Chapter 379

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the late night fog envelops the silent mountain village. The moon occasionally appears from the thick black clouds, and the light moonlight shines on the ground, adding a bit of cold and gloomy.

All of a sudden, Xiao Qian cried nervously, "sister, here we are."

All around the air suddenly condenses down, with a gloomy cool wind blowing through Yang Zimei's skin, and his hair is sensitive to stand up, and his back is slightly cold.

The dust on Yuqing's hand is also slightly trembling

Yang Zimei and Yuqing looked at each other and flashed behind the big trees on both sides.

In front of that muddy curved path, slowly came a man.

He is very thin and tall, with a big hat covering his face, wearing a black robe, leaning on a black skeleton walking stick. Under the wind of the night, he is like a scarecrow, swinging slightly and hunting.

Behind him, he followed the poisonous snakes, centipedes, toads, spiders and scorpions in five ways, jumping, crawling, sliding, orderly and without any confusion.

In the back, there was also a baby with a bloody head falling down. From time to time, he jumped onto the man's shoulder, and from time to time, he made a naughty sound, which sounded extremely immature, but in the night, it seemed extremely strange giggling.

Yang Zimei looked at him with the eye of heaven --

the evil spirit on him was ten times more thick and black than Miluo, and even strange blood black!

This person, how many people must be killed and how many evils will he commit?

Yang Zimei's fist clenched slightly.

The small iron tower on the hand also felt her emotion, in slightly sends out the throbbing sound, seems to be very excited appearance.

Yes, this small iron tower is abnormal. The more it is, the more it likes it.

But can it bear the evil spirit of this ghost descending master this time?

Jumping in front of him, the blood ghost descending seemed to feel something. He suddenly stopped floating and jumped on the ghost descending master's shoulder. His young and strange face became very dignified, and the dozens of small braids tied with red silk ropes on his head stood up.

The ghost descending master GABA felt the change of his own blood ghost descending, and stopped moving forward.

The five poisons that followed suddenly stopped and became a little disordered. However, it seemed that someone was commanding them, and they arranged the order in an instant, just like soldiers in full gear.

The skull on the crutch on GABA's hand was rustling -

his one eye, which was hidden under his hat, was slightly squinting

"Go --"

his throat made a metallic rasping sound.

The baby blood ghost got the order, and immediately floated forward, and the target floated to the Taoist priest Yuqing who was hiding behind the big tree.

Yang Zimei frowned slightly. They had been waiting for the ghost descending division to enter the array they had arranged. Who knows, they found out in advance that the ghost descending division was still outside the array.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck --"

the blood ghost sent out bursts of laughter, and from time to time, with a strong evil spirit, attacked Yuqing.

Yu Qingnian used the pithy formula, and the white silk on his hand was like a steel wire. It swept away the blood ghost ---

his brush dust was the biggest magic weapon inherited by his ancestors, and it was extremely powerful against the evil spirits.

But the blood ghost was not afraid of the attack of the dust. Suddenly, like a top, it whirled around Yuqing, giggling and expanding infinitely in the night. It was extremely creepy

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