Chapter 229: Ghost Tide

Zhou Wen and his companions' faces turned green. There were countless ghosts in the distance on the mountain path, carrying coffins like a funeral procession.

When they were about a hundred meters away from Zhou Wen and the others, the ghosts carrying the coffin stopped, but it was only for a moment. The next second, the ghosts roared and rushed up like a tide.

"There is no other way, we can only fight our way out." An Sheng directly summoned a dagger, opened the car door and walked out.

Zhou Wen, Li Xuan, Alai and Zhang Yuzhi all got out of the car. Zhang Yuzhi's face was pale, but she was ready for a fight. Obviously, she knew that it was useless to be scared now, and she had to rush out.

"Follow me." An Sheng walked in front, staring at the ghost rushing towards him. When the ghost was about five meters away from him, the dagger in his hand finally moved.

The dagger brought up a blade light like a rainbow, which cut the ghosts in half like a tide, instantly cutting the ghosts in the front row in half. The ghosts at the back were impacted and their bodies were shaken and floated backwards.

The power of the attack seemed strong, but Zhou Wen couldn't help but frown. If An Sheng's blade light were replaced by an ordinary legendary creature, a large number of them would probably be killed.

But this attack only killed the first three or four ghosts, and they were just ordinary legendary ghosts. It was obvious that Ansheng's power was not very effective in damaging ghosts.

In just a moment, the army of ghosts overwhelmed Zhou Wen and his men, attacking them from all directions.

Ansheng charged in the front, Alai and Li Xuan protected the two wings on the left and right, Zhou Wen stayed at the back, and Zhang Yuzhi walked in the middle because all his pets had died in the battle and his foot was injured, to prevent the occasional escape.

An Sheng's eyes were cold, and he kept swinging the dagger. Wherever the blade went, even ghosts were cut in half. He cut a bloody path among the tide of ghosts and rushed forward with Zhou Wen and the others.

Li Xuan swung the Thunder God Sword in his hand. Although the effect of lightning on the ghost bride was limited, it had a very long-lasting effect on these ordinary ghosts.

Moreover, his innate invincible magic skills seemed to have a certain effect on ghosts. Although he could not kill ghosts directly like Ansheng, he could still make the ghosts next to him scream in pain.

Alai's situation was rather strange. He was obviously a little afraid, and he didn't seem to have practiced any special fighting skills. It didn't seem like he had any energy skills, but his fists could actually blow the ghosts away. Several ghosts were almost blown to pieces by him.

"Li Xuan is right. Alai is indeed powerful." Zhou Wen was relatively relaxed. Di Ting was right in front of him. When a ghost rushed over, Di Ting rushed forward like a stream of light and killed the ghost with one claw.

Zhou Wen switched the Yuan Qi Jue to the Small Prajna Sutra. When a ghost that had escaped the net rushed over, he would directly hit it with a palm. He found that the Yuan Qi blessed by the Small Prajna Sutra had no difference between hitting a ghost and hitting a living creature, and it could directly smash the ghost's head.

"The Small Prajna Sutra really does have the effect of restraining ghosts." Zhou Wen felt a lot more at ease. According to their current situation, if it was just the army of ghosts blocking the way, they should be able to break out.

However, when Zhou Wen's eyes fell on the red lacquer coffin emitting black air, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

An Sheng led everyone forward, killing countless ghosts along the way. Many ghost crystals fell on the ground, but no one had the time to pick them up.

Di Ting seemed to like the crystals of these ghosts very much. He rushed over like lightning and swallowed those crystals directly into his stomach. He was even more excited about killing. Without waiting for Zhou Wen's orders, he took the initiative to kill the nearby ghosts.

Its effect in restraining ghosts is too strong. It can basically kill one legendary ghost with one claw. Those ghosts have no ability to resist it at all.

The five people continued to fight in the tide of ghosts and were about to reach the location of the coffin.

Perhaps stimulated by Zhou Wen and others' killing of ghosts, the red-lacquered coffin emitting black air began to shake violently. When Zhou Wen and others were less than ten meters away from the coffin, the coffin lid suddenly opened, and a hand stretched out from the coffin and pressed on the edge of the coffin.

It was just as pale as snow, and the fingers were slender and long, as if skin covered bones, but the nails were silver, long and pointed, like sharp blades.

And from that hand, there seemed to be a faint black aura emanating.

Zhou Wen felt a chill in his heart, and An Sheng's expression was also very solemn. The few of them continued to rush forward without saying a word.

The ghost hand pressed hard on the coffin, and a figure slowly stood up. It was a man with white hair and black armor. He was wearing black armor all over his body, and even had a ghost-like mask on his face. He exuded a faint black aura all over his body, and looked weird, but also revealed an evil charm.

The body of the black-armored, white-haired ghost in the coffin slowly floated up, staring at Di Ting and An Sheng. The next moment, it appeared in front of An Sheng as if teleporting. The silver nails on the ghost's hands were like five sharp daggers, stabbing directly at An Sheng's head.

An Sheng's reaction was also extremely fast. He swung the dagger upwards suddenly, and the rainbow-like blade light slashed on the ghost hand, forcibly shaking the ghost claw away.

"Go back." An Sheng said in a deep voice with a serious expression.

Zhou Wen and Li Xuan both knew that things were not going well. Behind them was the Yin-Yang boundary monument. If they retreated, they would retreat into the Yin-Yang boundary.

An Sheng knew this but still asked them to retreat. It was obvious that he had encountered a very serious problem. Even he was not sure that he could defeat the black-armored, white-haired ghost.

Without saying a word, Zhou Wen led Di Ting to charge back, and Li Xuan, Alai and Zhang Yuzhi followed closely.

An Sheng did not retreat. He held the dagger and stared at the black-armored, white-haired ghost.

The black-armored, white-haired ghost also looked at An Sheng, and the black aura on his body became more and more obvious. However, the other ghosts seemed to have suddenly lost sight of An Sheng, stopped attacking him, and rushed directly towards Zhou Wen and the other four who were fleeing.

An Sheng's aura became stronger and stronger, and a strange light and shadow rose up from his body at the same time, as if a big demon descended on him. The purple light seemed to dye his body purple.

Bang!

Zhou Wen only heard the terrifying sound of power explosion coming from Ansheng's side, and saw a ghostly aura rising there, mixed with a weird purple light. He didn't know how many ghosts were scattered.

But the number of ghosts was too large, and there were still countless ghosts rushing towards them. Without An Sheng to withstand the attack of most of the ghosts, their situation immediately became worse.

Although Di Ting can restrain ghosts, it is only a legendary pet after all. It can only kill one ghost at a time and has no group skills. When it kills a ghost, more ghosts will pounce on it.

(End of this chapter)