Please Kill the Demon

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Liang had brought everyone to the entrance of the Misty Valley.

The group was led by Wei Lang, a scholar of the Junzitang, and Yan Qihu, the master of Tiangangmen, followed by Ji Lingyu, Tang Shi, Chu Liang, and finally Gu Erniang and one of her followers.

The attendant looked like a thin and lean man, with a black cloth wrapped around his face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

"Chabu comes from a magical village on the scorching sun plain. Everyone in their village has blood that can suppress evil spirits. They might be able to help at critical moments," she said.

Chu Liang also roughly introduced her origin, and Wei Lang and Yan Qihu also respected this strange woman, and the group stepped into the mist.

As a guide, Chu Liang shouldered a heavy responsibility. As soon as he entered the mist, there were bursts of murmurs in his ears.

He reminded from memory: "There are ghosts and scythes in this mist, so be careful. We need to hunt the scythes. Their bones can be used to ignite fire and dispel the mist..."

Just as he was reminding, Wei Langyang held up a gleaming cyan scroll in his hand, a soft light shrouded everyone in an instant, and all the murmurs of ghosts disappeared.

"Let's go." Wei Langyun said calmly.

Chu Liang's nagging stopped abruptly.

Or they have to be powerful. When I came last time, I only felt that the two demon gate guides were considered masters, but they still couldn't protect everyone. The big guys had to work hard to hunt sickle ghosts.

Looking at it now, I am really afraid of being set off by my peers.

Together with the soul-suppressing tome, the fog receded, and all the ghosts around disappeared. Hard work like hunting sickle ghosts is no longer necessary.

In many cases, the work tasks are heavy, and it is really because of poor leadership skills.

People are moving forward so steadily.

After walking for a while, there was a sickle ghost in front of him. As soon as Yan Qihu flicked his sleeves, he seemed to be planning to make a move.

Chu Liang couldn't wait any longer, he jumped forward and said loudly, "I'll open the way for everyone!"

"Hey." Yan Qihu pressed his shoulders, "You can just be a guide with peace of mind, you juniors don't need to take care of such a trivial matter."

"Senior, just because it's a trivial matter, let us juniors handle it. There will be other dangers in the future, you two should recharge your energy." Chu Liang said earnestly: "Please let me do it for you! "

Yan Qihu heard what he said very sincerely, as if he really wanted to open the way for everyone, so he let go and said: "Then be careful in everything."

Taking two steps back, he whispered to Wei Lang: "This kid is really good, but it's a pity that he is a disciple of Shushan...the master is still the emperor's daughter Feng, otherwise I really want to recruit him into my Tiangang sect."

"That's right." Wei Lang also praised: "Little friend Chu Liang is a warm-hearted man with a rather chivalrous air. Such qualities are indeed lovable."

But in fact, Chu Liang did it from the heart.

It's just that he wanted to kill a few more sickle ghosts from the bottom of his heart, so that he could reward himself in the white tower.

The Ghost Bone Inch Golden Pill brought to him by Scythe Ghost last time helped him get two more golden fingers that are much harder than other golden fingers. It would be great if he could exchange a few more pills this time and create a golden right hand up.

When he came last time, those sickle ghosts could still pose a little threat to Chu Liang, and he could easily kill these ghosts with the help of the divine light ghost sword.

But this time, there is no need to expend so much effort, and the flying sword is parading in front of him, slashing wherever it passes.

Scythe Ghost's seemingly tough bones couldn't withstand even a trace of sword energy from Wuchen Sword.

Harvesting golden marks that only he could see, Chu Liang gradually smiled.

Behind him, Yan Qihu looked at Chu Liang with a satisfied smile while beheading ghosts, and said to Tang Shi: "Look at him, while dedicating strength to everyone, you can also feel the happiness from the bottom of your heart, which shows that he What a noble nature... what an example to follow."

So Tang Shi also drew out his big gun, and resolutely said: "You can't just let Chu Shaoxia suffer alone, I will also help him open the way."

Chu Liang's smile disappeared immediately, and he turned serious and said, "You don't have to!"

There was even a protective look in his eyes.

Tang Shi's small hand holding the big gun felt a little cramped, rubbed it twice, and felt a little wronged.

What's the matter?

Why does this person only honor himself and not allow us to be noble?

...

Chu Liang led the way together and completed the task perfectly. This time the journey was smoother than the last time.

Of course, the biggest obstacle last time also came from him.

The time was unknown in the mist, but after walking for a long time, everyone finally came to the depths of the misty valley, and the outline of the vast and deep Abyss of Sleeping Dreams appeared in front of them.

The sound of soldiers and armors also sounded from this.

It was those immortal and tireless soldiers of the former dynasty who rushed up from all directions shouting "Kill the enemy".

This time, Chu Liang didn't force himself to deal with it alone, because he couldn't handle it alone.

But once Yan Qihu made a move, things changed.

Seeing this seventh-level martial artist, he let out a thunderous sound, smashed the ground under his feet, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

At the same moment, thousands of figures of Yan Qihu flickered and appeared in the surroundings, and they came to each ghost of the former soldier armor, and dropped a punch or a palm.

Puff puff puff puff——

Countless muffled sounds joined together, but in the blink of an eye, when Yan Qihu's figure reappeared at the same place, all the armors of the former dynasty that appeared had already burst.

"..." Chu Liang gritted his back molars, he really didn't leave any of them.

Just as he was about to move on, suddenly, he saw countless figures rushing out in front of him.

There were ten times more armored soldiers from the previous dynasty, who sprang out from nowhere, rushing towards this direction overwhelmingly!

"Huh?" Chu Liang's expectations were exceeded by such momentum.

At the same time, a shocking dragon chant came from the bottom of the abyss: "Roar——"

I saw those bone dragons soaring from the bottom, attacking together with a large number of soldiers. Next to the bone dragon, there was another inconspicuous figure, who was the former prime minister who knew the current affairs well.

It seems that the ghosts in the Abyss of Sleeping Dreams are all out? !

Just when everyone was preparing to meet the enemy, they found those ghosts passing by directly...

"They don't seem to be attacking us..." Wei Lang raised his hand, "They are running for their lives!"

In the blink of an eye, countless ghosts have already fled away from the Abyss of Sleeping Dreams accompanied by the rumbling sound of wind and thunder, including the not weak bone dragon and the former prime minister.

Everyone also realized that the problem was not good. Although their goal was the Abyss of Mianmeng, there was obviously a change in it at this time, and they could not move forward rashly.

So Yan Qihu suddenly said: "Retreat first!"

Before the words fell, a colorful barrier appeared in the sight of everyone, and they understood the reason for the escape of those ghosts.

The Abyss of Sleeping Dreams is constantly expanding, and the colorful barrier is approaching everyone at a fast speed. The black abyss in front of you is getting wider and wider, as if a huge mouth wants to swallow more creatures!

"Walk!"

With a wave of Wei Lang's sleeve, the halo of the soul-suppressing scroll above his head suddenly turned into a ball of light, enveloping everyone, and then retreated extremely quickly.

Behind the colorful barrier, the mist in the abyss condensed and turned into a huge palm in an instant, stretching out from the barrier to grab everyone!

Seeing that the light group of several people was about to catch up with the large army of ghosts who had fled earlier, suddenly, the figure of the former prime minister in front suddenly turned around and faced everyone.

"Jiuzhou Luchen...youyoutiantian..." He chanted inexplicable words, "you civil servants who don't die in the country are all traitors!"

After all, the scripture scroll in his palm has been unfolded, instantly typing out characters all over the sky!

Shhhhhh-

What is this for?

Everyone behind was startled, could it be that Wei Lang's Confucianism and Taoism supernatural powers stimulated him, and suddenly launched the strongest attack!

When those characters bombarded them, Wei Lang waved his sleeves, exhaled in a breath of air, and all retreated.

The former prime minister may have a high level of cultivation, but this is just a ghost after all, and it still can't compare with the real Confucianism and Taoism.

But just for this delay, the giant palm of mist has already enveloped him!

boom!

Yan Qihu had already made the first move, and he punched the giant palm apart!

But the diffused mist still shrouded it, and the rapidly expanding abyss barrier behind it suddenly passed, engulfing everyone's figures in an instant.

call--

In the blink of an eye, everyone was forced into the Abyss of Sleeping Dreams.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes went black, and the huge light cluster was engulfed by a huge force like a hurricane and a torrent, and it was drawn into a black vortex.

...

A fragrance of flowers enters the nostrils faintly.

Chu Liang opened his eyes.

I saw a few kind and unfamiliar faces crowded in my sight: "Are you awake?"

"This..." Chu Liang was a little surprised, and hurriedly asked, "Are you... what is this place?"

Just one person replied: "This is Dreamland."