Chapter 77: Different people

"In fact, we just don't run, they can't help us."
Into the eerie horror of the death cemetery, looking at the dense graves in front of him, scattered around the white bones, Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
"Ye Chenfeng, even if your attack power is amazing, but the gap between the illusionist and the beast will be great, you can't just rely on the attack power to make up." Lin Kezhu's strength against Ye Chenfeng, still Not too convinced.
"Maybe."
Ye Chenfeng licked his nose and did not defend anything. He followed Lin Kezhu and looked for a place where he could temporarily settle.
"Okay, let's rest here tonight."
Lin Kezhu found a relatively high-lying land in the death cemetery. There was no dirt slope, and Ye Chenfeng jumped over and waited for the dawn.
"Sister, do you feel that the soul movement in the body is slower?"
When Ye Chenfeng was sitting on the of the and silently adjusting his cultivation, he suddenly realized that the soul of the body was suppressed by a mysterious force, and the flow speed suddenly became slow. He quickly asked Lin Kezhu on the side. .
"Well, my soul is also suppressed."
"It seems that the rumors are true. This death cemetery is the most terrible. It is not the ghost in the cemetery, but the yin in the cemetery. It can suppress the soul of our body and limit our strength. Let's not be able to play the strongest strength." Lin Kezhu nodded and said with a dignified look.
It was confirmed that Ye Chenfeng’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Although the soul is suppressed, his physical strength is not affected. If everyone's soul is affected by the negative pressure in the death cemetery, then he can take the physical advantage to the extreme.
After the rain, Song Song and his two, then he can use this advantage to avenge.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, the harsh ghosts are crying incessantly, and the green fires are like meteors. From time to time in the depths of the death cemetery, people are chilling.
"Someone?"
When Ye Chenfeng was sitting cross-legged on the of the soil, when he quietly adjusted his interest, suddenly his keen perceptive power perceived a hidden soul force across him and suddenly became alert.
"What's wrong, what happened?"
Feeling the soul of Ye Chenfeng’s instantaneous surge, Lin Kezhu, who was meditation and meditation, opened his eyes and asked with vigilance.
"I just felt that someone was peeking at us in secret." Ye Chenfeng’s deep eyes shot a sharp gaze, and through the dark night sky and rich yin, he looked around and said the voice.
"Are you sure? Why didn't I feel?" Lin Kezhu frowned and said with suspicion, she did not believe that her soul perception was not as good as Ye Chenfeng.
"There is something coming."
Ye Chenfeng’s pupils shrank and slammed up and took the Akasaka sword out of the Qiankun bag.
"唳唳..."
The words of Ye Chenfeng have just fallen, and the ghostly weeping sounds of the people are screaming. Hundreds of them have no legs. They float like a wind in the air, and the facial features are blurred. The ghost of the body and the night appears. Attacking both of them.
"So many ghosts."
Lin Kezhu didn’t have time to think about it. Why did he suddenly appear so many ghosts, and quickly took out the Zhongpin Linghe Fire Crystal Knife in the Qiankun bag and sang a big voice:
Ye Chenfeng, we rushed out.

"Good!"
Ye Chenfeng nodded, and a powerful force of blood broke out in his body. His flash of light flashed under his feet, like a lightning rushing into the ghost group, and the red sword in his hand made a sharp Jianmang, directly smashed the two close-knit ghosts.
"Well, don't you die?"
Ye Chenfeng found that the two ghosts that were opened by the Akasaka sword had a tendency to re-agglomerate the soul, revealing a hint of surprise.
"Ye Chenfeng, these ghosts can condense the body by the dead air in the death cemetery, the general attack can not kill them, must be completely killed."
There is a cloud in the body, and the fire is soaring, and Lin Kezhu, who has a blaze of fire, screams loudly.
"Know it!"
Ye Chenfeng nodded and put the red scorpion sword into the Qiankun bag, running the six-pulse god, and quickly improving the physical strength.
Between the blink of an eye, Ye Chenfeng’s physical strength has soared to 25,000 kilograms. The rich blood is like a wolf, and it is surging in his body.
"嘭嘭嘭..."
A fist attacked by Ye Chenfeng filled with the power of blood, a ghost only burst into the body without a suspense, turned into a group of yin.
"Sure enough, the power of my body is the nemesis of these ghosts."
The qi and blood attack works, and Ye Chenfeng’s heart is overjoyed, like an invincible of war, constantly blasting the fists of the airflow, and Lin Kezhu cooperates to break out.
"Good power."
Seeing the amazing speed of killing the ghost of Ye Chenfeng, feeling the continuous physical strength of his body, Lin Kezhu's face not far from him is slightly changed.
She found that she did have a small morning breeze, and he was able to repeatedly create a record of Tianhuo Wufu, not luck.
"Hey!"
Seeing Ye Chenfeng two people broke out, suddenly, a shrill devil cry came into their ears, a height of three meters, surrounded by a full of yin, the five officially clear ghosts in front of them.
"Ghost King!"
"How can there be a ghost king in the periphery of this death cemetery that is comparable to the level of the beast?" Lin Kezhu feels the strangeness of these ghosts.
Because of the powerful ghosts like the Ghost King, they usually only move in the center of the death cemetery, and rarely appear outside the death cemetery.
"Is it really just someone who brought him to the ghost king and these ghosts." Lin Kezhu’s mind had a thought that made her feel a little absurd.
"Half-step sword!"
Lin Kezhu hesitated, the red scorpion sword turned into a red awn in the hands of Ye Chenfeng, a powerful sword in his body sprayed out, gathered in the Akasaka sword, condensed a sharp Jianmang, with the horror of the sky, slammed into the ghost king who blocked the road.
Ghost King Although the strength is far better than Ye Chenfeng, but only the soul of the body, the defensive power is indeed his greatest weakness, attacked by the stunned swordsman who contains half-step swords, the ghost king body was immediately opened.
The half-step swords contained in the swordsman continually smash his soul, and do not give him the opportunity to absorb the yin to repair the soul.
Seeing the scene of Ye Chenfeng’s sword opening the ghost king, Lin Kezhu’s heart and soul shocked, and she finally believed that Ye Chenfeng had the strength to fight against the first-class beast.
"Let's go, let's leave here and say."
Ye Chenfeng screamed, and Lin Kezhu penetrated the yin and quickly ran to the northwest.
The moment they broke out, a blurred figure appeared strangely, looked at the direction in which the two disappeared, and disappeared strangely in the night.