Xuan Huan: Disciple Slow Down, The Master Can't Stand It Anymore

Zhao Sheng walked out of the door first. The three women, who were already terrified, could only follow him helplessly.

They did not dare to leave Zhao Sheng too far.

This place was the Ghost Realm!

If they left Zhao Sheng, they would be swallowed by the Ghost Realm in a flash. Even those in the Foundation Establishment stage would be dead!

In this darkness, the white divine flame on Zhao Sheng's finger could be used as a direction to follow.

Even Yan Taizhen, Xiao Jing Zhi, and Qi Mingying felt a chill all over their bodies. Even though they were holding Zhao Sheng's arm and were almost intimately sticking together, they could feel the chill coming from all directions that seemed to penetrate into their bones, making them shiver.

The three of them were in the Foundation Establishment stage, but they still felt like they were in an ice coffin, without the slightest ability to resist.

"Disciple, can you make the fire brighter?" Yan Taizhen asked.

"It's better to make it warmer." Xiao Jingzhi nodded and said, "It's too cold."

Zhao Sheng turned his head and looked around. He shook his head slightly and said, "It's not the time yet. These people … can't bear my light.

Can't bear it?

Are there people around?

The three women looked around, but in the pure darkness, they could not see anything.

This made their hearts palpitate a little.

They could only follow Zhao Sheng to the candlelight ahead. They were not slow. When the candlelight stopped, they followed.

"Why did you follow me?"

The old man stood at the entrance of the village where he had invited them. When he saw the four of them following him, he immediately glared at them with a sour face and reprimanded anxiously, "Didn't I tell you not to come out?

Do you know how dangerous it is outside? "

"Old man, you, a mortal, dare to go alone. How can we, cultivators, be afraid?"

Zhao Sheng stood beside the old man and looked straight into the darkness. He said calmly, "And I also want to see what it is."

"You …" The old man's face was anxious, but he returned to calmness. He said lightly, "I'll warn you one last time. If you die … don't blame me.

Whoosh!

Before Zhao Sheng could answer, a cold wind suddenly rolled up in the darkness.

It was filled with dense Yin energy.

The wind that was stirred up was not small. It blew the robes of the four people standing at the entrance of the village.

"There's something!"

A black light flickered in Qi Mingying's eyes. She was the first to notice that something seemed to have appeared in the chilly wind.

It condensed and took shape in the darkness in front of him, like a sticky, amorphous object.

Furthermore, the object seemed to have become a little shorter. No one knew what it was doing, but in front of it, a large pile of things that looked like small hills appeared.

The candlelight and the white flame were still burning, just enough to illuminate the front, allowing everyone to see the appearance of the small mountain clearly.

"That is …" Xiao Jing Zhi exclaimed, "Human flesh?!"

It was the red and appetizing jerky that the old man had taken out earlier. At this moment, it was piled up into a large pile.

Then, the amorphous object became taller and stopped for a while, as if it had discovered something.

'Hu — —!!!'

In the darkness, the chilly wind was even stronger. It even blew out a sound, as if it was roaring.

At this moment, the old man took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Sheng and the others. He said in a deep voice, "I've received it. You can go!"

'Hu — —!!!!'

The sound of the wind was even stronger. The figure's body was tense, as if it was about to attack in the next moment.

The chilly wind howled fiercely.

Yan Taizhen and the other two women all felt that it was difficult to breathe. It was as if pieces of ice were crawling from the surface of their bodies and their facial features into their bodies. They wanted to call for help, but there was no way to make a sound. Only despair and fear appeared in their eyes.

"Sigh!" The old man's face showed compassion at this time, and he let out a sigh.

"Ghost!

How dare you cause trouble in front of me! "

But with a loud shout, Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed like two beams of light. Following his shout, they directly turned into white light spots that spread out in all directions.

As the white light spots attached to Yan Taizhen and the other two women, they also felt that their bodies were light, and the cold feeling disappeared.

And these white light spots were like countless fireflies. As they spread out in all directions, they also illuminated the darkness near the entrance of the village.

Including the appearance of the thing in the darkness in front of them.

That thing's skin color almost merged with the darkness. Its body was also tinged with red and purple. Its hair was disheveled, and its body was strong. It was like the most burly soldier.

It was still wearing tattered clothes that were mixed with a large amount of soil. It was as if it had crawled out of a grave. Even its bare toes were like beast claws. Only its arms looked clean, like a normal person's hand.

The white gas was also like the wind, blowing its clothes and hair. But no matter how the hair swayed, the face could not be seen. It was as if the hair was the face.

"It's really a ghost!" Qi Mingying gasped at this time.

"It's a Ghost King level ghost that can form a ghost realm!"

Xiao Jing Zhi swallowed her saliva, her voice trembling, "I've met a similar ghost before. I used my obsession to create my own ghost realm from the well. Its aura was similar to this one. I was so scared that I immediately ran away.

"Then why didn't you die?" Qi Mingying asked.

"Isn't it far away?" Xiao Jing Zhi replied weakly.

"You guys are still chatting at this time?"

Yan Taizhen was extremely conflicted.

He wanted to retreat, but it was all dark behind him. He felt that if he retreated, he would encounter something bad.

But if he didn't retreat, this big ghost was too close. How could he not be afraid?

Yan Taizhen was a bit disappointed.

"Why is this trip more difficult than my previous life!"

At this time, Jing Zhi also shook Zhao Sheng's arm and said, "Let's quickly get rid of the evil spirit!

Get rid of it!

It's too scary! "

Zhao Sheng's eyes were glowing. He glanced at the pile of dried meat in disgust and said to the old man, "Is this what you guys are relying on?"

"You guys are fine in the Yin wind?"

The old man was surprised.

Then, as if he thought of something, he subconsciously reached out to grab Zhao Sheng.

But when his fingers were about to touch Zhao Sheng's body, he seemed to have an indescribable sadness. His hand stopped there.

"Since you're fine, quickly go back!

It won't enter the house!

Otherwise, if you really annoy it, you won't even know how you died! "The old man said anxiously.

Bang — —!!!

But what responded to him was Zhao Sheng's fist!

Zhao Sheng suddenly punched out. A white light appeared on his fist. The huge white light was like a meteor. It suddenly appeared in the darkness with a whistling sound. It directly drowned the ghost in front of him. Then, it violently washed away the ghost completely!

"This!!!" This time, the old man's face was filled with shock. He subconsciously looked towards the village.

Wu wu wu wu — —

A sinister gust of wind stirred, and the ghost in the darkness took shape once again. Its disheveled face leaned forward, and it breathed out mouthfuls of sinister wind!

However, Zhao Sheng was standing at the entrance of the village. He was like the God of War who had descended from the heavens. It was impossible for the cold wind to get close to him.

As soon as it appeared, it was instantly obliterated into nothingness by the white light that filled the air!

"How dare you!"

Zhao Sheng frowned and threw out another punch. Once again, a beam of white light shot out and obliterated the ghost's body.

But at the same time, the ghostly figure materialized in the darkness.

"My power is specialized in the demonic path. Let's see how long you can last!"

Zhao Sheng snorted coldly. He didn't move. Instead, he punched again and again, sending out white light. Again and again, the ghosts were destroyed. Then, the ghosts reformed in the darkness again and again. The Worker was slowly grinding them down.

This seemingly powerful ghost could only dissipate again and again under Zhao Sheng's fists like a mayfly that could be easily crushed to death.

No matter how thick the darkness was, under the constant bombardment of the white light, it seemed to gradually fade, allowing others to see the darkness a little more clearly.

Yan Taizhen and the other two women were now completely relaxed. This ghost was indeed no match for Zhao Sheng, the peerless villain.

However …

"Why didn't he use the divine fire that can burn everything? Hasn't he already reached the level of refining qi into spirit and becoming an innate god?" Qi Mingying looked at Yan Taizhen.

"How would I know?" Yan Taizhen rolled her eyes.

"He seems to … have other thoughts." Xiao Jing Zhi seemed to have noticed something.

The darkness faded, and it seemed to reflect the ghost's body.

After being blasted apart, it condensed again. However, this time, it wasn't as huge as before. It seemed to be in a much worse state. Not only had its body shrunk significantly, but its body had also bent down. Its chest was rising and falling as if it was gasping for breath.

It was obvious that it couldn't withstand Zhao Sheng's waves of innate true qi!

"Again!"

Then, the white light from Zhao Sheng's punch dispersed it again.

But no matter what, it was still able to condense its body. It didn't retreat, nor did it attack. It seemed to be waiting for something.

But as it kept punching, its body seemed to become more and more bent. The darkness was also fading. It was about to become the same night as the stars in the sky.

The old man was trembling all over. When he saw Zhao Sheng raise his fist again, he suddenly knelt on the ground and begged, "Don't hit me anymore, don't hit me anymore!

Immortal: "Don't hit me anymore!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the ghost and shouted, "Son!

Just leave. Don't be in so much pain! "

The ghost seemed to glance at the old man, then lowered its head and swept toward the dried meat. Its body trembled, and with the howling of the cold wind, it seemed to let out an unwilling roar.