"Hmm?"
Before the Tang sword left its sheath, the hungry Bing Ye had already pulled out his legs.
He roared as he walked, the veins on his forehead bulging.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it…"
" I'm actually being laughed at by a human. I'm a dignified member of the Twelve Ghost Months…"
"Lord Bing Ye!"
Uh, what's with this sudden embarrassing line?
The damage output was all based on words?
The corner of Dragon's mouth twitched. If Bing Ye really had such a backbone, he wouldn't have chosen to run away at the gathering.
As everyone knew, the direct subordinates of Ghost Dance Shi Wucai, the Twelve Ghost Moons, were divided into upper and lower strings according to their strength.
The strength of the six people at the top of the bow could be said to be terrifying. There had been no change in the past hundred years. A high share of Wu miserable blood flowed in their bodies, and numbers were engraved in their eyes.
Although the six of them were stronger than ordinary ghosts, they were not worth mentioning to No Misery. They were like random fish that could be changed at will. Only their right eye had a mark.
In the original novel, after the Spider Monster was eliminated by the Ghost Slayer Team, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucai called for a meeting with all the members of the Lower Quarters.
At that time, apart from the number one bootlicker of the Ghost Extinguisher, Nightmare Dream, who had luckily survived, the other Lower Chord Ghosts could not escape death, and this Sick Leaf was even more bizarre!
In order to survive, he actually ran away in front of Wusheng.
Wasn't this a slap to Wutian's face?
Therefore, facing the threat of the sick leaf, the dragon only used 30% of his strength.
"Dragon's Breath, One Form, Divine Dragon's Breath!”
Before he could finish his words, a purple divine dragon had already rushed over amidst the flashes of the saber and sword.
The rapidly moving sick leaf could not dodge in time and was hit in the face.
"Hiss…"
However, he was still a Lower Chord Ghost. Just his thick skin alone was not something that a Swamp Ghost could compare to.
Fear flashed in Bing Ye's eyes as he muttered,"" He's actually a Ghostcutter?"
But soon, this fear ignited his fighting spirit.
"After eating you, I can become stronger again.”
In the next second, his two arms stretched out tentacles, and in a short while, they formed two blades." Blood Ghost Technique, Bloodblade Slaughter!"
Accompanied by the sickly leaf's roar, his eyes turned red and he spat out air from his mouth.
Before Gui Wu Shi Wu gave him his blood, Bing Ye was a butcher. Because he had killed too many livestock, he became mentally unstable and was not accepted by the world.
Therefore, Sick Ye attacked his family, neighbors, and everyone who did not understand him.
However, Sick Leaf had a unique characteristic, which was that he only knew how to bully the weak. If the other party had the slightest strength, he would choose to run away.
So...
"Kacha!"
Just as the two butcher knives were about to fall, a cold light flashed.
Immediately after, cracks appeared on the blade until it was destroyed!
One hit…instant kill!
Watching the Blood Ghost Spell disintegrate, Bing Ye's mouth was wide open, and his face was filled with disbelief.
" Impossible, I'm a ghost of the last string…"
"So noisy!"
Before he could finish speaking, the Tang sword had already pierced through Bing Ye's heart.
The sick leaf lowered his head. The moment he saw the tip of the knife, he knelt down.
"You are Zhu?"
Perhaps in his eyes, a Swordsman who could kill a Lower Chord Ghost could only be a Pillar Level Swordsman!
Unfortunately, Dragon also shook his head.
"So the last string of the ghost is only so much. I really feel sad for the ghost dance.”
"So, you can become its food.”
"What?" Suddenly, Bing Ye felt a huge pain in his chest.
At some point, a devilish purple airflow wrapped around the blade, eroding the surroundings.
" Let me go, I beg you…" Before dying, Bing Ye still wanted to beg for mercy.
At this moment, the dragon also noticed the movement not far away.
Someone was approaching, and at an extremely fast speed!
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and sent the sick leaf to hell.
"Ding! The host has devoured the soul of a middle-grade ghost. The host's spirit has received a small increase!”
"Ding! The host has devoured the soul of a middle-grade ghost. The host's physical strength has increased slightly!”
"Ding…Devour…"
Ding!" The host's spiritual power has broken through the limit. The reward is a skill..."
"Spiritual resonance!"
Spiritual Resonance
[Attribute: Interferential]
[Category: Skills]
[Effect: Causes mental interference to the target after use. After proficiency exceeds the limit, it will be upgraded to mind control.]
Dragon's eyes lit up when he saw the small line of text in the message panel.
If he could control the thoughts of ghosts, did that mean…
I can create an army?
"Ding! Ding!"
In a flash, two black shadows flew out from the end of the forest.
The dragon subconsciously raised its saber and slashed, only to discover that it was actually two darts!
Then, the grass rustled, and the attacker quickly moved out of the shadows.
When he saw their faces clearly, Long Ye's eyes narrowed into slits.
"As expected of someone the lord praises. There are indeed some special aspects.”
A slender woman with black hair and purple eyes and curly hair was standing in front of him. She wore a dark purple and mint butterfly hair clip, and the feathers were like butterfly wings.
Even so, her conservative attire could not hide her great figure.
At this moment, the butterfly clothed woman was smiling as she walked towards Long Ye.
Of course…it would be better if he didn't hold a knife.
"Kaho, is he the Long Yejun you mentioned?”
The butterfly clothed woman turned slightly and looked at the silent girl in a snow-white cloak.
The girl nodded slightly, her smile exceptionally serene.
How can the fragrance of chestnut flowers fall?
Long Ye frowned and gripped the hilt of his sword.
Because that butterfly clothed woman was none other than her chest column…
Bah, insect pillar!
Butterfly Enduring.
"Long Yejun, are you injured?"
Butterfly tried to hold back her laughter as she spoke. Her soft and gentle voice sounded like a spring breeze.
The dragon also looked at where she was pointing. It turned out to be the blood from the battle just now, but it was all from the sick leaves.
"Since there isn't, then…"
"I'm going to draw my saber."
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