In the midst of the black mist, Wuhua stepped forward again.
Dark footprints appeared on the ground, like coal drawings on the ground.
"Human race, damn it!"
Wuhua's voice was cold, even more frightening than the roar of the night ghost.
"kill!"
Shang Fenghua gave an order, and the ghost hunters rushed towards Wuhua at the same time.
Rays of light radiated vertically and horizontally, true energy surged, and strong winds blew around, blowing everyone's robes.
The black mist on Wuhua's body was also fluttering.
However, the strong wind is like a hand, and the black mist is like a flowerless coat.
Under the violent wind, the black mist kept tearing.
Yes, tear it apart!
The black mist wrapped around Wuhua's body, unwilling to leave. No matter how it was torn apart, it always clung tightly to Wuhua's body.
Occasionally, after a few breaths, several people can see Wuhua's face.
Now, Wuhua's fair face was extremely gloomy, and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth was heart-stopping.
The "卍" Buddhist seal on his forehead turned completely black.
This is also a sign of obsession.
clang!
A meteor hammer struck above the black mist.
There was just a muffled sound.
The meteor hammer was entangled in the black mist and fought back with stronger power in an instant.
In an instant, another person was injured.
"Hahaha. The human race... is still so weak."
Wuhua smiled ferociously, and the black mist on his body rose like flames.
A ray of sword light passed by, followed by lightning and thunder, tearing the space apart and cutting off the black mist.
Immediately afterwards, a person's whole body was burning with red flames, approaching Wuhua.
"Invasion like fire!"
His hands were also burning with flames, and he was waving his fists at extremely fast speeds, having already fired dozens of punches in one breath.
The afterimage of the fist still lingers in the air.
But each of his punches failed to penetrate the black mist.
On the contrary, it was like a punch hitting cotton, without causing any injuries.
"There's something weird about the black mist!" someone reminded.
Anyone can see this, but what matters is how to crack it.
Wuhua grinned and laughed at the weakness of these people.
Immediately, a powerful force burst out from Wuhua, knocking everyone back.
"If you can't stop my clan, our clan will surely destroy the world!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Human race, a lowly race!"
Countless skulls emerged from the black mist, looking like evil ghosts and roaring silently.
Immediately afterwards, night ghosts transformed into black mist walked out.
"Kill these humans!"
Night ghosts carry out crazy killings.
"Seeking death!" Qiao Jun and Qiao Ting combined their swords, and the red sword light intertwined and shrouded Wuhua.
Boom boom!
After several explosions, all the night ghosts turned into black mist were annihilated and turned into black mist again and sank to the ground.
Qiao Jun just wanted to be a little proud.
"Hehe." Wuhua sneered again.
The dissipated black mist gathered again and turned into the original night ghost, killing others.
"Can these night ghosts be killed?" Ye Qinghuan asked in surprise.
Yu Zhi shook his head and said: "It's not that they are invincible. To be precise, these night ghosts are dead creatures. Subdue Wuhua now, and these black fog night ghosts will destroy themselves without attack."
As Yu Zhi had expected, Wuhua now caused a lot of trouble to the eight people in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion.
Obviously, these ghost hunters also saw the situation clearly.
The five people were responsible for clearing away the night ghosts transformed into black mist, while the remaining three used all their strength to attack Wuhua.
These three people are all strong men at the eighth level of the Open Monument.
In the time of a cup of tea, I don’t know how many rounds of attacks were carried out.
Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan have been watching the battle.
During this period, Lei Jun also came over.
Without the cover of the bamboo hat and coir raincoat, Lei Jun is still the cheerful young man.
After understanding what just happened, Lei Jun looked at the battle in the distance cautiously.
"These black mists can be reunited after being cut off. How can we be invincible?" Lei Jun said.
Ye Qinghuan looked at it for a long time and said: "That's not the case. I looked at it for a long time. Every time the black mist is completely blown away, the time it takes for it to regroup becomes longer."
"The first time the black mist dissipated, it only took an instant before it gathered again. The second time it took half a breath. The third time it took one breath... There will always be a time when the black mist dissipated and it couldn't gather again."
Ye Qinghuan's observation of battles is very keen.
But when that time comes, what will the three of them do?
After a cup of tea, I don't know how many attacks were carried out. Finally, with Shang Fenghua's ground-breaking sword, the black mist completely dispersed.
The silver thunder landed, preventing the black mist from gathering again.
Wuhua completely appeared in the eyes of several people.
Wuhua, who was smiling evilly, had a pale complexion all over his body, and there was a trace of black mist on his skin, which looked extremely strange.
Wuhua now still looks like the young and immature monk he once was.
Three chains flew out from the sleeves of the three people and instantly wrapped around Wuhua's body.
Heavenly thunder, earthly fire, and ice each spread from three chains to Wuhua.
The terrifying power made Wuhua let out the slightest hint of pain.
"Human race, damn human race! When I return, you will all die!" Wuhua roared.
Shang Fenghua held the chain with one hand and stirred the sky thunder with the other hand, and silver thunder came out of his palm.
"You won't have this chance. Thousands of years ago, the human race could destroy you, and the same is true today!"
"Thunder, kill!"
"Earth fire, burn!"
"Ice, crack!"
The three of them activated their true energy again and used secret techniques. The three powers bombarded Wuhua's body at the same time, drowning him.
The light lasted for a moment, until Wuhua's roar was completely silent.
boom!
Wuhua fell to the ground.
What is surprising is that even the great cultivators of the ninth level of the Monument had to give way to such a terrifying offensive, but Wuhua still had a weak aura.
The strange black fog around him has dissipated, and the night ghosts transformed into the black fog have also disappeared.
Wu Huayou became the little monk who was inexperienced in the world.
No one has ever seen the "卍" Buddha seal on his forehead flicker.
"This guy's life is so tough, he's not dead yet!" someone said.
The people in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion couldn't help but sigh. Three teams hunted a night ghost at the same time, but they still used all their strength.
One can imagine how powerful Wu Hua is.
Shang Fenghua glanced at Yu Zhi and others secretly, and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, kill him quickly!"
A few people understood, and their true energy surged again, and they were about to give Wuhua the final blow.
Yu Zhi was also waiting for this time and whispered: "Do it!"
In an instant, Lei Jun slashed out a terrifying sword, thunder surged, and the sword light raged, blocking everyone.
Yu Zhi used "Instant Star" to turn into a stream of light and kidnapped Wuhua.
Although they don't know what happened to Wuhua, Yu Zhi and others will not just watch Wuhua die.
Several people cursed secretly, already on guard.
However, the battle just now consumed most of the people's energy, and they did not have time to stop Yu Zhi.
Coupled with Yu Zhi's terrifying speed, the unconscious Wuhua was snatched away from under his nose.
"Seeking death!" The eight people in the Ghost Hunting Pavilion were furious.
"Frost is destroyed!"
There was a sword roar, and the wind and snow trapped eight people.
Knowing that these ghost hunters were too exhausted, Ye Qinghuan also restrained his actions and was unwilling to kill anyone.
Yu Zhi carried Wu Hua on his back and glanced behind him. His heart just breathed out, but it suddenly tightened again.
A strong sense of crisis came over.
escape!
No, there is no escape.
Yu Zhi simply stopped.
After sensing this aura as majestic and vast as mountains and seas, he knew that he could not escape no matter what.
I saw a middle-aged man carrying a bookcase walking out of the light mist.
The middle-aged man was dressed in plain clothes and holding a book in his hand. His appearance was not outstanding. If it weren't for the aura wafting from his body, he would definitely be a poor and unknown scholar in the world.
Yu Zhi smiled bitterly in his heart and looked at the other party warily.
"Senior, can you give way?" Yu Zhi said respectfully.
Nothing but respect.
This aura was even more terrifying than Li Haomiao.
If you fight, you will definitely be unable to defeat him.
Since you can't beat him, then be more honest.
The scholar's eyes still fell on the book in his hand, and he said calmly: "You can go and leave him behind."
When Yu Zhi heard this, he said in embarrassment: "Senior, this is my brother. I hope senior will let him go."
"Ding!" The scholar just said one word.
The next moment, Yu Zhi was shocked to feel that all the energy in his body was silent, and even his body was frozen in place.
It’s hard to resist!
If the other party wants to kill him, he can only let others kill him.
The scholar took a step, and the next moment he was already in front of Yu Zhi.
"He is a scourge and must be eliminated," said the scholar.
Yu Zhi could only move his mouth and said with a smile: "Senior, you are joking. This little monk never kills any living beings to help the world. If he lives another seventy or eighty years, after he passes away, the world will have to build a golden body for him."
The scholar retorted: "If you don't kill now, it doesn't mean you won't kill in the future. The disaster will be the evil of killing in the future."
Yu Zhi said again: "In this way, senior is also a disaster. Who knows whether senior will kill the human race in the future. With senior's cultivation, I'm afraid he is still a big devil."
The scholar put down his book, frowned slightly, and looked at Yu Zhi.
With just one glance, Yu Zhi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were seriously injured.
"The scholars are still unreasonable, and the books have been read into the dog's belly." Yu Zhi scolded.
The next moment, Yu Zhi flew out upside down, with blood marks all over his body.
But Wuhua, who was behind Yu Zhi, fell in front of the scholar.
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan and Lei Jun also rushed over.
The sword intent surged and the sword light trembled.
As soon as the two of them took action, they were struck by the scholar's thunder.
The two of them vomited blood like Yu Zhi.
"Good swordsmanship and swift sword." The scholar praised, "The two of them are much better than you who can only talk."
Yu Zhi covered his chest and said nonchalantly: "It's not like I can't beat you."
Shang Fenghua and others also caught up.
When the eight people saw the scholar, they all saluted and called him, "I have seen the Master of Confucianism."
Ruyan is one of the masters of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion, and he also walks in the world.
Shang Fenghua opened his mouth and said: "Master Ruyan, there is a night ghost hidden in this person. He has at least the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Open Monument. Please deal with it, Master Ruyan."
"Since it's a night ghost, just kill him." Lord Ruyan said calmly.
When Yu Zhi heard this, he cursed anxiously in his heart: "Poor scholar, old rotten scholar, you know nothing. The young monk never kills, so just by your words, he is a night ghost?"
"And you bastards said that the young monk was a night ghost. Tell me. Who did he kill? Who died in his hands?"
"You dare to say that when you hunted down the night ghosts, no innocent humans were harmed?"
Ru Yan ignored Yu Zhi. He only had to think about it and the little monk in front of him would die.
Suddenly, Ru Yan looked into the fog.
A group of figures swayed and slowly walked out of the mist.
