"roar!"

The King of Ghosts of Fengmu probably did not expect that Zhao Jiyou would do such a crazy move at this time. Its feet suddenly stepped on and fell down again. The entire Forgetful River ripples arise, and then a huge roar came from its head that could not see clearly on its cheeks.

As the roar was heard, countless evil spirits and ghosts seemed to be crazy, and they all wrapped their heads and rolled on the ground with discomfort.

This is the real howling of ghosts and wolves!

We were still standing on the Zhuhuo Ridge. With the roar, the sea of ​​bones in front of us immediately flew freely, and endless ashes floated and covered us.

Zhao Jiyou now has no Taoist talisman blessing, so his cultivation level naturally falls.

Fortunately, he had the mysterious ancient sword in his hand.

In the wind, I saw Zhao Jiyou step on the seven-star demon subduing step, and bit his middle finger hard. The blood broke out and was impartially hit by Zhao Jiyou on the ancient sword engraved with the three-blood demon subduing curse.

In an instant, a scarlet red light appeared on the ancient sword again, and the red light covered the ancient sword. Zhao Jiyou held the ancient sword in his hand, stepped on the demon-subduing step, and recited the Taoist spell.

"In the vast Fengdu, there are numerous Vajra Mountains. The bright treasures are infinitely light, and the caves shine on the flame pond. The sinful souls of the Nine Netherworlds are accompanied by the fragrance cloud banner. The lotus is calm, wisdom and clear, and the gods are born forever!"

"As urgent as an order, an order!"

The ancient sword raised a burst of red lights. The giant axe held by the King of Ghost in Fengmu was larger than Zhao Jiyou. However, the moment the giant axe sank was miraculously blocked by Zhao Jiyou with the ancient sword in his hand.

Even Zhao Jiyou couldn't tell what the ancient sword was. The material was even more mysterious. Although the huge axe had not broken down from the ancient sword, the huge force made Zhao Jiyou fly out completely.

I immediately ran to Zhao Jiyou and helped him up.

Zhao Jiyou squirmed his throat, and in the end he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood.

"This is the Netherworld, and the King of Ghost is also the King of Ghost. My Taoist cultivation is completely vulnerable to him." Zhao Jiyou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It can be seen that he had already known himself, but he still struggled to resist.

"I am giving you a last chance, immediately put down the blade and quickly go to the judge to apologize!" The King of Ghost in Fengmu did not pursue the victory, but shouted at us again.

Zhao Jiyou grabbed my hand and stood up tremblingly.

"You..." I wanted to say something, but I couldn't spit it out when I got to my mouth.

Zhao Jiyou smiled at me, but his smile was filled with misery: "I promised you to take her back. No matter what method I use, I will take you away. Even if... I will turn this Netherworld upside down!"

After the words came, Zhao Jiyou stomped the ancient sword stuck on the ground and suddenly rose up and was easily held in his hand by Zhao Jiyou.

"We have no intention of offense. We just want to take away one person's soul, but the Ghost King refused to show his strength. Then don't blame us for resisting to the death!"

The King of Ghosts in Fengmu retorted sternly: "Why are you going to leave when you want to come?"

As soon as the voice fell, the King of Ghosts of Fengmu stopped talking. He suddenly slashed at Zhao Jiyou with a giant axe and a giant hammer.

Before the axe hammer arrived, the howling wind swept over the ashes in the bone sea again, and in an instant the entire Zhuhuo Ridge was once again wrapped in ashes.

Zhao Jiyou obviously couldn't resist this blow, and he didn't think about it, and immediately jumped to the side.

The King of Fengmu Ghost Retrieved the axe hammer with no result. The axe tilted slightly and suddenly swept towards Zhao Jiyou who had rolled down to the side.

This time, Zhao Jiyou didn't give him any chance to breathe. It can be seen that the King of Ghost in Fengmu was also angry. Otherwise, he would not have tried his best to defeat Zhao Jiyou.

Just when I held my breath and thought something was wrong in my heart, Zhao Jiyou actually knelt down on one knee and leaned against the ground.

The giant axe swept across Zhao Jiyou's back, which was considered as a surprise.

I was anxious and didn't know how to do it. I knew nothing about Taoism and could not help Zhao Jiyou at all. Not only Mao Zhengyuan, whom I followed, was the same.

Mao Zhengyuan seemed to only understand Feng Shui metaphysics and fortune telling.

Zhao Jiyou rolled on the spot and stood up again from the ground. The ancient sword in his hand was slightly turned and held it head-on again.

At the same time, the giant axe of the King of Ghost in Fengmu was slashed down again, and Zhao Jiyou took the opportunity to raise his sword to block it.

With the lessons of the past, this time is no exception. Zhao Jiyou was knocked out without any suspense.

I thought Zhao Jiyou would be hard to get up this time, but I still had a low point in his strength. It was more faith and faith than strength.

He ignored the blood gushing out of his mouth, and his legs crossed and suddenly rotated. Zhao Jiyou rose up again. This time he did not forcefully attack the King of Fengmu. Not to mention his cultivation level, the physical gap alone made Zhao Jiyou unable to move forward.

This is not a battle of tricks, but an unsuspecting erasure.

Zhao Jiyou forced himself to support his body, and his trembling hand pinched the sword finger and stained a drop of blood on his eyebrows. Then he straightened the ancient sword in his hand to the front of his body, and the low murmuring in his mouth seemed quite powerless.

"Dutian Thunder God, He is also the universe. The dragons cooperate to protect the mountains and mountains. The evil gods and demons are intoxicated. Zhang Lin dares to escape the ghosts and monsters, and the human world is peaceful!"

"Three blood curse, one blood descends to ghosts and monsters!"

Zhao Jiyou's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened the ancient sword standing in front of him, and at this moment, a blood-red light once again emerged.

The light was red like blood and wrapped the entire ancient sword in it.

This time, the Ghost King of Fengmu waved out a giant hammer. The giant hammer sank, as if it was powerful to suppress the sky. The howling wind alone had a deaf and buzzing momentum.

Zhao Jiyou did not retreat but advanced, holding the ancient sword in one hand, suddenly stabbed upwards and hit the giant hammer in the hands of the King of Ghost in Fengmu.

Click!

This shocking attack did not knock Zhao Jiyou away. Not only that, I also clearly found that the light of the ancient sword in Zhao Jiyou's hand had not weakened in half, but the giant hammer in the hand of the King of Ghost in Fengmu suddenly collapsed.

Zhao Jiyou roared angrily and became more and more fierce as he fought. He jumped up suddenly with his body holding the ancient sword. He seemed to be as light as a swallow, holding the ancient sword in his hand and slashed hard towards the arm of the King of Ghost in Fengmu.

The King of Fengmu Ghost had an airtight black dragon scale armor, but the armor seemed vulnerable under the ancient sword that was so powerful that it seemed to be vulnerable.

Click!

Another crisp sound, the armor on the arm of the Fengmu Ghost King showed spider-web-like cracks, and then shattered without warning.

The King of Fengmu Ghost was protected by armor, but the ancient sword could not hurt him at all, but even so, the King of Fengmu Ghost still roared and slashed towards Zhao Jiyou with a giant axe in his left hand.

Zhao Jiyou, who was in the air, could not meet him, so he could only hold the hilt of the ancient sword with one hand and put the blade of the ancient sword lower than his chest in the shape of a palm, trying to withstand the attack of the Fengmu Ghost King.

The power of the King of Fengmu Ghost is indeed not to be underestimated. Zhao Jiyou was like an ant in front of him. The giant axe swept down and Zhao Jiyou was suddenly knocked out like a kite with a broken string. Even the ancient sword in his hand could not be held, and flew to the side and inserted it heavily on the ground.

I know that Zhao Jiyou has reached the end of his strength, and if he wants to hold on again, he will be exhausted. I don’t want to lose a friend or a brother because of Jiang Bing.

I quickly ran to Zhao Jiyou to help him up. Zhao Jiyou struggled to hold my hand and wanted to stand up again.

"I can't lose a brother to you because of her." I pressed Zhao Jiyou's shoulder tightly and said with a sad face.

Zhao Jiyou shook his head slowly: "I promise you to take you all away, and you cannot speak without trust."

"You are the most powerful among the three of us. Every time something happens, you will stand in front of us to shelter us from the wind and rain." I smiled miserably, pressed Zhao Jiyou's shoulder tightly and said to him: "But..."

"But don't forget that I'm a man too."

"I lost her. I only care about my own selfishness and never thought about your feelings."

I slowly stood up and moved slightly to the ancient sword that was leaning into the ground.

"I said I wanted to blow up the teaching building. If you can't dissuade me, I will help me without hesitation. I said that I want to go to the Netherworld Hell for her, and you still choose to help me without saying a word."

I held the ancient sword in my backhand and slowly pulled it out of the ground.

"This time... let me face it!"

The ancient sword tilted down slightly, and I stood beside Zhao Jiyou, staring at the two red fireworks-like eyes of King Fengmu without any fear.

Sometimes there is always someone who comes to face it, and there is no reason to ask Zhao Jiyou to take on so much for us.

I insisted on finding her back, so... all the costs should be borne by me.

It’s not that I’m not afraid of death, it’s because I’m afraid of dying if I regret it.

From the moment my finger approached the soul-summoning monument, I had cut off my own way of retreat.

How could you leave when you want to come?

"If you are stubborn, don't blame me for killing me!" The two flames of the King of Ghost in Fengmu were slightly pounding, and he was obviously a little furious.

I smiled softly, raised the ancient sword in my hand slightly and said, "When I entered this underworld, I never thought of a way out."

"Roar!" It should be our repeated provocation that made the King of Ghosts gradually lose the idea of ​​letting go of us. He roared with a huge axe in his hands and slashed at me hard.

I knew nothing about fighting. It was easy to watch Zhao Jiyou deal with the King of Fengmu. However, when it was my turn to go on the field, I was completely at a loss when the giant axe slashed.

As the thousand troops fired, I hurriedly followed Zhao Jiyou's appearance and raised the ancient sword with both hands to touch my chest, trying to resist the attack of the King of Ghost in Fengmu.

But I still overestimated my ability. The moment the giant axe slashed at the ancient sword, I felt unprecedented pressure. My arms were constantly trembling by the huge force. In the end, I couldn't catch the sword and let the giant axe slash towards my chest.

clang!

But just as I was about to close my eyes in despair, I suddenly saw a huge golden aperture appearing beside me.

The aperture wrapped me in, and the giant axe of Fengmu Ghost King stopped in front of me. Judging from the situation, the giant axe should not be able to penetrate the aperture in front of me.

After a while, I realized that the token I had been wearing on my chest was still hanging on my chest.

I clearly remember Zhao Jiyou's words, that entering the underworld is a soul and a spirit, and ordinary things cannot be brought into the underworld.

The ancient sword was brought into the Netherworld by Zhao Jiyou, but I didn't expect that my token would be brought into the Netherworld by me.

Click.

There were crisp sounds everywhere, and the giant axe that was so close to me suddenly appeared many cracks. After that, the giant axe failed to support it and turned into pieces and fell to the ground in front of me.

I pulled off the token from my neck and held it in my palm.

I once remembered that Zhao Jiyou and Jiang Bing talked about my token in a few words.

It looks like a Taoist thing but not a Taoist thing. It looks like a Buddhist thing but is quite confusing.

"Who is you? How could I have something from the underworld?"

The roar of the King of Ghosts of Fengmu came again, and I was slightly stunned when I heard his voice, and I didn't know how to answer.

I still haven't figured out whether this token is a Taoist or a Buddhist object, but now he keeps saying it is a thing in the underworld.

Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly heard a Buddha's name coming from afar.

"Amitabha, can the Ghost King sell me aside and show mercy to my subordinates?"
Chapter completed!