Due to the threat from Granny Ghost, Elder Jin and Elder Tian were unable to take action and could only continue to watch and look for opportunities.
In response to the sister and brother's pleas, Elder Jin took a deep look at the two and nodded.
"Go ahead, don't hold back in the battle of life and death."
"yes!"
The two people who agreed looked at each other. Today, Miao Ruolong is still dressed in slender women's clothing.
The two beautiful women looked at each other and smiled. Their faces were exactly the same, and the loneliness at the corners of their mouths was the same.
"Brother."
"Sister."
After two shouts in the same tune, only one voice appeared again. The voice was both male and female, which was quite strange.
The two of them took action at the same time, with a golden spear and a bronze shield. The combination of the spear and the shield gave them invincible power and absolute protection.
Contradictions merge into one.
They followed Lu Yun and quickly sneaked into the battlefield to help Lu Yun share some of the pressure.
Lu Yun didn't look at the two men's actions, but the fire in his pupils was a little brighter.
At some point, the red mist around me became much thinner. This was the decadence of going downhill after reaching the extreme.
rustle.
rustle……
It was like the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings, subtle, weak, and distant.
But every time it sounded, it was so clear and close at hand.
rustle!
The sound was much denser.
The Ghost King, who has been fighting with Lu Yun, is already furious because he has been unable to defeat Lu Yun.
With red eyes, after the shield blocked Lu Yun's blow, after the spear cut his arm, after Han Jiangxue passed by...
He... couldn't bear it anymore.
"Shut up!"
Like a demon, the ghost king shouted in a certain direction.
After this sound, the rustling sound stopped for a moment, and then surged like a tide in an instant, appearing in front of people with an unstoppable trend.
The thing in the shadow reveals its description.
It's a butterfly.
Blood butterflies filled the sky, fluttering their wings in the air, and the sound of rustling was endless.
A butterfly that is only the size of a palm, its wings are crystal clear, like... like the blood moon in the sky, it is inherently fatal to the ghost tribe.
The beautiful wings drew beautiful arcs in the air, and the scattered phosphorus powder looked like scattered stars in the dim light of the blood moon, ethereal and hazy.
"Go away!"
The Ghost King roared in a low voice, with veins popping out on his forehead, trying to endure something.
A chain thorn stabbed at the location of the butterflies. Watching each butterfly turn into pieces under his own power, the Ghost King showed a twisted and satisfied smile.
But in this scene, in the eyes of outsiders, the Ghost King seemed to be possessed by a demon, venting his power into the air.
Lu Yun glanced at Yao Huai out of the corner of her eye.
Wuxiang's illusion is truly astonishing.
The power of fantasy is integrated into this environment, pulling, inducing, and permeating everything until the existence inside it sinks.
Should I say that he is worthy of being the great disciple of Wuxiangchu who can challenge his senior brothers?
Lu Yun gave him a faint smile. After the other party nodded clearly, Lu Yun's speed increased sharply again.
Although illusion is powerful, as long as the mind is strong enough, sooner or later one can break free from the illusion.
The reason why the Ghost King was so easily attacked was all because of the preparations made by himself and the Miao siblings. Their attacks disrupted the Ghost King's mind.
But the opponent's strength may not have reached its peak, and his state of mind after experiencing the world will soon wake him up.
But before that, what Lu Yun had to do was to seize this opportunity and inflict heavy damage on the Ghost King.
Lu Yun chose the lightweight Hanjiang Snow.
The snow-white sword blade has long been stained with blood, and the flowing blood is like thick dirt, trying to pollute the purity of Han Jiangxue.
But the solid color of snow, even in the mud and darkness, is arrogant and refreshing after all.
The top of Hanchuan River was covered with wind and snow.
The coldness that does not belong to the human world, with the icy air aimed at the soul, quickly stabs the Ghost King.
Even with Meng Lin's body, Lu Yun did not hold back this sword.
All the power in the dantian flows on Hanjiang Snow, which has accompanied its master in many battles, emitting a loud and soft cry.
As a result, the snow-capped mountains collapsed and the ice cracked, creating the power of heaven and earth.
"No!"
The Ghost King, who finally broke free from the dream, let out a shrill roar after seeing the sword.
There was extreme fear in those eyes.
He felt Lu Yun's overwhelming murderous intent, which was so ruthless that even if he destroyed this body, he would die without a burial place.
If you want to see someone alive, you want to see their corpse if they die.
Even if he brought the body back, Lu Yun would never allow these ghostly creatures to occupy Meng Lin's body.
If you don't get it, destroy it.
The simple thought did not waver in Lu Yun's heart.
There was a smile on her face. In a daze, she returned to Wentian Peak. In the flying snow, someone taught her how to hold a sword.
The thin smile is the crushed spring light, and in that spring light, there is also the cold winter that has not retreated.
This sword is extremely gentle and extremely cruel.
In the midst of this abundant killing intent, the Ghost King hesitated for a moment.
He had just woken up and had not yet regained his own power. How could he allow himself to die here?
The Ghost King, who had not yet fully integrated into this body, had the idea of discarding this body again.
And when he had this idea, the first thing that dealt him a devastating blow was not Lu Yun's sword, but Meng Lin inside.
The blood color faded away, and the brown eyes regained consciousness for a moment.
Tian Qing appeared in his hand, and the moment Meng Lin took back control, Tian Qing followed his movements and stabbed himself.
The self-inflicted sword completely interrupted the Ghost King's thoughts of counterattack. After suppressing Meng Lin's consciousness again, Lu Yun's sword arrived.
Lu Yun had heard the sound of the cold sword piercing flesh many times.
She could even imagine the horrific scene in her mind when her flesh and blood were torn to pieces.
But when the person under his sword was Meng Lin, Lu Yun's breathing was wrong for a moment.
Han Jiangxue penetrated Meng Lin's heart.
Blood flowed from the back of the sword blade, and the ghost king finally believed that Lu Yun was determined to kill him rather than let him have this body.
The Ghost King, who didn't want to die with this body, naturally pulled away his soul.
The dark shadows escaped into the darkness, trying to find new prey.
The drifting cold air condensed into ice, sealing the injury on Meng Lin's heart.
"Little... junior sister."
When his eyes returned, Meng Lin's usually cold face showed a little smile.
He grabbed Lu Yun's arm and smiled sadly and proudly.
"Well done," he said.
Just like the praise in childhood, the memories that always appear between life and death become real again.
Lu Yun opened her mouth with difficulty, stuffed a few pills into the other person's mouth, and then grabbed the other person's arm.
She crazily poured the power of the Bisheng Vine into Meng Lin's body, and a petal fell floating down. The green flower mark between the little Yuanying's eyebrows turned into four.
(End of chapter)
