I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Chu He! Don't be controlled by emotions!"

A loud shout brought back Chu He's mood.

It was Qi Guoyuan who noticed his strangeness and reminded him.

"Chu He, don't be overly sad, and don't show mercy, he is already a ghost cultivator."

Li Shan, who was on the sidelines, also spoke.

Chu He took a deep breath, breathed into his brain, and slowly adjusted his emotions.

Now is not the time to be angry, this is not the time to be sad.

Gong Xiaochen has fallen into ghost cultivation, and what they are about to face may be a second-grade ghost commander.

Under rational circumstances, Chu He doesn't worry much about the second-rank Guishuai, but once his emotions are affected, he is very likely to be impulsive and make mistakes.

And sometimes, a small mistake may ruin your life.

The black mist had completely penetrated into Gong Xiaochen's body, and what permeated around him turned into a cloud of ghostly aura.

Gong Xiaochen slowly opened his eyes, looked at Chu He in front of him, and said with a sneer.

"Chu He, I didn't expect to see you the first time I woke up."

"It seems that the Snake Ghost King failed. What an irony, the dignified first-rank peak ghost king failed to kill a fourth-rank talent in the first place?"

When Chu He heard these words, he suddenly understood.

This person in front of him is not a handsome ghost!

He is also a peak ghost king!

But even the ghost king will be weakened when he comes here.

Completely harmless summons like the Snake Ghost King are coming, after all, they are so rare that they can be counted on one finger.

The ghost cultivator in front of him is the one who came to help the Snake Ghost King and besiege and kill Wenxiang together!

Chu He gritted his teeth, forced himself to calm down, and said in a cold voice.

"Which ghost king are you?"

"Hehe, the Snake Ghost King can't be the only one who gets the credit for punishing the killer clan."

"Remember, the one standing in front of you is the incomparably noble White Ghost King."

"I will leave a living mouth, and let today's events spread throughout the entire human race!"

The White Ghost King laughed loudly.

"Ten steps to kill one person..."

A whisper.

A cold light flashed.

The White Ghost King's laughter stopped abruptly, he swung his palm backwards, and said angrily.

"Human child! How dare you sneak attack!"

Chu He stood behind the White Ghost King, pointing his Wenqi long sword at the White Ghost Queen's heart.

There is no chaos in the ghost world all year round, and the twelve ghost kings in the ghost world have not ended for nearly twenty years, and the fighting skills have indeed declined sharply.

The battle is imminent, do you think you have time to announce your name?

Chu He asked on purpose, just to see how much experience the ghost king in front of him had.

Obviously, the White Ghost King, like the Snake Ghost King, is a ghost cultivator who is not very good at fighting alone.

With a bang, the ghost energy disappeared suddenly, and a palm slapped on Chu He's Wenqi long sword.

After all, Wen Qi's long sword is no better than the heart sword, and it collapsed in just an instant.

But Chu He didn't care, all he needed was this momentary opportunity.

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold."

Yi Shuihan is an Assassin's classical Chinese saying that we live and die together. Chu He doesn't want to live and die together now, so he only read the first half of the sentence.

The price is that there is only half of Yi Shuihan, and he cannot give birth to dead energy.

Enough already!

The long sword of Wen Qi collapsed, and a dull dagger suddenly appeared in Chu He's hand, ignoring the ghost air spreading in front of him, and pierced towards the White Ghost King's head from top to bottom.

The White Ghost King snorted coldly, but suddenly realized that he had not been able to directly knock Chu He away, and the Dull Dagger was already close to the top of his head.

The white ghost Wang Ping was a peak ghost king of the first rank, but now he has been weakened into a ghost commander of the second rank, and has lost most of his strength.

There was a muffled thunder!

The White Ghost King had no choice but to raise his arm, abruptly blocking the Wuguang dagger.

The originally weak body, under the blessing of ghost energy, is as hard as iron!

The dull dagger pierced straight down, but it could only cause the sound of metal collisions and sparks one after another.

Chu He fixed his eyes on the White Ghost King, and suddenly shouted.

The dull dagger exploded suddenly, but countless fragments of the dagger turned towards the White Ghost King as if they were being manipulated by someone.

In the completely pitch-black eyeballs of the White Ghost King, a flash of red suddenly flashed.

Countless ghost energy gathered here immediately, blocking all the dull daggers.

A muffled hum sounded.

Chu He only felt a huge war hammer hit his abdomen abruptly.

When the huge force came, Chu He was powerless to resist, and flew backwards directly.

The ghost aura dissipated, and the White Ghost King looked at Chu He coldly, and there seemed to be anger about to spurt out of his eyes without whites.

It is such a shame that the majestic first-rank peak ghost king is forced to retreat by a fourth-rank human talent after his success is approaching!

"Hehe, Chu He, I admit that you are difficult to deal with, more difficult than ordinary humans."

The White Ghost King sneered, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"But that's all you can do."

The White Ghost King clenched his palms tightly.

A powerful ghostly aura came from the sky, tightly wrapping Chu He in it.

Chu He suddenly felt that the surrounding air was almost stagnant, and the surroundings were constantly squeezed, as if his whole body was being pressed by heavy objects.

Forcibly circulating the literary energy, lingering around his body, Chu He could feel a little bit of relaxation.

Ghost King Domain!

Chu He gritted his teeth and stared closely at the White Ghost King who was walking forward step by step.

Is this the Ghost King Domain of the White Ghost King?

He was able to directly use the ghost energy to change the surrounding environment.

However, the range should not be large.

Chu He struggled to get up, gathering his literary energy and long sword.

It's just that the Wenqi long sword trembled faintly under the squeeze, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

The White Ghost King raised his right hand and gave a faint sound.

"Die."

Under one grasp.

With a bang, a stream of energy blasted towards the White Ghost King.

It was the disciples from the inner courtyard of the academy who were harassing!

Qi Guoyuan, Li Shan and the two clenched their teeth, their martial energy boiled, they rushed up quickly, and punched them down.

The White Ghost King frowned, and waved his right hand in prose.

"White Ghost King! Take a punch from me!"

Qi Guoyuan shouted loudly.

The White Ghost King snorted coldly, stretched out a finger in his right hand, and tapped lightly.

Qi Guoyuan suddenly flew out backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Seeing this, Li Shan was not afraid at all, he had already arrived in front of the White Ghost King, he raised his fist and smashed it down hard.

Boom!

Li Shan's fist hit the White Ghost King's back, but there was a thunderous sound.

The White Ghost King didn't move at all, he let out a soft snort, and a ghostly aura shook from his back.

Li Shan spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and his breath was weak.

"How dare bugs come to stop me?"

The White Ghost King sneered.

Just when the White Ghost King was about to slap Li Shan to death, Chu He suddenly felt the surrounding space relax for a moment.

He was a little disturbed!

Just such an instant opportunity!

Chu He fixed his eyes on the White Ghost King and shouted angrily.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening!"

Time flies, Chu He only has two chances of classical Chinese.

Enough already!

Suddenly, a soaring sword intent was born on the long sword in Chu He's hand.