Chapter 379: Fierce battle (1)

The mist of the night shrouded the silent mountain village, and the moon occasionally appeared from the thick black clouds, and the faint moonlight shone on the ground, adding a bit of coldness and gloom.
Suddenly, Xiao Qian cried nervously, "Sister, here!"
Suddenly the surrounding air condensed, and a gust of cool wind blew across the skin of Yang Zimei's eyebrows. The hairs were erected sensitively, and the spine was slightly cold.
The dust from Yuqing's hand was also shaking slightly ...
Yang Zimei and Yuqing looked at each other, each flashing behind the trees on both sides.
A man walked slowly along the muddy and curvy road ahead.
Very thin and tall, with a large bucket covering his face, wearing a black robe, carrying a black skull crutch, under the blowing of the night wind, like a scarecrow, swinging slightly , Hunting.
Behind him, the soldiers followed the poisonous snake, toad, spider, and scorpion neatly, and jumped, crawled, slid, orderly, and without any chaos.
Behind, there was a baby head blood ghost descending, jumping naughtily from time to time to the man's shoulders, and from time to time it was naughty, sounding very immature, but in this night it seemed extremely strange and giggling.
Yang Zimei watched him with his eyes--
The evil spirit on him was ten times darker than Miluo, even the strange blood black!
How many people will this man kill and how many evils will he commit?
Yang Zimei's fist clenched slightly.
The small iron tower in her hand also felt her emotions, making a throbbing sound, seeming very excited.
Yes, this little iron tower is perverted, the more heavier things are, the more it likes it.
But, can it withstand the evil spirit of this ghostly descendant this time?
Jumping in front of the blood ghost descended like it felt something, suddenly stopped floating, jumped onto the shoulder of the ghost descendant, the childish and weird face became very dignified, the dozens of heads tied with red silk The little braid stood up.
Gaba, the ghost descending teacher, felt the change of his blood ghost descending, and stopped moving forward.
The five poisons that followed stopped abruptly, a little messy, but, as if someone was directing, the order was reordered instantly, like a soldier ready to go.
The skull on the crutch in Gaba's hand was rattling--
His eyes, which were hidden under the bucket, were slightly froze ...
"go with--"
There was a metallic, harsh noise in his throat.
The baby blood ghost descended and was ordered to float forward, aiming at the head of Yuqing Road, who was hiding behind the big tree.
Yang Zimei frowned slightly. They had been waiting for the Ghost Descendant to enter the array they arranged. Who knew that it was discovered by them in advance that Ghost Descendant was still outside the array.
"Giggle--"
The blood ghost descended a burst of laughter, and from time to time he stuck his tongue out and attacked Yuqing with thick evil spirits.
Yuqing read his secret, and the white silk on his hand was like a steel wire, sweeping down to the blood ghost—
His whisk is the greatest weapon inherited by his ancestors, and he has a strong attack on the evil things.
But the blood ghost descending was not afraid of Fuchen's attacking power, suddenly turning like a gyro around Yuqing, the giggling laughter expanded infinitely in this night, extremely creepy ...