"Walk!"
Chiyang stepped forward quickly, using his two swords to open the way. For a moment, the group of ghosts cleared the way, and no one dared to step forward to block the way.
The horse-faced old ghost followed behind, not daring to get too close to Chiyang, but also unwilling to be thrown too far away. He was always seven or eight steps away.
Jiang Chen noticed that the physical skills of the ghost attached to him were quite good. His feet were light and windy, and his breathing was steady and powerful. He was also a very rare master.
His heart moved, and he silently understood the ghost's breathing rhythm and method of exerting energy.
Jiang Chen had been taught by martial arts masters before, but he was born with a weak body and insufficient energy and blood, so he was unable to break through to the second level of "sloughing". Many masters in the Dawn Hunting Group were at a loss to do anything about it, so they taught him some methods of "conquering strength with softness" and "using softness to overcome strength". The technique of "weak against strong" is just better than nothing.
On the contrary, the horse-faced evil ghost that occupied his body was able to adapt to local conditions and fully utilize the potential of his body, effortlessly keeping up with the speed of Chi Yang, who was in the sixth-level "Blood Moving" realm.
The two of them ran for a cup of tea, and calculated that the journey should have been more than ten miles, but they were still wandering in the garden. This makes them have to suspect that they have fallen into the maze of "ghosts beating the wall".
Chi Yang realized that running around like a headless fly was not an option. He remembered that Jiang Chen was very good at tracking and finding paths, so he turned around and asked, "Xiao Jiang, do you still remember the road?"
Jiang Chen naturally remembered.
Although the entire garden was arranged into a maze, it could only deceive a martial artist like Chi Yang. It was not a difficulty for the god-refining monk Jiang Chen who had mastered the "Trace of the Void".
However, "Jiang Chen" only opened his mouth, but what he said was something else: "People have deceived the secrets here, reversed cause and effect, and cut off the way out! The people who set up the formation are far better than me in cultivation, and we have no way out. But let’s go!”
Chi Yang snorted: "Don't say such depressing words. At worst, we'll demolish this garden and see what can trap me!"
"Don't worry, let's take a look around first, maybe we can find some clues."
The so-called ghosts are like this. They first threaten you with false words, and then persuade you with false intentions, in order to soften your will. As long as you show a hint of weakness, you will give them an opportunity to take advantage of you.
Chi Yang looked around and saw that the paths around were very complicated, overgrown with weeds, and strange flowers were entangled and creeping, which was not like the atmosphere of the human world.
This scene is completely different from the previous garden scene, making people wonder whether they have strayed off the road and arrived at the entrance to the netherworld.
"This place..."
Chiyang frowned, suddenly raised his right arm, and with a wave of his hand, he gathered a huge bloody sword energy and slashed it down to the ground.
The earth rumbled and trembled violently, withered trees bursting and grass clippings flying. The entire world seemed to be shaking.
In the aftermath of the earthquake, Jiang Chen, who was behind him, could hardly stand still.
Among the debris of grass and trees flying all over the sky, the horse-faced old ghost looked at the tall body of Chiyang Zang in front of him, as if he were seeing a demon god. His face turned pale with fear, and his squirming lips seemed to have many words of persuasion, but he could not say them out of fear. Voice.
At this moment, Jiang Chen's consciousness suddenly found that he had regained control of his body - the horse-faced old ghost was so frightened by the power of the sword that he cowered. This was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for Jiang Chen!
He immediately moved his legs and ran towards Chiyang. At the same time, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Be careful about me——"
Halfway through the words, his consciousness was stripped away again. He only had time to make the last movement before his body was taken over by the ghost. He made a sudden stop under his feet, but was tripped by his other leg. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Great, half the battle is won!
At that last moment, he successfully tripped himself!
Even if you can't come into contact with Chiyang, you still have to attract Chiyang's attention and create the next opportunity for yourself.
"Xiaojiang?" Chiyang came over doubtfully and stretched out his hand to help.
Jiang Chen waited nervously for this moment.
As long as there is direct contact with Chiyang, the extremely masculine blood will definitely reveal the true form of the ghost, and even the soul will fly away.
Jiang Chen heard "himself" swallowing saliva again.
Facing Chi Yang's gaze, Jiang Chen's body trembled instinctively.
But the possessed ghost quickly suppressed his fear, raised his right hand and waved it vigorously, and said in a dry voice: "It's okay, don't underestimate me!"
"There seems to be something wrong with your face..."
"Are you satisfied after staying in this damn place for so long?" The horse-faced old ghost said with an impatient expression, "Leave me alone and find a way quickly, otherwise you will have to spend the night here!"
Chiyang groaned, retracted his arm and looked to the other side.
Feeling the flame-like aura gradually moving away, the horse-faced old ghost let out a long sigh of relief, while Jiang Chen cursed in his inner consciousness.
Chiyang looked up at the dark sky, only to see the gloomy black haze and thick fog, making it impossible to distinguish the east, west, north and south.
He pondered for a moment, swung his sword again, and struck a horizontal blow on the ravine he had just cut on the ground. The crossed horizontal and vertical lines formed a cross, which was also like a simple arrow.
"Let's go in this direction." Chiyang pointed his sword into the darkness, "I will leave marks along the road to see if I can get out of this "ghost against the wall"! "
"Good idea!" The horse-faced old ghost gave a thumbs up, but his eyes were moving around.
This idea is to break the situation with brute force, and only someone as powerful as Chiyang can implement it.
An ordinary martial artist cannot cut such a deep ravine with one sword. Even if he carves a mark, it will soon be covered up by the monster flowers and ghosts in the garden.
Chiyang's sword marks, on the other hand, left a strong evil aura, which was difficult for ghosts to approach and could not be concealed. It was the most reliable road sign. There are too many road signs, and the maze will break down without attack.
After choosing a direction, the two started on their way.
Perhaps the ghosts also felt that this maze could no longer trap Chi Yang, so they gave up their obstruction.
This time, we didn't go far, and our vision suddenly opened up. We came to an open area and saw a pavilion that was different from before.
There are already many people in the pavilion, sitting or lying down, as if they are resting inside.
Chiyang looked at them one by one and was surprised to find a familiar face among them.
"Song Qi!"
As soon as Chi Yang's voice opened, it was like thunder out of thin air in the silent night, immediately waking up all the people resting in the pavilion.
Several people dressed as monks and Taoist priests began to curse.
"Which bastard who gave birth to a son without an asshole is yelling? Didn't you see Master Dao sleeping?"
"Bad luck! Buddha has not slept for three days and three nights. He finally took a nap..."
But when they rubbed their sleepy eyes and saw the person clearly, their expressions immediately changed and they exclaimed: "Hero Chiyang!"
"My grandma! It's really Chiyang!"
"Great, it's saved!"
The appearance of Chiyang brought cheers, and several monks clasped their hands together and thanked the Buddha endlessly.
"Lao Chi, you're finally here!" A hunter in tattered clothes stood up holding on to the railing, with a joyful smile on his face, "Just the three of you? Where is the chief, did he come with you?"
His words made Chi Yang and Jiang Chen both stunned - there were obviously only two people coming, why did he say there were three?
Where is the extra one?
