The old woman's back was arched high, as if she was severely hunchbacked. On the arched spine, sharp bone spurs protruded from the skin, and the bloody, disgusting face full of maggots raised her head. , looked at Zhuo Wen resentfully. wavv

Zhuo Wen's eyes were serious, he didn't know what this ghost thing was, but he could feel a strong sense of crisis in it.

"Go up and talk later!"

Zhuowen didn't want to get entangled with this ghost, so he stepped on the ground with his right foot and swept towards the upper exit.

However, when he just arrived at the exit, countless dense gray hairs appeared at the exit of the fire camp.

These hairs were densely intertwined, forming an impenetrable barrier, completely blocking the exit of the fire camp.

Originally, the inside of the fire camp was very dark. Once these weird hairs were covered, the whole fire camp was pitch black.

Moreover, the inside of the fire camp is also very strange, the spiritual sense is very restricted, and Zhuo Wen's spiritual sense can only detect the area around Zhang Xu around him.

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, there was a strange noise around Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen knew that the ghost had attacked him.

Tear!

Zhuo Wen barely avoided the blow, but a huge gash was cut in his chest, and blood gushed out.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wen's resilience is amazing, although the hole was big, but after a while, most of it has recovered.

"Ghost, do you think this can trap me?"

The coldness in Zhuo Wen's eyes grew stronger, and a blazing purple-gold light burst out between his brows.

Then, purple-gold sword intents of the soul swept out from between his eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword intents of the soul were sacrificed by him.

In the originally dark surroundings, many places were shrouded in purple-gold rays of light, and Zhuo Wen finally saw clearly that besides the burning residues at the bottom of the fire camp, there were piles of corpses...

Zhuo Wen looked at those corpses piled up like a mountain, and his expression was not very good. It seemed that the fire camp was a trap, and the red flame of fire was a bait.

And these corpses are probably the monks from the big hunting in the past. They broke into this place and were attracted by the red blood flames into the fire camp, but they couldn't get out again and became one of the many corpses.

Whoosh!

Among the corpses piled up like a mountain, a black shadow rushed towards him quickly, like a ghost, its whereabouts were invisible and invisible, and its specific traces could not be caught at all.

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow appeared in front of Zhuo Wen's eyes, and Zhuo Wen finally saw clearly that it was a face dripping with blood, which was that weird ghost just now.

As soon as the hideous ghost appeared in front of Zhuowen, it opened its scarlet mouth, and poisonous snakes spewed out, rushing toward Zhuowen.

At the same time, Ghost's limbs quickly grabbed Zhuo Wen's body from both sides, trying to hug Zhuowen tightly in a hugging posture, while Ghost's limbs were covered with sharp white claws .

If Zhuo Wen was really hugged by this ghost thing, he would definitely be caught with several blood holes by those limbs.

Zhuowen's expression was indifferent, and he didn't panic at all when the ghost approached Zhuowen quickly. When the ghost completely approached Zhuowen, the surrounding gods and swords finally moved, covering the ghost like rain.

Zhuo Wen originally thought that among so many spirits and sword intents, this ghost thing should be about to lose its soul.

But what shocked him was that the hundreds of soul sword intents covering the ghost were shattered one by one. When the last soul sword intent was shattered, the ghost continued to rush towards Zhuo Wen with a piercing scream. Bright red saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, this ghost thing was bombarded with Zhuo Wen fiercely.

"It's so cold!"

Zhuo Wen clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist, and punched out fiercely, hitting the ghost's right paw. He immediately felt extremely cold, and the surface of his fist was covered with thick frost.

The ghost was forced back by Zhuowen's punch, and landed not far away. His limbs landed on the ground and flicked again, rushing towards Zhuowen even faster, as if never tired.

Zhuowen's complexion became unsightly. The origin of this ghost is unknown, but its strength is unexpectedly strong. Zhuowen's superficial means have been forced out, since it still only has a slight upper hand.

Zhuo Wen didn't keep his hand anymore, and sacrificed his own natal lone star, only to see the stars break out of the ground one by one, surround his body, and spin rapidly.

At the same time, he held his right hand in the air, and a divine sword glowing with three kinds of light, purple, gold and black, appeared in his palm. It was the Holy Sword of Taiyou.

bang bang bang!

The moment Zhuo Wen just took out the Taiyou Holy Sword, a series of explosion sounds sounded behind him, it was the sound of stars being exploded.

I saw that ghost thing was breaking through the defense formed by many stars, and rushed towards Zhuowen who was surrounded by countless stars, and its sharp cry continued to resound in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, all the stars on Zhuowen's back were crushed, and that ghost thing approached Zhuowen's back, with its mouth wide open, saliva splashing, and biting towards Zhuowen. JrNovels.com