Chapter 492: Golden boy

The murderousness that he exudes alone, with the help of several pieces of artifacts, actually suppressed the ghosts of all the ghosts gathered together.
Ye Xiaomeng Ye Xiaomeng listened to "Maoshan Tianshi Song", long ago forgot the tension and fear, and the heart felt to the extreme, obsessively watching.
Ye Shaoyang smashed out a sword and killed dozens of ghosts in front of him. He waved his soul in his left hand and quickly patrolled the night. This ghost from the Taiyin Mountain saw a lot of big scenes. The momentum erupted by Ye Shaoyang was completely shocked, and almost no resistance, he was tied to the neck.
Ye Shaoyang slammed it with a force, and with the night stalking the gods, he would fly the ghosts in front of him, then hold the two ends of the hooks with both hands and force them to strangle them.
Suddenly, a ghost lantern nearby shook a little, and under the control of a mysterious force, flew toward Ye Shaoyang.
Ye Shaoyang stepped his head on the foot of the hook, and made a hand, and found a piece of five emperor money, shattered the ghost lantern, and a big baby with a cockroach licked his mouth.
"Ghosts!"
Ye Shaoyang shouted, and a thought passed through his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it. He found the Maoshan dying nail and stabbed the ghost baby. The ghost baby immediately turned into a black smoke to dissipate. At this time, more ghosts. The lantern swayed and flew quickly.
Ye Shaoyang quickly shot eight pieces of five emperors, hovering in the air, forming the power of seals, temporarily blocking the ghost lanterns, stepping on the hooks at the foot, and tightening the other hand to kill the night patrol.
A flash of light, the image of the night-time sacred great power disappeared, turned into a thick wooden stake, filled with green juice.
"It turned out to be a hundred-year-old tree monster." Ye Shaoyang sneered and kicked the wooden stake. At this moment, a scream came from the mountain, and Ye Shaoyang looked up. Two male and female ghosts flew from the top of the mountain. Come, the distance is too far to see the appearance.
Those ghosts who were not killed were immediately retired, crying in their mouths: "Golden boy and girl have finally arrived, we are saved..."
Golden boy and girl? Isn't that the disciple of the legendary Guanyin Bodhisattva? Is this too frivolous?
Ye Shaoyang looked at the top of the mountain again. A seven-color smog was rising from the direction of the well. It looked a bit like boiling after the water boiled. At the same time, Ye Shaoyang felt that the earth beneath his feet was shaking, and there was an invisible force that was spreading from the mountains.
The heart suddenly swelled, the big guy, finally came out, fortunately, he arranged the next arbor network in advance, it is estimated that he could top it for a while, and hurriedly retreated to Ye Xiaomeng, saying: "Hurry up!"
Ye Xiaomeng was previously a poetry and a ghost, a stimulating heart, and a passionate heart. He said, "Where are you going, you are killing it!"
Ye Shaoyang took a picture on her forehead. "Don't be stupid, look at this battle, you can't beat it!"
Ye Xiaomeng stunned: "Don't try to know."
"Try a ghost, if you can't beat it, you have to die here!" Then he took Ye Xiaomeng to step down and said to the "Ghosts": "It's all folks, don't force me to do it!"
Although those "Ghost Fairies" did not want to read the nostalgia with him, but the Shenwei that was displayed before Ye Shaoyang did not dare to stop, Ye Shaoyang went where he went, and actually gave up a way.
The three uncles yelled: "The big scorpion..."
Ye Shaoyang raised his hand and played a magical character. He took the three uncles into the sign and reached out and grabbed it. He ignored the three cicadas and cried in the back. He flew out to the valley. He had a lot of thoughts about this weird ghost village. Understand that since there is no time to stay inquired, then you can only take one to go back and say.
Ye Xiaomeng was dragged and flew by him, and his emotions have not turned around. He said: "Yangyang brother, you didn't say anything in the poem, "What is it?"
Ye Shaoyang turned his eyes and said: "That is to help, killing a little cool, now it's enough. If you remember those, give you a lesson, the Master will open the light, and if you hit it, you will hit it."
Ye Xiaomeng is completely speechless.
The two opened the ghosts and ran away. They suddenly saw the ghost lanterns hanging in the treetops in front of them all swaying and flying, posing in the shape of a sword and flying towards them.
Ye Xiaomeng said: "Now the road is copied, can't run away, only hit."
"That's me, I am going, I am going, I am broken!"
Ye Shaoyang held the sword with both hands and read the spell. He threw the seven-star Longquan sword out and fanned it on Ye Xiaomeng's butt. "Go away, run out of the valley and wait for me, leave me alone!"
Ye Xiaomeng was shot forward by him, walked a few steps, turned and stopped, and called: "Shaoyang brother!"
"I can't die, you are tired, go! You really want to be a ghost girl here!"
Ye Shaoyang held the soul of the soul, facing the "Golden Boy and the Girl" who had rushed through countless ghost lanterns and the ghosts who had not killed them. There was no fear.
"Shaoyang brother, be careful!" Ye Xiaomeng bit his teeth and followed the Longquan sword toward the valley. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of becoming the burden of Ye Shaoyang. I only hate that my mana is too low, and I can't help Ye Shaoyang to worry about it. Otherwise, the gods and heroes will join hands to kill the enemy.
Cough, what do you think?
Ye Xiaomeng flew forward, and soon met with the array of ghost lanterns. The Qixing Longquan sword was inspired by ghosts, and instantly burst into purple suffocation, which opened a gap in the powerful ghost.
Ye Xiaomeng rushed in the past, Longquan sword just fell in front of her, she reached out and grabbed it. When she ran back and looked back, the ghost lanterns did not chase themselves, but regrouped and joined the other side of the valley. Speed ​​up the rush to Ye Shaoyang.
Ye Shaoyang gave the seven-star Longquan sword his life, and he himself had no instruments, can he hold it?
Ye Xiaomeng had no time to think about this. Now it is important to leave the valley and stay away from the sphere of influence of the ghost village. Don't distract Ye Shaoyang and let him feel at ease against the enemy.
"The trough, this is troublesome, play big." Ye Shaoyang muttered to himself, knowing that although the killing was cool before, but it was all small, even the old tree is not a thing, now the real The trouble is coming.
Taking advantage of the other party, Ye Shaoyang took out two charms from the backpack, used the Taiyi dust to stain the gold powder, wrote two charms, Longquan sword is not in hand, Taiyi whisk against the real strong enemy, and is good at defending Not arrogant, now can only hope for the rune.
The gods are well painted, and the ghost lanterns have come. Ye Shaoyang bites the tip of the tongue, squirts a blood on the hook, and recites the spell, and goes to the yin of the ghost lantern.
Ghost lanterns come from all directions, and there is no way to hide. There is no skill or rule in this, it is a hard hit.