As a military cultivator, Mo Zhiyu reacted more quickly, of course, since this thing could not be burned with fire, then he directly used violence and slashed it with a knife, and the powerful knife qi split the "humanoid black charcoal" that had been divided into two pieces into slag.

"These things feel even trickier than I've encountered before." Mo Zhiyu twisted his wrist, wary of the approaching footsteps around him.

"Because they are ghosts," said the puppet hanging from his waist, "what you have destroyed is only some of the original ghosts in the shell, but when the ghosts here are removed, new ones will be injected into them, and as long as the shells are still there, the spirits will not give up." ”

"Then it will have to be all destroyed." Mo Zhiyu clenched the knife and said very dryly.

"I'm afraid not," Jin Wushuang looked embarrassed.

"How?" Mo Zhiyu turned his head to look at her, "They are already dead, even if they are people from your Jiuzhi Sect in front of them, they have now become resentful spirits, and if we don't destroy them, we can only bury them." Although it was tragic just now, there are only dozens of elders who died, and it will be solved soon. ”

"No, Second Master Mo, I'm not blaming you." Jin Wushuang sighed slightly, "It's just that in this Jinrong City, there are not only these dozens of resentful souls!" ”

"What?" Mo Zhiyu was slightly surprised, and subconsciously said, "How many people are buried here?" ”

As soon as his voice fell, before he could listen to Jin Wushuang's answer, he suddenly turned around and slashed out. He thought that some walking dead was coming over again, so he unceremoniously slashed this one, trying to split the walking dead into pieces with one sword, so that he could not stop him.

"Bang!"

A loud noise filled the space, and strong fluctuations shook out, shaking the dense fog within a radius of five meters, and even smashing the walking dead who surrounded the area. Even Jin Wushuang raised his mace and urged the Yuan Force of his whole body as a defense to block such an impact.

Mo Zhiyu was slightly surprised, because it was impossible for his knife to produce such an effect, and this effect was no less than the previous battle between him and Xia Qianfeng, or even more powerful.

It wasn't until the end of this event that all the red mist and smoke had cleared, and Mo Zhiyu finally saw who was in front of him.

"Master!" Jin Wushuang reacted faster and hurriedly ran forward. And the one who took the knife of Mo Zhiyu is, of course, Sheng Dongxing, the body cultivation in the middle of the Hongmeng realm!

Sheng Dongxing is the knife of Mo Zhiyu with both hands crossed upward, and his arms are wrapped with tough vines, these vines are writhing rapidly, because they are growing rapidly, because Mo Zhiyu's knife has not known how many layers of such vines have been destroyed.

As soon as Jin Wushuang ran over, he hurriedly protected Sheng Dongxing, and Mo Zhiyu also quickly withdrew the knife, and said at the same time: "Senior Brother Sheng, shout before you come over, this red mist only isolates the sight, but there is no ...... that isolates the sound" But before he finished speaking, he clenched the ink knife again, because he saw that Jin Wushuang's raised eyes were unexpectedly gloomy, almost the same as those walking dead elders, that is to say, Sheng Dongxing has also achieved a terrible ghost!

Sheng Dongxing turned into a powerful ghost, this effect far exceeded those ordinary elders, Mo Zhiyu didn't dare to take it lightly at all, he could only raise the ink knife again, and for Jin Wushuang, he could only say sorry again.

Then at this moment, he heard a bang, and Jin Wushuang fell to the ground on the spot, and he fainted, and behind him, Jin Wushuang was holding the mace.

"This ...... How else can it be done? "The Ink Delirium is an eye-opener.

A voice immediately came from the puppet: "The deputy sect leader is not too deep to fall, and there is still salvation, Mr. Jin, you first seal a few key degrees above the head of the deputy sect master, and protect his divine consciousness from being disturbed by other powerful ghosts." ”

"Yes, that's what I wanted to do." Jin Wushuang nodded, and immediately squatted on the ground, sealing several acupuncture points on the top of Sheng Dongxing's head with silver needles, "But this won't last long, we need to rush to a safe place." ”

"A safe place?" Mo Zhiyu looked around, "Now like this, where can it be a safe place, and are there any buildings with defensive circles nearby?" …… Why don't you go to your sect's headquarters? ”

"No," Jin Wushuang shook his head without thinking about it, "It's too late, you have to bypass most of Jinrong City when you go there." ”

"Go to the piano hall." A faint voice came from the puppet.

Mo Zhiyu immediately looked at the puppet on his waist, and immediately agreed: "Yes, the eldest cousin has taken care of the piano hall very well, I suspect that he is not an instrument cultivator who can only play the piano, but a hidden array cultivator!" ”

"Big cousin?" Jin Wushuang looked at Mo Zhiyu suspiciously.

Mo Zhiyu smiled awkwardly: "I've been used to it these days, and I can't change my mouth all of a sudden." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to lift Sheng Dongxing on the ground, "I'll carry Senior Brother Sheng and kill it as fast as possible!" ”

"No, you still have to protect us and don't get distracted." Jin Wushuang said, before Mo Zhiyu's hand was stretched out, he himself carried Sheng Dongxing on his shoulder. That's right, not on his back, but on his back, and then he shook his shoulders very calmly, so that Sheng Dongxing's body was more stable, and said calmly: "Let's go." ”

Mo Zhiyu was simply dumbfounded, and then suddenly remembered that two hundred years ago, when he first saw the couple in Chang'an, that night, Jin Wushuang also carried Sheng Dongxing away like this. How could he forget that this Mr. Jin has never been a delicate girl, looking thin, but with strange powers.

Now that Jin Wushuang's side was ready, Mo Zhiyu didn't delay any longer, and immediately raised his knife in the direction of the gate to cut a passage of more than ten meters between the dense fog, and at the same time split some of the walking dead along the way, and then he immediately jumped out of front and left this place with Jin Wushuang.

"I'm not very familiar with this place, where is the location of the piano hall, Mr. Jin will show the way." Mo Zhiyu said as he ran.

"Left, all the way forward!" Jin Wushuang pointed the way cleanly, carrying Sheng Dongxing and running with Mo Zhi's delusion, always only one step behind, his face was not red and he was not panting.

Listening to the direction that Jin Wushuang was pointing, Mo Zhiyu immediately cut out another path to the left, and then entered an alley. Mo Zhiyu knew that this was Jin Wushuang pointing a shortcut, so he didn't care about 3721, he directly met the wall and demolished the wall, and the room collided with the room, and ran along a straight line and ran towards the piano hall on a rampage.

(End of chapter)