The horse-faced demon was now filled with astonishment. He did not answer, but kept muttering:
"Are you really Shen Luo? Impossible, impossible... How could you appear here? How could you still be alive?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Shen Luo was really shocked by his nonsensical words and scolded him.
“Hurry… hurry and put me down, I have something to tell you!” The horse-faced demon finally came to his senses and shouted excitedly.
After a slight hesitation, Shen Luo felt that the horse-faced ghost posed no threat at all. He immediately started to circulate the magic power in his body, flowing along his meridians into the pistol in his hand.
As a circle of flames suddenly rose from the pistol, he discovered that the magic power in his dantian was quite sufficient, obviously maintaining the state of his previous practice of the third level of the nameless heavenly book.
He took a step forward, raised his pistol and stabbed it hard at the black rope tied to the horse-faced ghost. A layer of flames slashed upwards like a knife and cut the black rope.
The horse-faced demon fell from the bronze pillar, staggered and knelt on one knee on the ground, with the white mane behind his head spread out.
As soon as it raised its head, the tip of a rifle was pressed against its forehead.
"Tell me, how do you know me?" Shen Luo shouted harshly.
The horse-faced ghost had a strange expression on his face. When he was about to speak, the altar beneath him suddenly began to vibrate violently. The rhythm was as if some huge monster was moving towards here.
On the nearby tombs of white bones, green ghost flames also flickered and trembled.
Shen Luo only felt that his mind was constantly shaking along with the altar under his feet. He didn't know what was happening when he suddenly felt a chill on his back and felt a little panic for no reason.
Then, he heard bursts of shouts of "Black Mountain, Black Mountain" coming from the direction of the vibration. The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, somewhat ethereal and uncertain. Sometimes it sounded like one person shouting, and sometimes like thousands of people calling. It was really indescribable and weird.
"Oh no, it's the Black Mountain Demon!" The horse-faced ghost pushed himself up from the ground with one arm and screamed in surprise.
Shen Luo didn't have the energy to interrogate the horse-faced ghost anymore. He raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. He saw a huge dark mountain vaguely emerging in the direction where the vibration came from in the distance.
Even though he didn't know what kind of monster the "Black Mountain Old Demon" was, just looking at the current situation, he knew that it was definitely not easy to deal with. So he hurriedly picked up all the pistols on the ground and put them behind his back, turned around and trotted for a while, jumped off the altar, and planned to get away from this place as soon as possible.
"Hey, Shen Luo, wait for me..." The horse-faced ghost shouted, jumped off the altar and chased after him.
Shen Luo ignored the horse-faced monster and just ran forward.
The man and the ghost ran wildly in the opposite direction of the "Black Mountain Old Demon", one after the other.
However, before they ran far, Shen Luo heard the sound of howling wind behind him. He couldn't help but look back, and his heart suddenly shuddered.
The yellow cloud above the altar suddenly surged rapidly, and a huge, distorted ghost face appeared in it.