Chapter 189 The Rebellion of Ghost Soldiers

"Where are there so many ghost soldiers!" Li Xiaosong exclaimed, and at the same time reached out and took out a small bright hammer from his storage bag, raised his hand and smashed it at the ghost soldier who just attacked her.

"Strike first and crush you to death, little brat!"

He saw the small hammer whizzing out and flying rapidly towards the first ghost soldier, but the ghost soldier did not dodge and allowed the hammer to hit his head.

Without making any sound, the hammer passed through his head, as if the ghost soldier didn't exist at all, and hit the floor behind him, making a hole in the floor.

"These ghost soldiers have no entity, and ordinary attacks are completely ineffective against them!" Liang Yan reminded him when he saw this.

"Then use fire!" Li Xiaosong shouted, opened his mouth and inhaled fiercely, then spit it forward, and a raging flame swept out and burned towards the ghost soldiers on the opposite side.

The first ghost soldier who appeared before screamed when he saw this, and took a step back suddenly. At the same time, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and made a weird posture.

The other four ghost soldiers also imitated his example and crossed their hands at the same time. Then a black wind blew out from in front of the ghosts and gradually condensed into a black wind wall in the room, blocking the blazing flames spit out by Li Xiaosong. to the other side.

Seeing this, Liang Yan made a sword gesture with his right hand, and the fixed light sword whizzed out, slashing towards the head of one of the ghost soldiers.

Click!

The white light passed through his head and did not cause any damage to the ghost soldier at all. Instead, it poked a hole in the door panel behind him.

"I didn't expect that my flying sword couldn't help them." Liang Yan sighed secretly when he saw this. His fixed light sword is just an ordinary sword-like spiritual weapon now, and it is not an unparalleled flying sword at all. It has no effect on this kind of ghost soldiers who are immune to physical attacks.

Although Li Xiaosong's flames had a miraculous effect on the ghost soldiers, her cultivation was too low and she was only at the fourth level of Qi training. Once the ghost wall of these five ghost soldiers is completed, they are not afraid of her flames at all.

One of the ghost soldiers laughed strangely, and suddenly raised his hand to grab it. A dark ghost claw appeared and rushed towards Li Xiaosong's Tianling Cap.

Liang Yan put away the flying sword with his right hand, raised his left hand in front of him, and a small black shield blocked the two of them.

boom!

The ghost claw hit the black shield, and there was a loud noise. The black shield shook a few times, and finally caught it firmly. Instead, the ghost claw turned into a ball of black energy and finally dissipated.

However, before they could take a breath, a dark red light suddenly struck from behind the two of them. Liang Yan had keen senses and had noticed it before. He immediately made a fist with his right hand and punched the back behind him.

The dark red light was broken into two pieces by his punch. One piece fell to the ground, and the other piece shrank back with a whoosh. Li Xiaosong turned around and found that what fell to the ground was half of his tongue.

At this time, three more ghost soldiers took a step forward. Black light surged from their hands, transforming into three black long knives, and they quickly slashed towards Liang Yan and Li Xiaosong.

Liang Yan did not retreat but advanced. He waved his hands, spinning like electricity, and used the "circling method" to deflect all three black knives and slash them towards the corner of the room. Then he kicked his feet, jumped into the air, raised his hand and pointed forward, and the thunder and lightning from the thunder technique rushed out, instantly covering the five ghosts below.

The five ghosts croaked and hurriedly extended the ghost wall upwards, obviously very afraid of the thunder and lightning. However, Liang Yan had already expected it. At the same time as the ghost wall was moving, an inconspicuous small mahogany box was scratched from underneath.

boom! There was an explosion.

The Lihuo Divine Needle suddenly shot out, piercing all five ghost soldiers. The magic needle passed through the ghost soldier. Although it did not cause any damage, the crimson flame on the needle burned inside the ghost soldier.

A raging flame ignited in the entire room, and the five ghost soldiers roared continuously. Each one staggered around, twisting and struggling on the ground. In just a moment, they were burned into five balls of black smoke.

"Are these little brats too difficult to deal with? They actually know how to cooperate with each other. They really look like soldiers who have been fighting for many years." Li Xiaosong glanced at the black smoke in the air and frowned slightly.

"Let's go out and take a look! Something happened outside." Liang Yan shouted and pushed the door open first. Li Xiaosong curled his lips and followed him out of the room.

When the two walked out of the courtyard, they saw flames soaring into the sky not far away, shouts of killing and killing, and countless ghost soldiers fighting against the monks of the Sword Forging Pavilion.

Liang Yan glanced around and saw that Bai Xuan and Tang Youyue from Yanyue Sect were among them, fighting two ghost soldiers alone. Although these two people have great skills, the ghost soldiers are weak and weak, and they cannot be killed for a while.

Some other low-level Sword-casting Pavilion disciples would often work together to fight a ghost soldier. Even so, they could barely hold on. Many of them even saw blood on their bodies, obviously suffering serious injuries.

But at this critical moment, Huang Potian and Huang Qinghui were nowhere to be seen in the crowd. Liang Yan frowned slightly, and without any time to think about it, he gathered thunder energy in his hand and raised his hand to point at a ghost soldier next to Bai Xuan.

boom!

Thunder and lightning penetrated the body of the ghost soldier, and a strange cry came out. The ghost soldier slowly turned into a ball of black smoke in full view of everyone.

"Thank you Brother Liang for your help!" Bai Xuan nodded towards him.

"No need to say thank you! This ghost soldier is afraid of thunder and fire. If you two have spiritual weapons of the second type of fire and thunder, please use them as soon as possible." Liang Yan shouted in a low voice.

"I have it!" Tang Youyue, who was not far away, agreed. She suddenly took out a copper-colored ring from her storage bag, raised her hand and threw it into the air.

"This is a fire control ring. I have limited spiritual power. Junior brother, help me!" She said, jumping back and moving away. At the same time, she made a magic spell with both hands and shot a magic spell towards the red copper ring in mid-air.

Bai Xuan couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw her using the fire control ring, and at the same time he fired a magic spell and flew towards the ring in mid-air.

When Liang Yan saw this, he fired with both hands and used three thunder refining techniques to push back the ghost soldiers in front of them. A moment later, the ring trembled rapidly, and a raging flame shot out from the center, spreading to the surrounding area.

These flames seemed to have eyes, bypassing the monks and burning specifically at the ghost soldiers. Many ghost soldiers were hit on the spot, covered in flames, rolling all over the ground, and were burned clean in a short time.

At this time, there was a sudden thunder explosion not far away. Liang Yan turned around and saw that it was the Lei brothers from Fenglei Sect who had also arrived. These two people were proficient in thunder spells. Under the roar of thunder and lightning, many ghost soldiers were blown into black smoke by them on the spot.

With the sacrifice of the fire control ring, Liang Yan and the Lei brothers arrived. The chaos of the ghost soldiers in Zhujian Pavilion has only now been gradually brought under control.

Suddenly I heard a long roar, and then a deep voice shouted in the night: "The ghost monk, you are so bullying, you actually use this evil thing to kill my disciples of the Sword Forging Pavilion."

The person who spoke was none other than Huang Potian, and behind him were Huang Qinghui and some personal guards. At this moment, everyone's face showed anger, and they took action against the ghost soldiers in the field without hesitation.