"Broom Ghost, our current practice is hard-earned! Let me give you one final advice, don't waste your hundreds of years of practice because of an outsider!" Stone Mo Ghost crossed his arms and said expressionlessly.
"You traitor, stop talking nonsense. If you have any tricks, just come!" The Broomstick Ghost saw what the Stone Mill Ghost was thinking. He stamped his feet and stirred up a cloud of dust and smoke behind him, blocking the miserable-looking pursuers. On the road.
Some of the pursuers who described misery did not believe in evil, so they continued to chase through the dust and smoke. But as soon as these guys stepped into it, they felt their souls vibrating, and there were faint signs of being disintegrated, so they hurriedly retreated.
"General Shi..." A group of crooked melons and cracked jujubes looked ugly, neither advancing nor retreating, and looked pitifully at the Stone Mill Ghost.
When the stone mill ghost saw that Feng Pocket's path was completely protected by the broom ghost, he frowned and cursed: "You bunch of useless things, get out of my way!"
After hearing this, the group of guys retreated into the distance as if they had been granted amnesty.
"Hey, I, the Broomstick Ghost, am so virtuous and capable that I need you, General Shi, to do it myself?" The Broomstick Ghost said sarcastically when he saw the Stone Mill Ghost approaching.
"Hmph! I haven't seen you for such a long time, and my words have become much sharper... I want to see if your skills have made the same progress?" Shimogui squeezed his fist, and his eyes were on fire.
"Okay! But... wait until you can find me!" The broom ghost shouted, and he saw white scales rolling up in the dust and smoke. They were like knives, causing waves of buzzing! Then his figure gradually became illusory and disappeared from sight.
"With this little ability, I'm not worthy of letting me use all my strength..." Although the murderous intent was filled in front of him, there was no wave on the stone mill ghost's face. "Since it hasn't come back yet, let me play with you. , so that you can retreat despite the difficulties!"
After saying that, I saw the stone mill ghost standing on the spot and landed steadily in front of the broom ghost, saying in his mouth: "stone mill ghost, stone mill ghost, sit still on the ground. No matter who he is, he will cause trouble. I will watch the flowers fall in peace."
After finishing his words, the stone mill ghost sat upright, his whole body shrouded in a layer of gray-white light.
At this time, the broom ghost's magic was at its peak, almost sweeping the surrounding scenery of the Wild Ghost Village into a blur. Even though the group of wild ghosts had hid far away, they could still feel the faint feeling of tearing in their souls, suffering from torture.
On the other hand, the stone grinding ghost trapped in it seemed to be enjoying himself in the breeze.
"You don't have to be so merciful, Broomstick Ghost, do it! Let me see your true ability!" Shimogui narrowed his eyes and looked frivolous.
"Damn it!" Broomstick Ghost knew that he was no match for Stone Mill Ghost, so he naturally used all his strength. However, he still underestimated the growth rate of Shimogui, and he did not expect that his attack that exhausted all his strength would not be able to shake the latter at all.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's my turn..." The stone mill ghost finally stood up, but even though he was still being attacked in the fog, his body did not shake at all, and he just slowly closed his eyes. Eye.
"It's ridiculous to say it. I didn't expect that one day I would send you away with my own hands..." Stone Mill Ghost smiled bitterly, then with a sharp look in his eyes, he shouted: "I got you!"
He raised his fist and hit somewhere behind him, and then there was a muffled grunt. I saw the broom ghost flying upside down like a kite with its string broken, and fell into the tributary of Huangquan in the distance.
The Broomstick Ghost's fog was cast by his own movements. He suffered heavy injuries and lost control, and the spell was immediately broken, making the surrounding scene clear again.
"Go! Bring me the wind pocket!" The stone mill ghost looked gloomy and gave orders to a group of wild ghosts.
"No need to bother, Grandpa Feng is here!" Before the Stone Mill Ghost finished speaking, a gust of wind came, blowing the wild ghost on the road to stagger, making it difficult for him to move forward even half a step.
Then, the falling broom ghost suddenly became light and was lifted up by a soft wind, and was brought to the front of a bloated figure.
"Feng Pocket! How dare you come back?" When Stone Mo Gui saw the person coming, his clenched fists relaxed for a moment. He looked behind Feng Pocket, frowned and asked, "Where is that little guy?"
Feng Pocket laughed loudly when he heard this: "That boy has returned to Fengdu. If you still want to insist on asking for someone, go and ask for it in person!"
Stone Mo Ghost frowned: "Feng Pocket, don't play tricks with me! If you know what's going on, bring that kid to me quickly, otherwise... none of you will be able to leave today!"
"Young Master Shi, Young Master Shi, you are so disappointing! Fortunately, my eldest brother insisted on protecting you back then. I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing each other, your heart would be as cold as if you had passed through your original form." Feng Pocket's voice also said. He became colder, "Now that it's over, what else is there to say! The wind is blowing!"
As soon as Feng Qiang finished speaking, strong winds began to blow up, roaring towards the stone grinding ghost! The few dead trees with crooked necks in front of the Wild Ghost Village were uprooted and turned into several strange birds with claws and teeth and a group of wild ghosts flying overhead.
However, amidst the flying sand and rocks, there is a figure that is motionless. There is no doubt that it is the Stone Grinding Ghost.
"Wind Pocket! Why are you back?" The broom ghost was almost knocked out by the punch, but he finally calmed down and blamed himself.
"With your little ability, you are no match for this youngest Shi! I can't bear to leave you to die in vain!" Feng Pocket said with a smile.
"Feng Pocket, you underestimate me too much!" The broom ghost scolded with a smile, "If we can leave alive today, I will definitely compete with you again!"
"It's a deal!" Feng Qiao stretched out his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan and struck the broom ghost together.
"You two are so elegant..." Just as the two were comforting each other, a cold voice suddenly sounded, "It's a pity that you have no chance..."
"Don't be so arrogant...well..." Feng Qiao heard a voice ringing in his ear, and his face froze! He knew that his strong wind could not stop the stone mill ghost from advancing, but he did not expect that the latter would come so quickly! Without any precautions, like the Broomstick Ghost before, he was punched out by the Stone Mill Ghost and knocked to the ground.
"Wind Pocket!" Broomstick Ghost had just tasted Stone Mill Ghost's fist, and he exclaimed and rushed to Feng Pocket's side.
"I didn't expect this guy to be so strong..." Feng Pocket originally planned to buy some time for Wu Fan to leave, but at this time, his eyes were filled with despair and confusion. Seeing the figure of the Stone Grinding Ghost slowly approaching, Feng Pocket could only murmur: "Is it really...that's the end of it?"
"Stop!" Just when the stone mill ghost came to the two of them with a gloomy look, a loud shout suddenly rang out from a distance. Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket looked back and felt all kinds of complicated emotions welling up in their hearts at the same time.
"Let them go! The person you want is me! It has nothing to do with them!" The person who came was none other than Wu Fan. Although he was not fast on his two legs, he arrived in time.
"Little brother Wufan! You...what are you doing back here?" Feng Qiao looked depressed. He didn't expect that all his efforts would be in vain in the end.
"You two were involved because of me. If something bad happens to you because of this, how can I have the face to see the teacup ghost? How can I have the face to survive?" Wu Fan said seriously: "Since this matter is only because of me, then I should end it because of me! Shimogui! I hope what you said before still stands!"
Shimogui looked Wu Fan up and down, and sneered: "Of course!" Then he glanced at the two people next to him, "You two can go!"
"Stonemill Ghost... do you think everyone is like you? Are you the one who betrays his friends for glory?" Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket supported each other and stood up with difficulty, "Brother Teacup Ghost told me that his business is mine. thing…"
With that said, the two bowed to Wu Fan and continued: "And since little brother can risk his life to protect my two demons, how can we turn around and leave to save our lives!"
"A group of ignorant people..." The stone grinding ghost's face suddenly turned ferocious, "Since it is you who are ignorant, then don't blame me for not cherishing our old friendship!"
With a low roar, the stone mill ghost's body suddenly swelled up, and then turned into two millstones, about to grind the three people in front of him into powder.
Before the two millstones could reach him, Wu Fan felt a strong sense of oppression that made it almost impossible for him to breathe! He could even hear his muscles and bones creaking, as if they were about to fall apart!
Just when Wu Fan couldn't hold on anymore and was about to use his life-saving support, he heard a series of strange breathing sounds coming from the distance.
"Hey...you have a good friendship, so there is no need to be so heartless...just leave this matter to me!"
As soon as these words rang out, the two millstones in front of them came together and turned into stone mill ghosts again.
Shimogui took a deep breath and hurriedly bowed in the air: "Village Chief, why are you here..."
Wu Fan managed to save his life and gasped for breath. Hearing what the stone mill ghost said, he was also a little curious, and thought to himself: "This wild ghost village also has a village chief?" While thinking this, he looked up and saw a red shadow falling from his head.
Taking a closer look, the first thing that appeared in front of me was a majestic red horse with a strong posture. Its hair was shiny and smooth, and its luster was discernible. When it took steps, its muscles surged; when it breathed, the tip of its nose was on fire. Especially since it had one more horn than the horses I had seen in the mortal world, it was no ordinary creature at first glance.
Seeing that this horse was well maintained, Wu Fan couldn't help but secretly sighed, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this guy looked familiar.
"Ouch!" Suddenly, Wu Fan suddenly felt excited. He remembered that when he first entered Fengdu, he had seen a strong red man leading a horse. Could it be that that man was the village chief of this wild ghost village?
But he looked left and right, up and down, and saw no other figure. He only saw the group of bay-red horses in front of him pacing slowly while looking at him up and down, which made Wu Fan feel uncomfortable all over.
"Hey... I heard that someone is coming to clean up the Wild Ghost Village. I came to take a look when I had nothing to do... I guess the person responsible for cleaning up is this guy!" After looking at it, the bay-red horse raised his head and said to the gargoyle.
Wu Fan's eyes widened when he heard this. He thought that the village chief was inconvenient to see people, so he hid his figure. Only at this moment did he realize that the bay-red horse in front of him was the village chief mentioned by the stone mill ghost!
When the old immortal saw this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Dear me! Is there no one in this ghost world? How can you let a horse become the village chief of the wild ghost village? The old immortal thinks... I can do it. ah!"
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