After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

Under the moonlight, the monster dragged its injured body and fled in panic, splashing mud and water on the ground with every step, leaving a long trail of blood. The four of them followed closely behind, with firm steps, and the sound of their heartbeats and the monster's heavy breathing intertwined, as if playing a tense war song.

Suddenly, a skinny figure emerged from the darkness, his white hair fluttering in the night wind, like a ghost. There was a cold light in his eyes, and a cruel smile on his lips. He slowly revealed his identity - a member of the cult, and revealed the secrets of how he raised monsters and carried out missions.

The three of them looked solemn, holding their weapons tightly, ready for the upcoming battle. However, the old man did not give them much time to prepare. He muttered something and drew a strange trajectory in the air with his fingers. In an instant, a black gas rose from the ground and condensed into a hideous evil ghost.

The evil ghost roared and rushed towards them. Its body looked unusually huge in the moonlight, and every time it swung its claws, there was a sharp sound of wind. Qiu Mian quickly released the bronze bell and protected it in front of Liu Yang and Mu Yang. Under the attack of the evil ghost, the bronze bell made a deafening roar, as if it was going to tear the whole night apart.

Qingzheng stood beside them, holding a talisman. He closed his eyes tightly and chanted a spell quickly. As the spell ended, dazzling fire and lightning burst out from the talisman, interweaving into a gorgeous sea of ​​fire. The sea of ​​fire instantly enveloped the evil spirits, who wailed miserably under the impact of the fire and lightning, and struggled in the sea of ​​fire.

Mu Qing was like a dancing dancer, her swordsmanship was agile and deadly. Every swing of the sword was like writing a magnificent poem, and wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the ghosts of the evil spirits were chopped and scattered. Her figure was looming in the moonlight, as if she had merged into the night.

Qiu Mian was wearing a ghost wedding dress, and the red silk ribbon fluttered in the night wind like a flexible snake. Qiu Mian quickly threw the silk ribbon at the evil ghost, and the silk ribbon drew a series of beautiful arcs in the air, tightly wrapping the evil ghost's limbs. Then, the hairpin in Qiu Mian's hair turned into a cold light and pierced the evil ghost's neck. Under Qiu Mian's attack, the evil ghost's wailing became more shrill.

However, just when they were about to defeat the evil ghost, the old man suddenly released a more powerful monster - Shura. Shura was burly, exuding a blood-red aura, and its appearance made the entire battlefield tremble. Its eyes were red like fire, and every roar was as shocking as thunder.

Facing the powerful Shura, Qiu Mian took a deep breath and placed the token in his hand in the air. The token was engraved with complex runes. As Qiu Mian's spell sounded, the token emitted black and white light. Then, the Black and White Impermanence appeared, followed by several ghost soldiers. The Black and White Impermanence held chains and rushed towards Shura, engaging in a fierce battle with him. The chains flew in the air, making a harsh metal collision sound, which intertwined with Shura's roar, forming a thrilling symphony.

The entire battlefield seemed to be in chaos and madness, with fire, lightning, sword energy, and ghost energy intertwined to form a shocking picture. The four of them used their own methods to fight a life-and-death battle with the evil ghost, Shura, and the old man. Every attack seemed to tear the night sky apart, and every defense seemed to resist a landslide. In this fierce battle, the four of them seemed to merge with the night and became the most dazzling stars in this rainy night.

As the fierce battle was in full swing, strange blood-red eyes suddenly appeared on the face of the skinny old man. His skin began to twist and deform, and his body seemed to be twisted by an indescribable force. The already gloomy aura rose sharply at this moment. His third eye slowly opened, emitting a breathtaking red light.

As the third eye opened, the bright moonlight was obscured by a thick red curtain of light. A blood-red moon hung high in the sky, adding an ominous color to the battlefield. The red threads shot out from the old man's body, like long and thin tentacles, madly poured into the bodies of the evil spirits and monsters in the field.

The already ferocious demons and monsters became even more violent after being injected with the red thread. Their injuries recovered quickly and their attacks became even more fierce, as if they had lost their fear of death. Although the four of them tried their best, they gradually became powerless in front of these seemingly indestructible enemies.

The four of them stood back to back, facing the enemies that were coming like a tide. Every swing of the sword and every cast of the spell seemed extremely difficult. The claws of the evil spirits cut through the air with a sharp sound of breaking wind; the roar of the monsters made their eardrums hurt, as if to destroy their will as well.

Qingzheng used his agility to shuttle between enemies, looking for the best time to attack. However, as the battle continued, his movements gradually became slower, and each dodge required great effort.

Mu Qing wielded her sharp sword, and every swing seemed to carry the force of thunder and lightning. However, facing the endless stream of enemies, she gradually felt powerless, and the light on the tip of the sword began to dim.

Qiu Mian used her Ghost Wedding Dress and Yin-Yang Double Needles to constantly shuttle across the battlefield, trying to find an opportunity to break through the enemy's defenses. However, as the old man's third eye opened, Qiu Mian clearly felt that the air around him became heavier, as if an invisible force was suppressing them.

Qiu Mian knew that in order to break the deadlock, he had to find the key. At this critical moment, Liu Yang, Mu Yang and Qing Zheng shouted in unison: "Eyes!" Qiu Mian instantly understood what they meant, and a strong belief surged in his heart.

Qiu Mian quickly took out the ghost comb from his arms and gently combed his hair. As the comb was swung, Qiu Mian's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared beside the old man. The old man obviously did not expect Qiu Mian to approach him so quickly, and his face showed surprise. He wanted to dodge but it was too late.

Qiu Mian held the Yin-Yang needles tightly in both hands and aimed at the blood-red eye on the old man's chest. The two needles shot out at the same time, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and pierced straight into the eye. At the same time, Mu Qing also threw the long sword in his hand into the air, turning it into a stream of light and shooting towards the target. Qing Zheng recited the formula and drove the peach wood sword to follow closely.

The three attacks arrived almost simultaneously, fiercely piercing the old man's eyes. A shrill scream sounded, and the old man's body trembled violently. The blood-red eye gradually dimmed under the attack, and finally turned into a pool of black liquid flowing down.

As the eyes disappeared, the red light on the old man gradually dissipated. The evil spirits and monsters that were infused with power by the red thread also lost their violent power and fell to the ground. The entire battlefield returned to peace at this moment.

The old man fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but he had no strength left. His eyes were full of reluctance, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have angered the power behind Qiu Mian, they will not let you go. You will pay the price in the end!"

The four of them ignored his threats, but quietly put away their weapons and prepared to leave this strange and dangerous place. They knew that this battle was just the beginning, and the real challenge was still to come. But no matter what, they were ready to face all difficulties.