou was surrounded by ghost fire, but he was fighting with another Jindan realm demon cultivator at the moment and had no time to rescue him.

Seeing this, the Ghost Demon Sect cultivators who were behind the demon cultivator army cheered and said, "Old Yin is worthy of being the first person in the foundation building period of our Ghost Demon Sect. He actually summoned a skeleton ghost general in the false elixir realm to avenge the dead disciples of our Ghost Demon Sect. It is really gratifying!"

"This kid from the Spirit Beast Sect has killed many cultivators of our sect in the past two days. If we don't teach him a lesson, they will really think that our Ghost Demon Sect has no one and can be bullied by others!"

After the Ghost Demon Sect cultivator said this, he urged the various magic tools in his hands and released a large number of ghosts to rush into the battlefield. The ghosts carried a strong ghost aura, either attacking from the front or from behind, and pounced on the cultivators of the four sects and three schools with their fangs and claws.

Perhaps to vent their anger, the Ghost Demon Sect's cultivators attacked more fiercely this time than before. The cultivators from the four sects and three schools had a hard time fighting. Even Wu Yong, who wanted to rush to rescue Ye Zhou, was besieged by three foundation-building ghosts.

Wu Yong held the big iron pot to resist the ghostly aura released by the ghosts, and wielded the big kitchen knife in his hand vigorously. He yelled at the three ghosts blocking the way in front of him: "Get out of my way!"

Before he finished speaking, a spiritual power burst out from Wu Yong's body and shot into the big kitchen knife in Wu Yong's hand!

A silver light flashed on the big kitchen knife, and the cold light flew out from Wu Yong's kitchen knife like flying snowflakes, and whizzed around!

The cold light tore apart the ghostly aura surrounding Wu Yong like a broken bamboo, and flew towards the three ghosts blocking the way!

The three ghosts seemed to know the power of these cold lights, and they dared not face them head-on. They all dodged around, and Wu Yong was able to continue moving forward!

Wu Yong looked at the direction of Ye Zhou with a serious look in his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Ye, hold on, wait for me!"

There were cultivators around who usually got along well with Wu Yong. Seeing that Wu Yong was going to enter the magic fog to rescue Ye Zhou, they all stopped him and said: "Wu Yong, you are crazy! With your cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, entering the magic fog is tantamount to seeking death!"

"Let's not talk about the fact that there is a fake Dan realm skeleton ghost in the magic fog. Just talking about the ghost fire it released, it can burn even the foundation-building top-grade magic tools. Ye Zhou may have been burned to death by the ghost fire. Why do you have to go in and die!"

Wu Yong looked at the cultivators around him who dissuaded him with red eyes and said firmly: "I believe Brother Ye will not die!"

After Wu Yong said that, he ran at full speed in the direction of the magic fog! Wu Yong is usually afraid of death, but Ye Zhou is the best person to him in the world except for his master and senior brother, so he must rescue Ye Zhou!

A cultivator shook his head and sighed after seeing Wu Yong's actions: "Wu Yong, Wu Yong, you are so smart on the battlefield, why are you so confused this time?"

Before Wu Yong approached the magic fog, a Blood Demon Sect cultivator in the late stage of foundation building recognized Wu Yong as the person who had attacked him on the battlefield before. A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Blood Demon Sect cultivator, and he urged a blood-red ghost-head knife to chop at Wu Yong!

The ghost-head knife made a humming sound like a ghost crying, and several crescent-shaped blood-red knife marks appeared under the knife, attacking Wu Yong from all directions!

After noticing the actions of the Blood Demon Sect cultivator, Wu Yong slapped the big black pot in front of him, and a black light burst out from the big black pot, covering Wu Yong's head, protecting Wu Yong's whole body!

The blood-red knife marks fell on the big black pot with a bang, making the huge black pot tremble slightly. When the blood-red knife marks disappeared, the ghost-head knife had flown to Wu Yong and chopped the big black pot with a bang!

Two rays of light, one red and one black, burst out from the ghost-head knife and the big black pot respectively, and the two rays of light did not give in to each other in mid-air!

The Blood Demon Sect monk standing behind saw this scene, waved his hand, and injected another strong demonic energy into the ghost-head knife. After absorbing this group of demonic energy, the momentum of the ghost-head knife surged, and a dazzling red light burst out again!

The red light oppressed the spiritual light on the big black pot, and finally, a slight click sound came from the big black pot, and a shallow crack spread on the big black pot.

According to this trend, the big black pot can't hold on for too long!

At this time, a faint red light appeared in Wu Yong's eyes, and a strong feeling of hunger came from his stomach!

So hungry!

Wu Yong's eyes fell on the Blood Demon Sect monk who was closest to him. The Blood Demon Sect monk didn't know what happened to Wu Yong yet. Seeing that cracks had appeared on the big black pot that Wu Yong used for defense, the Blood Demon Sect monk's eyes flashed with excitement!

The Blood Demon Sect monk quickly approached Wu Yong's side. He stretched out his hand and pressed it down lightly: "Break it for me!"

Then a red light burst out from the ghost-head knife again, and it chopped down heavily on the big black pot!

The big black pot could no longer hold on, and several cracks spread on the big black pot like a spider web!

Before the big black pot broke, Wu Yong, who was hiding under the big black pot, moved his body, turned into a residual image, and quickly rushed towards the Blood Demon Sect monk!

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Blood Demon Sect monk, and he said coldly: "You are really courting death!"

The Blood Demon Sect monk immediately activated the magic power, and a blood-red light quickly covered the surface of his body.

The Blood Demon Sect monk punched Wu Yong with all his strength. With his late foundation building cultivation and magic skills, he could easily break the protective shield of a cultivator in the Great Perfection of Foundation Building with a full punch, so he did not take Wu Yong, who was only in the middle stage of Foundation Building, seriously.

Just when the Blood Demon Sect monk's fist was about to hit Wu Yong, Wu Yong flashed and quickly dodged the Blood Demon Sect monk's attack. He flashed to his side and rushed towards him with lightning speed!

The Blood Demon Sect monk released several protective shields while recalling the ghost-head knife.

The moment the several protective shields were formed, a fat hand with a faint red glow on its nails instantly pierced through the protective shield set by the Blood Demon Sect monk and pierced into his body with a puff!

The Blood Demon Sect monk showed a look of surprise in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Wu Yong, who was only in the middle stage of Foundation Building, could break his protective shield and magic skills!

The Blood Demon Sect monk was about to break free from Wu Yong's hand, when the white light that had been hidden in Wu Yong's dantian suddenly appeared in Wu Yong's dantian, and a strong suction force came from Wu Yong's hand.

The demonic energy in the Blood Demon Sect monk's dantian flowed into Wu Yong's hand, and then flowed into the white light in Wu Yong's dantian along the meridians in Wu Yong's hand.