Chapter 61: Nine Ghosts

As soon as the devilish qi came out, Xiao Fan's whole body suddenly turned black, only his eyes were red as blood.
Now it is the body of the soul, Xiao Fan's power to use Shura's Fourth Transformation is also limited, and physical attacks can't hurt ghost claws at all.
Only by casting Shura Demon Shadow, he has a chance.
It's just that he used Shura Demon Shadow, and he still used it without hesitation. He was afraid that he would lose his sanity, so he waited until now.
If it hadn't been for Xiao Fan, he had no other way, it would not easily cast Shura Shadow.
At this moment, as soon as the Shura Demon Shadow appeared, Xiao Fan's soul power seemed to have instantly surpassed the peak of the Great Emperor Realm and entered a new level.
He only felt that he was full of power, as if he could easily obliterate any monk in the Great Emperor Realm with a single blow.
Xiao Fan couldn't care about so much anymore, he just wanted to desperately kill the demon shadow and rescue Ye Shiyu.
"God cuts the sky!"
Xiao Fan screamed, and once again merged with the Shura sword, turning into a peerless divine sword, and slashed at that ghost claw.
All this seems to be very long, but it happened in the light of calcium carbide.
Compared to the sword that Xiao Fan used just now, it was more than several times stronger, but his consciousness was a little fuzzy at the moment, and it was completely supported by an instinct.
"Huh!" Mo Ying let out a dull cold snort, as if angry.
Suddenly, his other ghost claw waved forward and blocked the front, holding Ye Shiyu's ghost claw back quickly.
Puff!
That ghost claw, in front of Xiao Fan's sword, was like a piece of thin paper, ripped directly from the palm to the shoulder, the speed was incredible.
Void devil energy rolled over, covering the entire sky. This time, after staying for a few breaths, those devil energy condensed into a ghost claw again.
The Ghost Claw's momentum rose sharply, and it whizzed towards Xiao Fan.
Under the pressure of that momentum, Xiao Fan only felt that his soul body was about to explode, completely out of his control.
Strong!
Terribly strong!
Xiao Fan looked at the killed ghost claws, even if he was unwilling in his eyes, he did not have any resistance at all.
Even if he casts Shura Demon Shadow, there is too much difference between his current strength and that Demon Shadow.
He didn't know that if he hadn't possessed the ability to attack the soul, he would have been hit hard.
"Time and Space Dzi!" The last thought flashed in Xiao Fan's mind. Now, only the last hole card of Time and Space Dzi can save him.
Even Black Fire Gourd and Zhenshi Copper Coffin could not help him.
Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and tried his best to mobilize the Space-Time Dzi. Unfortunately, he still underestimated the strength of the Demon Shadow. The oppressive force brought by the ghost claws directly made his body unable to move.
He only felt that his will was about to collapse, and he could no longer support it, so he fainted and became unconscious.
"Om~"
Just as the ghost claw was about to approach, the time and space sky bead in Xiao Fan's arms burst into vain with a bright gray light, and the time and space energy suddenly agitated layer by layer.
No matter how Ghost Claw attacks, he can't get close to Xiao Fan anymore.
"Jiuyou, you are too much."
An old voice in the void sounded, and then, above the time and space celestial bead, a ghost was condensed.
A closer look revealed that it was an old man in a white robe. The old man's face was a little fuzzy, but he could vaguely see his white hair and white eyebrows, as well as the sullen color on his face.
"Old man, I didn't expect him to be your inheritor." Mo Ying retracted his ghost claws and uttered a hazy voice, "I just tested his strength, yes, you have a good eye."
Although Mo Ying's face hasn't changed in any way, there is a hint of flattery and jealousy in his tone, and he wants to make the big things small and small.
How can the white-robed old man not understand the meaning of Demon Shadow?
However, thinking of the power that Mo Ying had just shot, his mood was not very good.
If it wasn't a critical time to show up by himself, Xiao Fan would definitely not die or be disabled.
However, the white-robed old man was not angry, but smiled faintly: "I think, until that day, Ancestral Demon won't mind testing your strength."
When Mo Ying heard the words, the demonic energy on her body trembled, as if she was very afraid of the "ancestral demon" in the mouth of the white-robed old man.
"Let's talk about him if he can really survive, and even so, the ghost master is not afraid of him." The Demon Shadow shouted in a deep voice, but his tone was obviously guilty.
"Really?" The white-robed old man smiled, seeing Demon Shadow collapsed and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Mo Ying did not answer the white-robed old man, but turned the subject away: "Hey, old man, don't you and Ancestral Demon look after the same person, right?"
Hearing this, the white-robed old man gave Xiao Fan a faint look below, and then smiled playfully: "What's the point?"
"It's okay, it's just that this kid, He De, how can he be able to make you and Ancestral Demon both look at it at the same time?" Mo Ying shook his head quickly, but his voice was a little puzzled and solemn.
Mo Ying knew very well that the white-robed old man in front of him and the strength of the ancestor demons in their mouths were a character that even he would be afraid of. The two of them could actually look at the same inheritor.
Thinking of this, Mo Ying couldn't help but look at Xiao Fan a few more times. He couldn't understand, what is the difference between Xiao Fan?
In his opinion, Xiao Fan just went mad as if he wanted to save his own woman. This was totally unwise.
After all, the gap between the two is so big, they are not at the same level at all, so rashly, it is no different from death.
Regarding affection and meaning, in Mo Ying's eyes, it does not exist. To reach their level, as long as they can distinguish right from wrong, it is enough. The emphasis on affection and meaning becomes a cumbersome thing instead.
"Don't you also like her woman?" The white-robed old man shook his head and smiled.
Mo Ying was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood what the white-robed old man meant. You can even look at his woman. Why should we look at him?
"This woman is not only the second generation bloodline of the Fengtian clan, but the purest soul body is the key. Why not be the inheritor of the ghost master?" Mo Ying retorted.
He was telling the white-robed old man that my inheritor is much better than yours.
"Then you know, my disciple is just the most ordinary mortal body." The white-robed old man said with a calm expression, but when he saw Xiao Fan, there was a touch of love in his tone.
"Impossible!" Mo Ying said without thinking.
No wonder he didn't believe it, how could an ordinary mortal body be so terrible?
This is far more terrifying than those rare physiques in the legend, especially the hard work just now made him feel terrified.
Even if he and Xiao Fan are equal in strength, there is no certainty that he can beat Xiao Fan.
"Believe it or not!" The white-robed old man is no longer entangled in this question, but has been staring at the demon shadow, which is hairy by the white-robed old man.
"Old man, just say something." Mo Ying said impatiently.
"As expected to be the ghost master of the nine ghosts, that old man, I will ask for something for the disciple, thank you for your generosity first." The white-robed old man suddenly laughed when he heard this.