There's a ghost inside me

"The Eighth Level Spirit Master has fallen!"

In the distance, the Wang family members and Su Han all looked at this scene with sad eyes.

No matter when and where.

The death of any eighth-level spirit master is a huge loss to the human race.

Bang!

At this moment, the seventh-level spiritual master led the team was the leader.

Everyone clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and recited silently in their hearts, which was regarded as a simple memory.

"Who will die? Wang Feng? Wang Can?"

At this time, Su Han was thinking about other things, "In addition, what Master said is indeed correct. The Beiming Ghost is the biggest threat to the human race!"

Just for some reason.

Just now, when facing the Beiming Ghost, Su Han felt that the other party was inexplicably familiar with him.

However, there are still many similarities between them.

As long as there is no real hammer,

It is still difficult for the world to associate the young chief with the Beiming ghost.

It's like the little police officer in the police station is actually the boss of the underworld...

Too magical realism.

After temporarily suppressing distracting thoughts.

Under the leadership of the Seventh-Level Spirit Master, Su Han looked at the deep mountains with complicated eyes.

There, the Beiming Ghost and the Xuanmen Ghost are fighting to the death with the Spirit Master.

......

There is no wind and no sound.

The whole world seemed to be still for a moment.

The eyes of the Wang family spirit masters went from shock at the beginning to fear, fear, regret...

final.

A middle-aged man in purple said bitterly, "The head of the family...we...remove?"

"withdraw?"

When repeating this word, Wang Fengsan's heart was trembling.

It can be imagined.

If it is withdrawn today, all the losses here will be recorded on the head of the Wang family!

"Can't withdraw!"

In an instant, Wang Fengsan gritted his teeth, looked at the villa, and said, "We haven't lost yet!"

"this......"

Everyone couldn't help but look strange.

Wang Fengsan said in a deep voice, "The sinking ghost is in our hands! Either take it away, or see if there is still a chance to catch this Beiming ghost!"

There is also a 8th-level spiritual master in the villa. In addition, reinforcements from Tianji Palace are also on the way, so things may not turn around.

But, Wang Fengsan was really shivering.

Wang Can has already died in his family. If another eighth-level spirit master died today, the consequences will be unimaginable.

besides.

His own son Wang Tian is also inseparable from Beiming Gui.

In short, everything was quite complicated, and Wang Fengsan was unwilling to leave for a while.

Not long.

Wang Fengsan and a group of seventh-level spiritual masters flew towards the villa together.

At the same time.

Jiang Xiao looked at the valley.

There...

A fierce battle is taking place.

The powerful spiritual power of the Eighth-Level Spirit Master was attracting him like a poppy.

But at this moment—

Swish!

Jiang Xiao suddenly clamped the flesh on his cheek with his right hand, and a rippling ripples in his left eye.

The surging murderous intent is constantly impacting the brain like a wave...

Xuanwu Sword became smart this time. He only influenced himself by the murderous nature contained in his essence and blood, and did not dare to truly occupy the dominance of his body.

The fourth impact of the abyss last left a deep impression on him.

Therefore, Jiang Xiao is more like schizophrenia.

On the one hand, he wanted to go to the entrance of the valley and killed the eighth spirit masters of the Tianji Palace of Jiuling and Xingsu;

On the other hand, with a weak sense of vague knowledge, there is another more important thing...

"Sinking ghost!!!"

Jiang Xiao struggled to look at the Wang family villa on the top of the mountain, and then gritted his teeth, "Xuanwu Sword... Damn..."

no way.

Although he broke through to the seventh level, if he wanted to fight with the eighth level, he still couldn't do without this bloodthirsty magic sword.

Just now, Wang Can's combat power reached an irresistible level with the blessing of the mysterious forbidden technique.

Only by absorbing more power from the Xuanwu Sword.

The blood of the Xuanwu Ghost, once the peak of the Xuangui, flowed into the heart, bringing unimaginable terrifying power...

But, it would be too stupid to say that killing the Nine Spirits.

Not to mention that the ability of the Nine Spirits is extremely life-saving, there is also an eighth-level auxiliary spirit master star next to it.

In addition, reinforcements from Tianji Palace may arrive at any time.

After wasting a long time in place.

Jiang Xiao then slightly suppressed his crazy murderous intention, and then tightened the Xuanwu Sword in his hand.

Swish-

The next moment, Jiang Xiao turned into a blood-colored arc and rushed directly over.

......

"What! Wang Can really... dead?"

In the Wang family villa, the old man in black robe was shockedHe looked at Wang Fengsan and others endlessly.

In fact, the spiritual storm just now had already guessed it, but he really didn't want to believe it.

But now...

Did his own Yat-Yao Lingmaster die like this?

The old man in black robe was in a complicated mood for a moment, and finally looked at the sinking ghost viciously, "These evil beasts! They deserve to die!"

At this moment.

The little girl's image is a desolate ghost locked in the corner by several black iron chains, and her limbs are pierced through. The ground beneath her is already covered with black blood scabs, and the scene is quite cunning.

"What should I do now?"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman asked anxiously, "Jiu Ling, Xingsu and others were dragged down by the evil ghosts of the Xuanmen. The Beiming Ghost is now..."

"What are you afraid of!?"

In an instant, the old man in black robe waved his sleeves and said coldly, "Even if I am not the opponent of the Beiming Ghost, I have to go out and drag it until reinforcements come!"

"It really doesn't work. We can use this desperate ghost to delay time..."

Wang Fengsan suddenly looked at the dying destructive ghost thoughtfully.

"oh?"

Hearing this, the old man in black robe raised his eyebrows and immediately understood Wang Fengsan's meaning, "Is it a good way to threaten the Beiming ghost with the desolate ghost?"

"What I'm curious about is that the evil beast who does everything is really going to be because of this desolate ghost..."

The middle-aged woman looked at the desolate ghost in surprise.

"Who knows the habits of these ghosts?"

Wang Fengsan interrupted, "However, in order to save the devastating ghost, the Beiming Ghost did not hesitate to appear here with his own risk. It is not certain that he can be called the four words "feelings and righteousness."

There is no lack of ridicule in his tone.

Boom ~

At this moment, a huge stream of blood filled the air.

It was like a peerless beast descending over the villa.

Everyone's eyes changed, including the old man in black robe.

"Take the depressed ghost, I will spare me..."

The next moment, a sound without any emotion sounded coldly, but then his tone suddenly changed, and he laughed sickly.

"No...no...hehaha...you...the spirit master...all will die..."