Song Yin went out first, and the other two had no choice but to follow.
They dared not leave their senior brother too far away. If this place was a den of evil, they would die if they left their senior brother.
Surrounded by darkness, the only thing they could follow was the white flame on their senior brother's finger.
Zhang Feixuan only felt his body was chilled. He hugged his body, as if he had entered an ice coffin. His teeth were chattering from the cold. He couldn't help but say, "Brother, why not make it brighter?"
"Yes, senior brother, I feel very cold." Wang Qizhen also said.
Song Yin looked around and shook his head slightly: "It's not the right time yet. These people... can't stand my anger."
Can't stand it
Is there anyone around
The two looked around, but could not see anything in the darkness.
They could only follow Song Yin all the way to the candlelight in front. Their speed was not slow, and they caught up almost as the candlelight stopped.
The old man stood at the entrance of the village where he had invited them in. When he saw the three people coming up, he glared at them and said, "Didn't I tell you not to come out?"
"Old man, you are a mere mortal who dares to go forward alone, so how can we, as cultivators, be afraid?"
Song Yin stood beside the old man and stared into the darkness ahead. "Let me see what that is."
The old man's expression calmed down again, and he said calmly, "This is my last warning to you. If you die... don't blame me."
call!
As soon as he finished speaking, a chilly wind blew up from the darkness, and the cool air blew over several people, causing their robes to sway.
In the eyes of Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen, something seemed to appear in the gloomy wind, wriggling and deforming in the darkness, like a shapeless object.
The amorphous object seemed to become a little shorter, and no one knew what it was doing. Then, in front of it, a pile of things like small hills appeared.
The candlelight and the white flames dimly illuminated the front, allowing the two to see the shape of the hill clearly.
That was the red, appetizing dried meat that the old man had taken out before, now piled up in a large ball.
Then, the amorphous object grew taller and then stopped for a while, as if it had discovered something.
call!
In the darkness, the wind grew stronger and even made a sound, as if it was roaring.
At this moment, the old man took a step forward, stood in front of the three people, and said in a deep voice: "I have received the things, you can go!"
call!!
The wind became stronger and the figure's body tensed up, as if he was about to attack at the next moment.
In the cold wind, Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen felt that they could not breathe. The chill that penetrated their bodies began to creep up from the surface of their bodies to their hearts. They couldn't even make a sound when they wanted to call for help.
"Ah..." The old man just sighed at this time.
"Evil demon, how dare you do evil in front of me!"
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard, and Song Yin's eyes shone with divine light, like two beams of light. His shout stirred up white mist and spread forward.
After Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi shouted, they felt their bodies lighten and the cold feeling disappeared.
The white mist seemed to be glowing, and as it spread forward from around Song Yin, it illuminated the darkness near the village entrance and also illuminated the appearance of this thing.
The creature's skin color almost blended into the darkness, with a hint of red and purple. It had disheveled hair and a strong body, and was much taller than Wang Qizhen.
Its clothes were very tattered and mixed with a lot of dirt, as if it had just crawled out of a pile of dead bodies. Its bare toes looked like animal claws, but its hands were clean.
The white mist was like the wind, blowing its clothes and hair, but no matter how the hair swung, its face could not be seen, as if the hair was the face.
"It's really a ghost!" Wang Qizhen took a breath of cold air.
"It's still a big ghost that can form a ghost den."
Zhang Feixuan swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling a little: "I have encountered a similar one before, it was a well ghost, also with a ghost cave, the aura is similar to this thing, there is no doubt about it!"
"Then why aren't you dead yet?"
"Isn't that far away..."
Zhang Feixuan was in a dilemma. He wanted to retreat, but there was darkness behind him. He felt that something bad might happen if he retreated. But he didn't want to retreat because the big ghost was too close and he was afraid of being eaten by it.
Why is it so difficult to get out of the mountain this time than ever before
Wang Qizhen thought the same thing, "Brother, kill it quickly, it's too scary!"
Song Yin's eyes were full of light at this moment. He glanced at the pile of dried meat with disgust, and then said to the old man, "Is this what you rely on?"
"You are all right..."
The old man was surprised for a moment, then thought of something and subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab Song Yin, but when his fingers were about to touch Song Yin's body, he noticed something and stopped there.
"If you're alright, go back quickly. It won't come into the house. Otherwise, you won't know how you died!" the old man said anxiously.
Bang!
In response to him, it was Song Yin's fist. He punched out suddenly, and a beam of white light blasted out from his fist. The huge white light was like a meteor, quickly passing through the darkness and blasting the ghost into nothingness.
This time, the old man's eyes were filled with horror, and he subconsciously looked towards the village.
But soon, the ghosts in the darkness gathered again, and their disheveled faces protruded forward, howling in the cold wind. However, Song Yin stood at the entrance of the village like a door god, and the cold wind couldn't even get close to it, let alone blow into the village.
Song Yin frowned and punched out again. Also a beam of white light was shot out, which once again obliterated the ghost's figure. But again, the ghost condensed its figure in the darkness.
"My power is specifically designed to defeat evil spirits. I wonder how long you can hold out!"
Song Yin snorted coldly, without moving, but punched out white light one after another, destroying the ghost again and again. Then the ghost condensed its body in the darkness again and again, and the two of them continued to fight against each other in this little bit.
This seemingly powerful ghost could only be crushed like a mayfly under Song Yin's fist, and it disappeared again and again.
No matter how thick the darkness was, it seemed to gradually fade under the constant bombardment of white light, allowing others to see the darkness a little more clearly.
Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi were completely relaxed. This ghost thing really couldn't beat the eldest brother.
only...
"Brother, why don't you use the Dao Fire? Hasn't he already reached the fifth level? Hasn't the Dao aura undergone a transformation?"
"If you ask me, who should I ask?" Wang Qizhen rolled his eyes.
The darkness faded, and seemed to reflect the body of the ghost. After being blasted apart, it condensed its body again, but this time it was not as powerful as before. Its body had obviously shrunk and became hunched. Its chest kept rising and falling, as if it was gasping for breath.
Then, Song Yin punched it with a white light and blew it apart.
But no matter what, it always managed to concentrate its body, neither retreating nor attacking, as if it was waiting for something.
But as the punches continued, its body seemed to become more and more hunched, and the darkness became fainter, almost becoming the same night as the starry night above.
The old man was trembling all over at this time. When he saw Song Yin raising his fist again, he suddenly knelt on the ground and begged, "Don't hit me anymore, don't hit me anymore! Immortal, don't hit me anymore!"
As he said this, he turned to look at the ghost and shouted, "Son! Just go away and don't suffer so much anymore!"
The ghost seemed to glance at the old man, then lowered its head and rushed towards the location of the dried meat. Its whole body trembled, and it whistled with a cold wind, as if it was roaring unwillingly.