An old voice came from the Qinglu Snow Car: "Yuan Che, you have two choices now."

"The first choice is to tell me the elder about how to enter the Ghost Valley. And tell all the secrets of the Ghost Palace. This elder can give you a way to live."

"The second choice, die."

Yuan Che looked solemn and said, "Are you from Qinghe Holy Mansion?"

"Since you know, make a choice."

Feng Xiaoqian was sitting in the snowmobile, holding a crystal clear knife in her hand, and was carving a puppet.

It can be seen from a vaguely that the puppet is a young man.

Yuan Che laughed: "The Ghost Palace is not a Blood Clothing Castle. Even if you go to the Qinghe Holy Mansion, it will be a dead end. Besides, you are too confident. Do you really think you will definitely be able to take over me, Yuan Che?"

"Bang."

Yuan Che kicked his feet on the ground, and his body rushed back several feet. Then, vitality gushed out of his pores throughout his body, and his body rushed to the top of the bamboo forest, escaping as fast as possible.

"Or...I'll try the flying knife too..."

Feng Xiaoqian said to herself, and then the carved knife in her hand flew out of the snow car and turned into a light shuttle, chasing Yuan Che who had escaped dozens of feet away.

Yuan Che sensed the sharp aura flying behind him, and quickly turned around and slashed.

"Bang."

The flying knife and the tiger-backed golden knife collided together, and the knife body exploded and turned into pieces of broken iron.

However, the impact fell on Yuan Che, shaking him backwards, falling heavily to the ground in a parabola.

"So amazing. Even a master like Yuan Che can't stop her attack." Lin Song was secretly reciting.

When Yuan Che stood up again, the Qinglu Snowmobile had already stopped not far away.

Yuan Che's tiger's mouth was cracked, blood was pouring on, and his fear in his heart became stronger, "It's really terrible. Which elder she is from the Qinghe Holy Mansion?

Without thinking too much, Yuan Che immediately rushed to the forest behind him.

"I can't leave!"

Feng Xiaoqian's palm hit Yuan Che from the air.

The condensed alien vital energy surged out and turned into thirteen rays of thunder and fire, winding and circling and flying rapidly, like thirteen thunder dragons with fierce momentum.

Yuan Che glanced back, had to stop again, and shouted: "It's overturning."

Holding the knife in both hands, all the energy in his body was injected into the tiger's back golden knife, causing all the thirty-six marks in the knife to emerge, emitting a hundred feet of golden light.

"Boom."

He slashed out with one knife and fought against the thirteen rays of thunder and fire.

Dozens of golden sword aura burst out, leaving shocking sword marks within a radius of hundreds of feet.

Lin Ke in the distance was so thorny that he couldn't open his eyes. When he returned to his vision, he looked at the tortured bamboo forest. He saw Yuan Che holding his body with a knife, half kneeling on the ground, and blood kept dripping from his mouth.

The blood armor on his body was shattered, and several blood holes were punched out by the lightning of lightning.

The worst injury is in the left arm.

The entire left arm was carbonized, and there were flame light wires flowing. With a slight "pop", it turned into black gray.

Yuan Che gritted his teeth, made a muffled sound from his mouth, and said with a slutty smile: "The gap is really huge. It seems that I can't leave here today. Haha...wow..."

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and the earth was dyed red.

"No, what's going on?"

Suddenly, Lin Ke noticed that the air was rapidly becoming cold and had a slight corruption. Two extremely powerful waves of vital energy were coming quickly in this direction.

After a while, Feng Xiaoqian, Lin Song and Yuan Che also noticed it.

"Haha, I'm not gone." Yuan Che laughed excitedly.

In the snow car in the blue deer.

Feng Xiaoqian looked solemn and said, "It's the top master of the Ghost Palace who is here. Mr. Lin, you are already injured, leave here quickly."

"Okay, take care of yourself."

Lin Song knew very well that even the master who was afraid of by the Holy Emperor in the car must be much stronger than him and Yuan Che. If he stayed here, he would not be able to help at all, and instead would be a drag.

Therefore, he burst out quickly and escaped decisively.

"It's the aura of the two elders of Tiangui. These two old demons actually came to Huojiao City."

Through the sense of the original sense, Lin Ke sensed the breath of the people coming and judged their identity. He was considering whether to retreat with Lin Song. Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the ground, covering him, and then a wave of overwhelming pressure fell, making him dare not move a trace, and even held his breath.

A black giant bird with a body of dozens of meters appeared above Lin Ke.

It is a third-grade earth Yuan beast, the wind-harming Wujiu.

"The road to immortality is difficult, and the soul returns to Louis."

On the back of Yufeng Wujiu, an old man in a black robe stood, tall and thin, with long hair spread across his cheeks and hanging to his knees.

It is one of the ten old ghosts, God.

"Where the ghost comes, no chicken or dog stays."

A hoarse and gloomy voice came from the bamboo forest.

"rustle."

The ink-black ghost fog, carrying a cold and corrupt atmosphere, surged from all directions, surrounding the ancient Qinglu cart. Human-shaped ghost fogs flew in the air, making whimpering sounds, making people feel creepy.

At some point, one of the ten ghost elders, the ghost elder, appeared ten feet from the Qinglu Snow Car.

The old ghost's face was pale, like a zombie, holding a black ghost banner in his hand, and laughing "hehehe" in his mouth.

"Uncle Tianshi, Uncle Ghost, is Qinghe Holy Mansion planning all this behind the scenes. The Blood Clothing Castle has been destroyed. The person in the car is an elder of Qinghe Holy Mansion, and he is quite powerful." Yuan Che bowed to the two elders of Tianji.

The old man in ghost waved his hand and said in a sinister way: "I'm so seriously injured, let's retreat first, and I'll leave it to us next."

Yuan Che nodded, dragged his seriously injured body and retreated to the distance.

The old ghost said loudly: "Who is it that old friend who hasn't gotten out of the car and shows up to see you?"

The Qinglu Snow Car is silent.

"God, let me ask you to get off the car myself."

The old ghost laughed, waved the black cloth ghost banner, and then a piece of biting fog that was cold and swelled, pouring out, as dark as ink.

The ghost fog flew around the Qinglu Snow Car, condensed into a three-meter-long body, with green eyes, fangs, and a giant body with disheveled hair. It roared in its mouth, clasped its fists and hit it down.

"Boom."

The car body exploded and the wooden blocks flew out in all directions.

"not good."

Lin Ke knew the power of Ghost Old Man and was worried that the elder of the Holy Mansion would not be his opponent.

Feng Xiaoqian was wearing a wide white dress and a black hat. She was still sitting steadily in the broken car. Her palms with silver-wire gloves made a piece of energy intertwined with thunder and fire, and she collided with the giant ghost fists.

"It's actually caught it!" The old ghost was surprised.

Old Gui is a psychic, able to communicate with ghosts wandering between heaven and earth and control ghosts.

There are wood spirits, stone spirits, people have souls... Every flower and grass, every mountain and water, all things have spirituality. However, neither mortals nor warriors can communicate with them, or even cannot see them.

Only a psychic who has cultivated spiritual eyes can communicate with the spirit and then control the spirit.

Among them, the easiest thing to communicate with is the human soul.

"Crash."

The already broken snowmobile completely collapsed and turned into a piece of debris.

The two green deer beasts who pulled the cart were killed directly because of the impact of ghost fog, and black blood flowed out from their mouths and noses.

"Bang."

The Shenxiao vital energy cultivated by Feng Xiaoqian is the nemesis of the ghost evil spirit. Dozens of vital energy flow out of the palm of the palm, like dozens of lightning, slashing the giant body ghost evil so hard that it screamed, and finally shattered and turned into a cloud of fog again.

The veteran ghost general black ghost fog was retracted and his body took a step back.

"So amazing, why don't I know when you, a master like you, who has cultivated alien energy, appeared in Qinghe Holy Mansion?" Gui Laodao.

Feng Xiaoqian stood quietly and said, "Qinghe Holy Mansion is full of talents and has a profound foundation. How can you know all of your Ghost Palace?"

"This old woman is a little weird, let's take action together."

The veteran ghost general Hei Bu Ghost Banner was inserted into the ground, and his hands formed fingerprints. Then, a soul shadow appeared behind him. The soul shadow had a pair of green eyes and a bright light.

That was a pair of spiritual eyes.

The spiritual eye is the eyes of the soul of the psychic.

"Five Ghosts Conquered Gods."

"Rumbling."

The black cloth ghost banner was flying, and the vast ghost energy surged out, covering a hundred feet in a radius, making the world dim and dull.

The five huge ghost evil spirits condensed. They were wearing armor, with majestic momentum and yin energy, which made the red bamboo leaves wither and yellow quickly and kept falling.
Chapter completed!