Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

cut.

Dong Hongtian slashed with his sword. The force of the sword was like a violent storm, slashing many figures in the mist into several pieces, and the white mist was also blown away by the sword wind.

However, there was no joy on Dong Hongtian's face, because the touch of the sword in his hand told him that he had not hit anything.

The figure in the white mist quickly approached, layers of phantoms passing through his body.

For a moment, Dong Hongtian felt as if his head was split in two, and the severe pain made his steps disordered.

"It was you. Did you do what happened in Tianjiacun?"

Dong Hong Tianxu was furious and recognized that the person attacking him in the white mist was the kind of demon that Tianjiacun encountered that could attack the soul.

The unknown enemy didn't seem to bother to answer. Hundreds of faint ghosts roared and charged towards Dong Hongtian from all directions.

In the end, Dong Hongtian only had time to swing a few swords and kill two ghosts. His soul was cut into cracks by the ghosts and he fainted.

In the thick fog, three figures gradually walked out and stood in front of Dong Hongtian who fell to the ground.

They were three men, both wearing white robes and large hats on their heads. There were several wind chimes hanging on the edges. When they walked around, the wind chimes swayed back and forth, emitting the mournful sound of a death knell.

The other person has the highest status and is wearing a black robe. This is an extremely strange piece of clothing. It is completely black and has no gaps. It is made of countless long black hair. It is deep and dark.

When the wind blows, this black robe becomes extremely vivid, as if it has an independent life. The cuffs, collar, and trousers dance independently, and the wrinkles reveal various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy like human facial features. It makes people feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet. rise.

"You go find the people who escaped."

The man in black robe waved his hand, bent down, stretched out a pair of palms as white as a woman, and grabbed Dong Hongtian.

But at this moment, light footsteps came from the opposite side.

Su Jie's figure appeared from the fog, and the two sides looked at each other.

"Well, I'm lost here, can you help me show the way down?"

Su Jie scratched the back of his head and broke the silence first.

"Deal with him and go back early."

The man in black robe was silenced by Su Jie and was speechless for two seconds before waving his hand.

"If you want to ask for directions, hehe, come closer and we'll tell you."

The two men in white robes had a cruel smile on their faces, and each waved a small flag, which was the soul-calling flag used to summon the ghost.

More than a hundred ghosts were darting back and forth in the thick fog, rushing towards Su Jie.

"You are too despicable to bully the few."

Su Jie took a step back pretending to be scared.

Hundreds of ghosts roared, and the bodies of the ghosts stretched at high speeds, like sharp blades, trying to cut Su Jie's soul into pieces.

"point!"

At the same time, Su Jie gave a soft drink and split his body in two. The real body and the shadow were staggered and separated. The ghost that was drawn into a sharp blade shape at high speed could not change its direction. It all hit the shadow air, and the real body appeared in dozens of places. meters away.

"Practitioner."

The two men in white robes looked shocked.

Before any further reaction could be made, a thin hum suddenly came from the void, like the sound of rain hitting plantains. In the thick fog above, tens of thousands of human-faced moths flapped their wings and swarmed down quickly.

The expressions of the two men in white robes suddenly changed. The wind chimes above their heads vibrated wildly, and there was strange sorrow and music, but it only cracked a layer of human-faced moths.

He took out the protective talisman from his arms, and the spiritual light shield that had just risen was corroded by the acid. Countless human-faced moths wrapped the two men in white robes into insect balls, and they could only hear chewing and screaming.

After a few seconds, the two men at the third and fourth levels of Yunling Realm were silent again.

When the human-faced moth took off again, nothing was left on the ground, and even the bones were devoured by the human-faced moth.

"I'm sorry, you two. I like to use this trick to bully the minority."

Su Jie kept his eyes on the man in black robe and did not look at the two devoured men in white robe, because this person was the real troublesome one.

"Chongzhi, from Guiling Palace?"

The man in black robe was not moved at all by the tragic death of his companion, and looked straight at Su Jie with a pair of lifeless eyes.

I thought Su Jie was just a martial arts practitioner, but he turned out to be a cultivator and a local demon cultivator.

"If I guess correctly, you are from Tianhunmen."

Su Jie made a guess, and the soul-calling flag allowed Su Jie to guess their identities.

"Tianhun Sect, inner disciple, Tan Qing."

The man in black robe took off his bamboo hat. He was obviously a man, but his cheeks were smeared with women's rouge and his lips were smeared with lipstick. He looked very strange.

"Stop now, I can pretend nothing happened."

Su Jie's voice was calm. Behind him, a swarm of human-faced moths gathered into a cloud, dispelling the dense fog nearby and leaving the battlefield in a state of solemnity.

"Your Excellency has killed our people, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to just walk away like this."

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Tan Qing's mouth, and a soul-calling flag appeared on his hand. Thousands of ghosts roared out and collided with the swarm of human-faced moths.

Thousands of ghosts broke into the insect cloud, annihilating souls, and large swaths of human-faced moths fell like rain.

Dozens of low-grade human-faced moths spit out acid, a powerful poisonous acid containing spiritual energy. Every time they spit out acid, a ghost can be corroded into blue smoke and dissipated.

As soon as they fought, the sky turned into a cruel battlefield, and a large area of ​​life disappeared here.

However, the ghost with the incorporeal advantage has the upper hand in the battle.

"Oh, your Heavenly Soul Sect has crossed the border. This is the territory of our Ghost Ridge Palace."

Su Jie raised his hand, and a human-faced moth corpse fell on his palm. His eyes turned cold.

"Really? So what?"

Qin Qing's mouth curled up, as if mocking. On the chest of his clothes, large clumps of black hair twitched and contracted, coiled into a ball, and a pale female cheek emerged from the dense black hair, and finally slowly crawled out of it.

This was a woman with disheveled hair, her long black hair dragged on the ground, and a cold and ominous atmosphere filled the air.

Qin Qing's robe also faded from black. He actually wore a ghost as clothes.

"Kill him."

Qin Qing smiled and gave the order lightly.

The female ghost stared at Su Jie with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and her black hair expanded rapidly and spread towards Su Jie.

At the same time, on the back of Su Jie's head, black hair grew strangely, and the folds of scalp flesh squirmed, vaguely forming the face of the female ghost.

"I hate people moving around on me."

Su Jie snorted coldly, and pale corpse hands emerged from the flesh on both sides of his shoulders, pressing layer upon layer on the cheeks of the woman at the back of his head, tearing off the scalp.

The torn scalp fell to the ground, and the pair of resentful eyes were still staring at Su Jie.

The next moment, the Thousand-Handed Centipede emerged from the sleeves, feeling the anger of its master, and turned into a 30-meter behemoth, crushing the woman's face with the scalp on the ground.

Sizzle!

In the abdomen of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, pale corpse hands fell off independently, and the corpse hands continued to split, gathering into a dense tide of corpse hands, one wave higher than the other, drowning the incoming black hair.

The huge body started like a train, and the Thousand-Handed Centipede rumbled in front of the female ghost.