The ghost door opened, erupting with strong fluctuations that distorted time and space, causing several people close at hand to fall out. Yunzheng and others who were a little further away could only desperately hug the tree trunk next to them, or lie down on the ground.

On the ground.

Then, only a dense creaking sound was heard, and the gray-white frost spread on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the grass withered and the trees withered, and there was no life. The dark wind was raging, making people feel chilly.

The Ghost King was very happy and laughed wildly: "Brother Corpse, we can finally leave this poor place. I am coming to the ghost world!"

After saying that, he abandoned the black dragon and ran towards the ghost gate. As soon as the ghost gate opened, the mysterious Zhang Xianmiao rushed in despite the strong space fluctuations.

But before the Ghost King and the Corpse Demon could enter the door, there were ghost cries and wolf howls that could pierce people's eardrums, and everyone's expressions changed drastically!

The first one to rush out was a three-foot-tall evil ghost holding a big stick of white bones. It had countless heads all over its body, and each head opened its mouth fiercely with its mouth full of sharp teeth and screamed three times.

Taking two steps together, they rushed to Liu Zhenwu, who was closest to the ghost gate at this time, picked up a big stick and beat him.

Liu Zhenwu looked stern and quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the thick bones that were smashed down. The cigarette rod in his hand turned into a big stick and smashed several heads on the evil ghost's body in the blink of an eye.

Cuixu shouted urgently: "Don't be obsessed with fighting, go quickly, go quickly!"

Following his words, all kinds of ghosts were like a black flood, rushing out of the wide open ghost door, as if they had rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye!

Among all the people, the Black Dragon reacted the fastest. The door to hell had been opened and nothing they could do would do anything. So, having lost control of the Ghost King, he slapped Fei Yunzheng with his tail. Mu Yinyin escaped by staying a little further away.

With another claw, he threw the still dazed Bu Xi onto his back, and rushed out with his powerful dragon body.

After all, the others were a step slower. The ghost flow was faster than expected. At that moment, everyone used all their methods to cut a bloody path and ran away to the outside of Dushuo Mountain.

Liu Qinghuan rushed over, hugged Mu Yinyin's waist, and shouted: "Yun Zheng, Yun Zheng!"

Yunzheng was kicked by the tail and was seriously injured. He got up and coughed up blood while waving the sword in his hand and yelled: "Go away quickly, I can escape with my sword."

Liu Qinghuan didn't know that he was trying to show off his strength at this time. He slapped many ghosts blocking the road to death, rushed over and grabbed his shoulders: "Let's go!"
Chapter completed!