dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Hua Jiu is difficult, after all, the practice is shallow;

After all, the Northern Kingdom's horse fairy is "unorthodox";

Chen Daji, the heroic ghost Xin Lianshan... Forget it, these two will be treated as if the author didn't mention them...

Although they knew that Wu Ran's soldiers and horses were tough, no one expected that they would be so tough:

He didn't care about the other party's identity and background at all, and didn't even give him a chance to explain. He didn't leave anything behind.

Wrapped in thick black fog, everyone immediately couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and even couldn't tell up, down, left, right, and fell into the predicament of fighting on their own.

There are ghost shadows roaring and rushing everywhere, whether they are hit by Taoism or physical attacks, the black shadows immediately dissipate.

But in a blink of an eye, it will take shape again, completely in a posture of immortality.

For a while, the shouts and killings continued, and the dragon chanting and Jiaoming came and went one after another;

Especially the occasional screams made Hua Jiu very worried.

Even with his current skills, his visibility in the black mist was no more than three meters, and he had no idea who was injured, and even... might even die in battle.

Just as Hua Jiunan was trying to avoid the attack while thinking of countermeasures, a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Oh shit, are you kicking Master Ji's crotch??!"

"Don't run away, we're not done with this matter!"

After Chen Daji's voice, Baye Chang's exclamation followed closely.

"You little bastard, don't chase after you. If you are ambushed, you will be smashed to pieces!"

"Big plan! Master Ba!" Hua Jiunan was overjoyed, and immediately rushed towards the place where the voice came from.

It wasn't until he smashed more than a dozen ghosts with his hand sword that he vaguely saw Chen Daji's blurred figure.

At this moment, this guy is pressing a Wu Can soldier on the ground, and he is smashing it with his eight punches.

While smashing his mouth, he kept cursing.

"Say, in the future, will you still kick Master Ji and I'll fall a thousand catties?!"

"This guy, one kick will make you dry and swollen!"

It might be that Chen Dage was playing too seriously, or it might be that Wu Ran's troops were too weird. Anyway, this guy didn't even notice that a ghost had arrived behind him, and he raised the black ghost knife in his hand with a grinning grin and slashed at his neck.

not good!

Hua Jiunan was startled when he saw this, and just about to step forward to help, several ghost hands stretched out from the ground and grabbed his feet.

The moment the ghost hand touched the feet, a severe chill hit.

A thick layer of black ice instantly condensed on Zhiren's body.

In this case, let alone rescue Chen Daji, Hua Jiunan couldn't even move himself!

"Don't fight the big plan, pay attention behind you, and hide quickly!"

"Ah? What are you hiding?" Chen Dage turned his head naively, just in time to see Hua Jiunan, but he didn't pay attention to the silent Ghost Saber behind him.

"Boss, are you here?! I couldn't find you just now, so we can be anxious... ah!"

Before Chen Dage could finish speaking, the Ghost Saber had already slashed heavily.

Chen Daji's big head flew up from the messy hair in an instant.

There was still an expression of disbelief in the air: "We...we are dead?!!! It really hurts..."

After speaking, after a breath, the body wrapped in the tortoise shell fell to the ground with a plop.

The blood is like thick ink, staining the land of the Northern Kingdom red...

At this moment, Hua Jiunan completely froze in place:

He couldn't believe it, that brother who was sloppy and unscrupulous, but unparalleled in loyalty, several times in spite of his life, and accompanied him in and out of dangerous places just died like this! ! !

However, before Hua Jiunan could react from the extreme grief, Chang Baye, who had become a few meters long, had already broken into here.

When he saw Chen Daji's miserable state, he froze in place for an instant: "Little...little bastard?!!!"

Walking up tremblingly, he desperately wrapped his big tail around Chen Dage's headless neck, trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

"Little, you can't die, little bastard, I haven't had enough with you yet, Ba, Ba Ye!!!"

"Don't deliberately scare us, hurry up... can you get up quickly?!! Eighth Master, I beg you!!!"

After shaking it a few times and seeing that Chen Dage didn't respond, Chang Baye suddenly thought of something.

"Oh yes, the head!"

"Don't worry, little bastard, I'll pick it up for you right now, Baye!!!"

Yan Bi quickly shook his head left and right to search.

At this moment, a tall ghost soldier riding on a skeleton horse slowly came out of the black mist, holding Chen Daji's head in his hand.