When a group of defeated soldiers came to Stone Forest, the place had become very lively.

The ghosts gathered from all directions, with strange shapes, clusters here and there.

"With so many ghosts, how can one living soul be enough?"

The defeated soldiers were chirping, complaining that there were more wolves and less meat.

The leader of the defeated soldiers shook his head and said, "You also know that if something good happens, it will be our turn?"

"The girl holding the mirror has encountered a hard nut to crack. Didn't you see she called so many helpers?"

Suddenly, he stopped and was shocked.

"Ah, why is he here? I knew the girl holding the mirror had bad intentions."

The leader of the defeated soldiers sighed when he saw the ghost talking to the girl holding the mirror.

A classmate asked curiously, "Brother, who is he?"

"He's not a big shot, he's just a arrogant ghost hero. He's usually afraid of the king's authority and keeps his tail between his legs."

"Now, when the Ghost King of Guanzhong comes to fight, he also takes the opportunity to get angry."

I have to say that that ghost hero is really good. He has a neat army of soldiers and horses under his command, which is different from other lonely ghosts.

To be precise, with this ghost's strength, he is a little warlord of the underworld who survives in the cracks.

In the past, women holding mirrors would not look at him seriously, but now, it is the biggest help.

"Dan Xiong, as a ghost hero, shouldn't you be afraid of a mere living soul?"

The girl holding the mirror looked sideways at the other person, her eyes moving like waves. She was among the ghosts, but she behaved as usual.

The ghost hero on the opposite side has a thorny beard, is three feet tall, carries a steel whip, and is as black as charcoal.

He chuckled, "Girl holding the mirror, let's not mention this for now."

"Your good partner Feitouman, in the underworld some time ago, invaded the blessed land of the underworld, and the black water swept everywhere."

"As a result, Yang Shi was defeated, his soul was scattered, and he couldn't even survive as a ghost."

"You are all from the lineage of the Garuda kings, and the situation is not very good now!"

The girl holding the mirror raised her brows, "What does this have to do with you? You are a little brat and a role that cannot be put on the stage. Why do you care about this?"

"I know that a broken ship is going to sink, but I won't be stupid enough to step on it."

Guixiong Danxiong pointed not far away, "Where do you want your thoughts to go?"

The girl holding the mirror made no attempt to hide it, "Yes, there is an enemy in the upper world. I will tear his soul out of his body and take him to the underworld for destruction."

"There are many untruths in what you said."

Danxiong heheyran, "I am a living soul, but you are not."

The girl holding the mirror was heartbroken. As a ghost hero, this Danxiong was by no means an ordinary person. Under his seemingly rough appearance, he hid such a secretive mind. Read the book

After just a few words of conversation, he pried into her details.

"You really think I can't tell that your body is dead."

"What kind of enemy can survive after your physical death?"

Dan Neng expressed his conclusion, "If you can't fight him, then come to me for help!"

The girl holding the mirror heard the commotion around her and knew she couldn't let him continue talking, so she immediately turned over the snake mirror.

Whispering, the stream of light rises, like a fish swimming in the water, as fast as a shuttle, covering Dan Xiong in all directions in the blink of an eye.

The ghost hero narrowed his eyes, moved the steel whip on his shoulder, and turned into a black dragon with billowing smoke.

The black dragon knocked away all the mirror lights in one breath, and fell into the hands of Dan Xiong with the same steel whip.

"Girl holding the mirror, you attack when you are angry. You are too impatient."

The girl holding the mirror said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, don't even think about using your words to catch me."

"You also know that the king was completely defeated, and I am also a bereaved dog with nothing."

"If you want to ask for benefits from me, don't worry. If you have nothing to do and want to eat raw souls, you can have them over there."

Seeing her acting like this, Dan Xiong had nothing to do.

"Girl holding the mirror, you wait, I will capture the soul and come back, and then torture it in front of you."

Dan Xiong chuckled, "There must have been many interesting things happening between you and him."

Say it!

He raised his steel whip and pointed it in the direction of Zhong Sheng, "Young men, kill over there."

The underworld is lifeless, but it cannot hide the fresh breath of the living soul.

In the eyes of many ghosts, the location where Zhong Sheng was located exuded an alluring fragrance that made them unable to hold back.

Gui Xiong gave the order, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves roaring suddenly sounded in the stone forest, and the sound shook all directions.

"I don't know whether to live or die."

The girl holding the mirror looked on coldly, thinking silently in her heart.

The opponent has the ghost king in his service, and I don’t know what kind of trump card he is hiding. The ordinary soldiers and ghosts can’t do anything about it.

Only a ghost hero of Danxiong's level can defeat him.

"Dan Xiong, let me let you be wild for a moment, and I will let you know how powerful my aunt is later."

The defeated soldiers on the side looked at the group of ghosts firing in unison, like a torrent, almost colliding with them and falling to the ground.

Several companions hurriedly asked, "Brother, what should we do?"

Before the results were discussed, someone noticed them.

Dan Xiong narrowed his eyes and pointed, his fingertips facing the group of defeated soldiers, "It looks like they are the defeated soldiers from the battle between the two kings. You went over to collect them."

The confidant next to him nodded, "The general is wise."

Although this group of defeated soldiers was in a sorry state, they had knives and guns. They had been in battle and had seen blood.

After a while, Dan Xiong’s team showed up again.

Zhong Sheng touched the center of his brows with his fingertips, and his raised eyes were closed into slits, perhaps out of fatigue.

When you touch it, it feels like a newly healed wound, leaving only a thin mark.

He groped to the side and came across a pair of long, slanted horns on both sides of his forehead.

I don’t have a mirror at hand, so I can’t see what I look like at this moment. How much does it look like a human, and how much does it look like a ghost?

By the way, now is not the time to ponder this.

The girl holding the mirror is also a local snake in the underworld, and she actually invited so many soldiers and generals to come and embarrass him.

Even though Zhong Sheng is now bare-handed, he dares to boast that he will kill as many as these lonely ghosts come.

When I think of the heroic spirit of killing ghosts in the ghost city of the Wild Ghost King, it was like chopping melons and vegetables.

Zhong Sheng's blood boiled in his body, and he subconsciously exerted force, holding the corner of his head and making a 'pop' sound.

Folded, folded?

Zhong Sheng hurriedly raised his hand to press the broken corner back, but also wanted to see if there was any bleeding.

After a lot of fuss...

Zhong Sheng looked at the broken corner in his palm and clenched it with his five fingers. It seemed to fit his hand well, like a natural handle.

His heart moved, and he pinched the broken horn to exert force.

Brush!

Gray particles sprang out from the tip of the corner, suspended and surrounding, condensing under the restraint of some kind of force.

Like smoke, like clouds, like fog and mist!

In the blink of an eye, the gray particles sprayed out from the broken corner condensed into a long and narrow scimitar.

At the transition between the blade and the broken horn of the handshake, a ghost-headed swallowing mouth grows.

Zhong Sheng was used to using broad-bladed and heavy ancient swords, but now he was switching to a long, narrow and light scimitar, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

After waving twice, his eyes lit up.

When the blade passed by, he suddenly felt a huge force without exerting force, and the speed became faster and faster, almost making him unable to control it.

"It's a good knife, but I don't know how sharp it is?"

This idea just came up.

Dust was billowing across the street, and a large group of ghosts shouting and killing had arrived.
Chapter completed!