Chapter 447: 　Encircle the plague ghost

The distance between Sishui Road and Luoyuling is a bit far.
Although Ye Yusheng and Xitian Gong were speeding all the way, when they arrived here, it was already two days later.
With the afterglow of hope, the whole Luoyuling seems to be covered with a layer of golden sand.
Luoyuling is indeed a mountain, and there is a forest at the foot of the mountain, but at this time the forest has been destroyed in an improper way, blood and corpses are everywhere, and there is a trace of death.
"Ok?"
Ye Yusheng's brows wrinkled tightly when he smelled the dead breath in the air. This breath was similar to the suppressed breath in his Qiankun bag, but it was very different.
But one thing is the same, that is, these two breaths are very evil.
"go!"
Without any hesitation, Ye Yusheng rushed into the woods and rushed towards the top of the mountain.
At this moment, the top of Yuling Mountain is brightly lit, and countless torches and night pearls are intertwined, illuminating the top of the mountain as if day.
A burst of violent noise came into the ears of the two from the top of the mountain, making Ye Yusheng more anxious.
"There must be no accident." He could only pray like this in his heart.
Since he got the news from Dongfang Wenxia, ​​he has been on the road without stopping. He didn't want Dongfang Wenxia to have any accidents, even if his brother is now called the blast, but he is still Ye Yusheng's brother.
Feeling the noise from the top of the mountain, a strong murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
If Dongfang asks that Xia is okay, it would be nice to say that if something happens, he wants everyone here to bury his brother.
Nishida Gong who was next to him felt the killing intent on his body, but he was shocked for no reason.
...
Falling to the top of Yuling Mountain.
Luo Yuling was originally a place for the cultivation of the magic way. Although it is the Taoism of the magic way, it also has the fragrance of the Taoism on weekdays.
At this moment, the Taoist Temple of Demon had completely collapsed into ruins.
Countless warriors surrounded the ruins, enclosing the two frantically fighting figures in the middle.
Among the two fighting each other, one of them is Dongfang Wenxia with the coffin on his back, and the other is a magic cultivator wearing a black Taoist robe. This person’s cultivation is at the level of the true soul state, holding a whisk, and Dongfang asked about Xia Dou's life and death.
But if I watched it carefully, the powerhouse of True Soul Realm turned out to be at a disadvantage.
"Hey!"
The whisk violently flicked downwards, directly pulling the rock on the top of the mountain out of a gully, and a black phantom of the whisk fell, drawing towards the head of the plague ghost.
However, Dongfang Wenxia raised his hand and shook it. With a ‘pop’, the soft dust phantom was caught in his hand, and then he shook it hard.
"boom!"
The phantom of Fuchen exploded directly, and then the palm of his hand leaned forward again and grabbed Fuchen.
Mo Xiu's face changed drastically, and he quickly let go of the whisk, not caring about this mysterious treasure abandoning it like a shoe.
As soon as he let go, the whisk was suddenly filled with gray and black aura, and almost in the blink of an eye, a layer of air bubbles filled a mysterious product.
These bubbles were filled with a rotten smell, and then shattered with a bang. The thick thick water dripped from the dust, and the dust... was corroded by the plague, and only a pool of thick water fell on the ground.
"It's a weird method." Mo Xiu's face was solemn, but his body was trembling. Obviously, he didn't feel good in the fight just now.
Any method as long as it approaches the body of the plague ghost, it will be corroded and rotted by the plague, and Zhen Qi is no exception. Such an evil method is really too terrifying.
"It is said that I am waiting for demon cultivator. From the perspective of Lao Dao, you are the real demon cultivator. Compared with you, what I have learned while waiting is simply too kind." The demon cultivator said with a gloomy face.
"..."
The evil spirit lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not answer a word.
Upon seeing this,
The old demon cultivator turned his head and arched his hands at the warriors who surrounded this place and said: "Everyone, this son has been in chaos in the realm of my magic gate for a long time. I don't know how many innocent warriors and mortals were brutally killed by this person with insidious methods, in order to return my magic gate. Anning, I also hope that you will join forces with the old ways to punish the devil."
He was a demon cultivator, but he wanted to punish the demon together with other demon cultivators. These words came from the hands of the old demon cultivator, but he didn't blush at all.
Elder Moxiu continued: "What are you waiting for? Kill the demons. It is this moment who gains fame. This should be the Xitian Hong of Xitian City. As the first family of Xitian City, the Xitian family should not ignore it. "
Old Mo Xiu looked at a middle-aged man in the crowd. He was dressed in a gorgeous costume and stood in front of you. The cultivation base was already at the peak of the True Martial Realm. It was only half a step away. Can step into the real soul state.
Hung Nishida's face was solemn, and he clasped his fists in response: "I lived in Xitian City during the time of the Nishida family. Naturally, no one is allowed to cause chaos in the area of ​​Xitian City. My Nishida family will not let this matter.
"Then thank you, Patriarch Xitian."
The first person succeeded in wooing, so that the old Mo Xiu Dao had the confidence, and he looked at the famous lone ranger Baili Xing Gonghe: "Brother Baili, you are the first person in the real soul of Xitian City..."
"The old man will naturally take action..."
The old Mo Xiu asked the famous and powerful people one by one, and he was very satisfied with the answers, and they were willing to help kill the demons, which made him finally relieved.
"Everyone..."
The old Mo Xiu continued to clasp his hands and said: "Since everyone is willing to help, let the old man give you a sample. I hope you can make a shot together, and you must not let this boy escape, otherwise...there will be endless disasters."
As soon as the words fell, another whisk appeared in the hands of the old Demon Xiu Dao, and he attacked the unspoken Plague Ghost in the field with his head down.
"boom!"
The whisk fell, and the power was unparalleled. This blow was actually stronger than the previous one. Dongfang Wenxia didn't take it hard, but dodged.
But as soon as his body retreated, a spear appeared behind him. Hung Nishida shot the spear with glittering golden light and went straight to his heart.
"Wow!"
Dongfang Wenxia avoided again.
At this time, Ximenxing also shot, his weapon turned out to be a hook, directly hooking Dongfang Wenxia's throat.
One person after another shot, in the end, all the warriors who had been questioned by the old demon cultivator were shot, including the old demon cultivator, eleven people were besieging Dongfang Wenxia.
"Om!"
A circle of plague mask suddenly appeared around Dongfang Wenxia's body, covering her body.
"Wow!"
But at this moment, the eleven people who besieged him retreated and fell into the group of martial artists, and saw Nishida Hong shouted: "It's now, everyone is doing their best."
"boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, all the warriors raised their true energy, each chapter of powerful exercises, condensing the strongest blow, all attacking the youth in the field.