Waterdrop Survival: I can see the prompt

If anyone can know more about ghosts, the ghost gate led by the old ghost is the first, and no one dares to say the second.

There were only more than 30 people who attacked this pass, all of them held soul-calling banners in their hands.

Affected by the summoning banner, the low-level ghost soldiers were already unable to move, and those who could resist were also ghost generals, and their movements were also much slower.

The old ghost has lost an arm.

Nether Qi wrapped around his severed arm, forming a tentacles.

Fang Bai approached silently behind him.

Only the old ghost's subordinates were fighting, and the old ghost was still trying to control the soul-calling banner, trying to collect the souls of these ghost soldiers into the soul-calling banner.

For his own safety, he released the original dead souls in Banzhong and formed a formation around him.

Fang Bai has seen all these, and it is precisely because of these dead souls that he can't get close to the old ghost during the battle in the Sword Academy.

But now, in Fang Bai's view, these things are already too simple.

As soon as he approached, these souls dared not move, let alone attack him.

The sword energy was condensed on the sword body, and Fang Bai gathered it without sending it out. This maximized the attack and directly stabbed the old ghost in the back.

The abnormality of the dead soul made the old ghost aware of the abnormality. He also had to climb the rivers and lakes for many years and fought many life and death to get this status.

When Fang Bai's sword was about to touch his body, he bent down and rolled forward, dodging Fang Bai's attack.

This speed was still slow in Fang Bai's eyes.

Before he had time to get up, Fang Bai's second sword move had already been used, and the sword had already reached his chest, so he could only roll sideways, avoiding the vital parts.

"Crack!"

The blade brushed his arm, and the remaining arm fell away from his body.

Fang Bai remembered that a little blood flowed out of his body last time, but this time, not a single drop of blood flowed out from the wound.

[Level suppression, damage 3000! 】

This time the old ghost actually had a blood bar, he was just a superior ghost king, this blow cut off one-fifth of his blood bar.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Nether Qi gushed out from the old ghost's new wound, tangled and became a new tentacles.

As if he didn't hear his begging for mercy, Fang Bai still approached slowly with his sword in hand.

Fang Bai sympathizes with everyone, but he thinks some people must die.

For example, the Tiandi League in the underworld.

For example, in the last world, the Ming Sun Sect.

All the old ghosts in the world are listed here.

The old ghost's subordinates tried to surround Fang Bai, and it was his ultimate move to come up.

These people have not even reached the strength of the ghost king.

Their attack was a joke in Fang Bai's eyes.

He stroked out a circle of circular sword energy, and everyone in the ghost sect didn't even have a chance to escape, and those defensive magic weapons were like paper, which didn't play any role.

"I have admired the king for a long time, and I am willing to obey the king's orders, be a cow or a horse, and be willing to be a slave..."

The old ghost talked a lot like a cannonball.

Fang Bai quietly listened to him, and pressed the tip of his sword against his forehead, "Do you think you should kill innocent people in meditation? I feel ashamed to have you as my subordinate!"

The old ghost was desperate, and the ghost emperor in front of him would not let him go.

But he was unwilling to die like this, his body quickly withered and turned into a pile of powder.

Fang Bai smiled, and grabbed the old ghost's fleeing soul in his hand:

"I have no reason to let you live!"

He exerted force on his hand, and the old ghost's soul's head was immediately crushed, leaving a black bead on his hand:

[Soul Legacy Bead: It is left behind by a high-level cultivator after death, and retains the cultivator's lifetime cultivation base, level: SSS]

Looking at this bead, Fang Bai finally felt that it was like a game now.

It also eased his guilt psychologically.

The battle in Wangshan Pass has come to an end, and he can't delay any longer.

The ghost soldiers and generals who closed the Duanhun only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they closed the gate, there was no figure of the emperor, and death engulfed them.

The death energy was so strong that their injuries were healed almost instantly.

If it was an accident to meet the old ghost, Fang Bai was even more surprised by the scene in Wangshan Pass.

There are still acquaintances here.

Mojun and Miss Lin'er, as well as hundreds of their subordinates.

The fighting of these people is much more normal than that of the old ghosts.

There were no ghost soldiers guarding the gate anymore, only a low-level ghost general was left struggling to support him, and the one fighting him was not the Demon Lord himself, but a young disciple from the Demon Cult.

Anyway, with the winning ticket in hand, Mozun and others formed a circle and watched them fight.

"Oh! Stupid, don't say you are my apprentice!"

"Your foot, kick him!"

"Your right hand blocked the attack, what about your left hand? Can't your left hand move, hit him!"

"It's reasonable, everyone here is better than you!"

……

Under the guidance of these people, the disciples of the Devil's Cult who were fighting became less and less able to fight.

Anyway, no matter what moves he uses, there will always be people who have different opinions, so he starts to be in a hurry.

His strength is on display here. Although his hands and feet become uncoordinated, it is still no problem to block the attack of the ghost general.

"Mozun, is it fun to tease my subordinates?"

Fang Bairen's voice came first before he arrived.

Mozun had already noticed Fang Bai's arrival, and was on his way to meet him.

It was a concealed sword energy that came oncoming.

The sword energy is only the size of a finger, although it is not his vital parts, it can still hurt him.

He turned around to avoid the sword energy, and Fang Bai took the opportunity to pass by him, pulling the only remaining low-level ghost general out of the battle circle.

Mozun looked at Fang Bai, he had to dodge Fang Bai's sneak attack just now, which made him feel very humiliated:

"Has the majestic ghost emperor also learned to sneak attack? To be fair, if you didn't sneak attack just now, I don't need to hide at all with this bit of sword energy."

Fang Bai looked at the Mozun, although the Mozun was sometimes messy, he couldn't hate him, "Tell me, why are you invading our country? I don't intend to be your enemy!"

Even though he said so on the lips, but he was clear in his heart, and it was nothing more than for the rare treasures in others' mouths.

This is because they are afraid that others will preempt them. After hearing the news, they will rush over by taking advantage of their geographical advantages.

Mozun himself feels that he has always been upright in his actions, and disdains to lie:

"I heard that there is a strange treasure born here, let me see it."

Sure enough, Fang Bai said coldly:

"There are no strange treasures here. This is just a rumor spread by others to deal with us. If there are really strange treasures, will we be reduced to the point of subjugation?"

Mozun nodded, "What you said makes sense, but I can't fully believe it unless you let me go in and take a look."

For this request, Fang Bai flatly refused, pointing to Miss Lin'er and saying:
"Impossible! But I can invite this girl as a guest!"

Mozun was furious, "You are bullying me and cheating, right? My daughter is not as strong as you. You must have not acted on your good intentions. Seeing my daughter's beauty, you hit my daughter's attention. No! I know you, let me think about you who is it!"