Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Although it is weak, it is enough to ward off evil spirits.

"Hey—!"

A puff of black smoke billowed up, and the ten sharp nails of the pounced ghost continued to melt as if they had been scorched by fire.

"Ghost, ghost!!!"

Fatty Ma, who was belatedly aware of it, finally came to his senses, and fell to the ground with a plop, his face pale.

The ghost who couldn't take a single blow looked resentful, and with his black mouth wide open, he rushed towards the old lady Ma who hadn't reacted yet.

"mom!"

Fatty Ma watched the ghost pounce on the old mother, yelled in surprise, struggled to get up and tried to push his mother away, but his fat figure couldn't keep up with the ghost, the ghost had already pounced in front of the old lady.

"Whoosh, bang—!"

Seeing that the eerie grimace was almost on the old lady Ma, a voice piercing through the air sounded hastily, and a thick branch more than twenty meters long shot towards it with a faint gleam.

Like a steel whip, it hit the ghost's face heavily, separating the ghost from the old man.

"Ow—!"

A heart-piercing wail resounded through Qingyao Mountain, and the ferocious grimace left a terrifying scar like a scorching fire.

The seemingly stiff and thick branches rolled up the unresponsive mother and child like a snake, and pulled them into the distance.

The ghost wailed a few times unwillingly, and several ghost figures approached from a distance, chasing the direction of the branches.

"thump."

The mother and son were thrown down by the branch, and Fatty Ma, who was still in shock, realized that he and his mother were sitting under an old locust tree.

The old locust tree is glowing slightly, and the originally lush and straight branches are now hanging down, like whips, swaying in the wind.

Outside the dim light, several ghost figures surrounded Lao Huai, with resentful expressions on their faces.

"Whoosh-!"

With a sharp ghost howl, several ghosts jumped up almost at the same time, and rushed towards Laohuai.

The branches of the old locust tree were raised high like whips, and with a piercing sound, they lashed at the deceiving ghost with one whip after another.

But helplessly, there were too many ghosts and the attack was too fierce. After a few encounters, Lao Huai broke three or five thick branches, and the shimmering light around him continued to weaken under the influence of the ghostly spirit.

But even so, Lao Huai still defended the mother and son tightly.

For a time, the sound of whipping and howling of ghosts could be heard in the forest.

-

The heart of the Hundred Ghosts Walking in the Night.

More and more ghostly things seemed to appear out of thin air. Countless ghosts, resentful spirits, and evil spirits surrounded Lu Chen from all directions, like a tide, slowly pouring towards the young Taoist priest.

Covering the sky and the moon, the feeling of oppression is extremely strong, and the ferocious face is shining with cruel excitement.

The young Taoist priest stood in the middle, with a calm expression and a pair of jet-black eyes as calm as still water, without any waves.

A layer of thunder light quietly climbed onto Lu Chen's left arm, shattering all the ghostly evil spirit that came over him.

Seeing the thunder in the palm of his hand was about to come out, but the sound of whipping and ghost howling from a distance made Lu Chen's expression startled, the light of the thunder froze, and a brief moment of astonishment flashed in his thin as water eyes.

……

In the mountain forest, seeing the intense thunder in the palm, the burly monk Pu Li frowned even deeper, thoughtfully waved his sleeves slightly, and the two jet-black beams of light swept away into the night formation of the ghosts.

After releasing two ghosts from the late Zhenxuan period, the great monk Puli calmed down a bit.

Hundreds of ghosts walk in the night formation, a sinister array formed by the evil spirits of many ghost soldiers. The intertwining and mixing of ghosts and evil spirits all over the sky will intensify, and those who enter the battle will be swallowed by the continuous strong ghost spirits, leaving no bones left.

The ghost energy in the formation grows, and at the same time, the strength of the ghosts will also be enhanced.

Under the nourishment of the ghostly aura of Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, the two fierce ghosts in the late Zhenxuan stage can completely look down on a master in the middle stage of the acupuncture point.

Seeing the fierce ghost enter the battle, Jiang Shou was not only relieved.

With such a well-prepared formation, Lu Chen was afraid that he would be consumed to death even in the later stages of the orifice.

But just as the minds of the two were gradually relaxing, the young Taoist priest who was oppressed by thousands of ghosts actually dissipated the thunder from his hands...

Backhand untied the three-foot mahogany sword behind him.

……

Two suppressing Xuanli ghosts entered the formation, and the evil spirits in the whole Hundred Ghosts Night Formation suddenly rushed to the sky, and the turbulent ghost energy seemed to press on the young Taoist priest again.

Looking at the Li Gui who was getting closer and closer, Lu Chen's eyes were full of sword intent, which was not inferior to the thunder just now.

In his mind, the first sword mark of Lu Zu's seven swords kept flashing, and the sword-bearer reappeared in Lu Chen's mind.

Lu Chen and the sword-bearer in his mind seemed to be one, with the same breath, body and mind, and even the eyes were the same.

Stretching out his hand to gently hold the hilt of the sword, the spiritual power in his body boiled like magma.

Seeing that the steady stream of fierce ghosts was about to crush the body of the young Taoist priest,

"Drunk stroke black beard Mishima dark."

The sword-bearer and Lu Chen in their minds spoke almost at the same time, their voices changed from the usual calm, like a dragon chant like a long sword coming out of its sheath.

The ghost closest to Lu Chen had already raised its sharp claws and struck down on the head.

"Angrily draw the Frost Sword Shizhou Han."

Slowly uttering the last sentence, Lu Chen's eyes sharpened sharply, and as the sword-bearer exerted force in his palm, his muscles woke up one by one according to the drawing of the sword that had been demonstrated countless times in his mind.

Lu Zu has a sword, and it is said to swing!

"Chong--!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword in the shallow forest was like the chant of a dragon.

A dazzling silver-white sword light swept across the surroundings like a golden sun, instantly illuminating the entire mountain forest.

The falling ghost claw gradually shattered under the sword light.

The ghost claws, arms, body, and ghost shadows shattered inch by inch under the sword glow.