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The ghost Chu He screamed, his voice was high-pitched, and Mu Yingjin, who was in front of the ghost Chu He, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it was about to explode.

This cannot continue.

Mu Yingjin endured the headache, and was about to use his sword intent when he heard two classical Chinese voices.

"Reading break rolls, getting a God."

"The child is silent and strange."

With two bangs, two streams of writing energy came suddenly, and one stream of writing energy turned into a writing brush, pointing directly at the ghost Chu He's head.

The other ghost energy transformed into many characters, as if suppressing, pressing down towards Chu He from top to bottom.

Chu He was bombarded by two classical Chinese, so he couldn't help but let go of his black claws, and then released ghost energy with both hands to resist the classical Chinese attack.

On the other side, Mu Yingjin found an opportunity, shouted coldly, covered the sword with sword intent, and suddenly stabbed the ghost Chu He.

The ghost Chu He was unable to defend himself, and suddenly his heart was pierced by a long sword, and he screamed.

Mu Yingjin was worried that the ghost Chu He would have a hand later, so she gave a cold drink, drew her sword, and took a few steps back.

The ghost Chu He had a ferocious complexion, with his grinning mouth facing down, like a monster, extremely ugly.

At his heart, black mist continuously diffused from the wound of the long sword.

It wasn't a ghost aura, it was a pure aura, which made Mu Yingjin who was facing him very uncomfortable.

But this discomfort didn't last long, and the ghost Chu He suddenly dissipated, turning into a cloud of black mist, dispersed in the ghost world.

In front of everyone, the scene suddenly changed.

Not far from the crowd, there were two figures.

One belonged to Chu He, he was constantly hesitating, and looked quite normal.

The other one was of a standing corpse.

That corpse was exactly the ghost that everyone killed.

Seeing this scene, the three of Bei Fu couldn't help feeling their scalps go numb.

By this time, they can almost understand the scene in front of them.

That corpse has been here all along, and the corpse they killed was just a fantasy!

Unexpectedly, Mu Yingjin didn't show any surprise at all, but with a cold expression, she walked to a place five steps away from Chu He, wary of the corpse.

The corpse suddenly made a sound and said with a sneer.

"That's right, you were able to kill my fantasy puppet. Your group is much stronger than the previous group."

Mu Yingjin didn't pay any attention, and just asked Chu He.

"what's the situation."

Chu He said lightly.

"It's nothing, as I thought before, a second-grade ghost general created an illusion, and we have been walking in place, so the token can't be used."

Chu He looked at the corpse and said.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the rest, or you will die."

Hearing these words, the corpse laughed loudly.

"The person communicating with you now is just one of my distracted ghosts. Even if you kill him, it is impossible to affect me. How can you threaten me?"

Chu He smiled lightly and spoke.

"yes?"

All of a sudden, a sword intent surged forth.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay."

Feeling the burst of powerful cultural energy, the corpse still didn't change expression, looked directly at it with a sneer, and didn't even intend to make a move.

But Chu He didn't appear in front of the corpse either.

A figure flashed past, and Chu He suddenly appeared at a place ten steps away, slashing down with his sword.

A sharp scream sounded suddenly, Bei Fu and the three had to cover their ears tightly, but it was useless.

Mu Yingjin followed closely behind, but did not follow Chu He, but instantly came to the corpse, and also slashed it down with his sword.

"Ah! Impossible, how could you have found me!"

With a miserable cry, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Chu He. The figure was full of ghostly aura, with a pair of black claws constantly changing, but under Chu He's long sword, there was still no resistance.

In an instant, the third rank ghost general died.

At the same time, Mu Yingjin also cut the corpse in two with a sword, and a ghostly aura diffused out, and there was no more breath.

Suddenly, a breath crossed the heaven and earth, lingering in the air.

All five of them felt a tightness in their hearts, and only felt that there was a gaze in the sky staring at them closely.

Except for Chu He, none of them dared to act rashly, and kept pouring their cultural energy into the token to create the appearance of a ghost cultivator.

But Chu He quickly came to several people, and slapped each of them on the back.

Immediately, countless ghost aura burst out from Chu He's body, and the ghost aura dispersed, making them think that there was a third-rank ghost general standing in front of them.

He was able to imitate a third-rank ghost general directly through Wen Qi!

Bei Fu, Yao Hongzi, Mu Yang and the three were shocked.

Not long after, that gaze slowly dissipated between the sky and the earth, Chu He let out a breath, and said.

"It should be fine for now."

Bei Fu and the other three sat down on the ground, panting continuously.

The powerful deterrence in the gaze just now made them understand that it was a ghost king who was watching them.

If they hadn't dispersed the ghost energy in time, I'm afraid they would have been crushed to pieces by that gaze.

If Chu He hadn't used his own strength to disguise everyone as a team of third-rank ghost generals, that gaze would have sensed something was wrong.

Only the third-rank ghost generals can be counted on the stage among ghost generals, which can make the ghost king feel at ease.

If there were only a group of fourth-rank ghosts in the place where the sword-like literary energy erupted just now, the ghost king would send down a ghost energy to kill these five fourth-rank ghosts no matter what.

Several people gasped for a moment, Bei Fu asked suddenly.

"Chu He, how do you know where that third grade ghost will be?"

"Didn't he himself say that he was far away?"

Chu He shook his head and said.

"A third-rank ghost general, by controlling a puppet, can make us fourth-rank talents fall into an illusion. Do you think it is possible?"

Bei Fu suddenly came to his senses and explained to himself.

"That's right, if you can achieve this level without being discovered by you, at least you are a second-rank ghost commander. If the third-rank ghost general is nearby to control it, it is possible."

Speaking of this, the three of them suddenly realized why Mu Yingjin reacted so quickly.

Because she also felt something was wrong in advance.

The three of them might indeed be controlled by the illusion, but Mu Yingjin would not, and neither would Chu He.

This is the gap brought about by Confucianism and Taoism.

After resting for a while, Chu He didn't intend to waste any more time, and directly surrounded himself with the four of them, poured energy into the token, and got in touch with the academy.

Suddenly, the token trembled for a moment.

Then, above the token, a light curtain appeared.

Chu He spoke directly.

"The first batch of ghosts encountered an accident. I just killed a third-rank ghost general. We have been targeted and applied for return."

The token light curtain was silent for a long time, and just when Chu He thought the token was damaged, a light curtain emerged.

"Approved, ready to return in three hours."