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

One of the guardians' voice was filled with anxiety. He frowned and looked at Ghost Lord Qiu Mian: "Master Ghost Lord, the situation is getting more and more serious. The formations of several cities have been broken one after another, and the dragon is like a wandering creature. How should we deal with it?"

Qiu Mian Ghost Lord had a calm expression, with an unfathomable smile on his lips. He gently raised his hand and said, "Please be patient, guardians. Although the situation is tense, I have already made plans. You see, there are always some forces in this world that we have not fully mastered."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and a vivid picture appeared before everyone's eyes.

In the picture, dark clouds are gathering, thunder is roaring, and lightning is streaking across the sky, as if the gods are whipping in anger.

And that dragon was tumbling in the chaos, with such overwhelming momentum that it was heart-pounding.

"Look, there are two forces fighting fiercely on the ground." Qiu Mian pointed to a place on the screen and said, "One side is led by Tu Mei, who is good at the art of enchantment and makes people hard to defend against; the other side is led by the tiger demon, who is extremely powerful and good at close combat. With the cooperation of the two, even a strong enemy can be troubled."

"Tu Mei's enchantment is really hard to defend against!" A guardian sighed, "I remember last time, she made a team of a thousand people kill each other with just a piece of music. That scene is still shocking when I think about it now."

"Indeed," another guardian echoed, "and the tiger demon's bravery is unmatched. I once saw him tear apart several demon beasts with his own strength. The bloody scene was like a Shura field."

"Don't worry, you'll find out when you look down." Qiu Mian Gui Zun said confidently. His voice was calm and firm, as if everything was under his control.

Upon hearing this, all the guardians focused their attention on the mysterious picture.

They looked at every detail intently, trying to find the answer.

At this moment, a shocking scene occurred. The dragon in the sky suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground like a meteorite.

Its huge body smashed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust and rubble.

However, something even more surprising was yet to come. A dazzling golden light flashed across the screen, and then a giant golden dragon appeared before everyone's eyes.

This golden dragon has a strong and agile body, and its scales sparkle with brilliant golden light, it looks majestic and sacred.

"This is..." A guardian widened his eyes, his face full of confusion.

"Dragon! A golden dragon! What's going on?" another guardian exclaimed, his face full of astonishment and confusion.

The guardians looked at each other in bewilderment, puzzled. They had never seen such a strange sight before, and could not understand what the appearance of this golden dragon meant.

"This seems to be the disciple of Ghost Lord!" Dongli said in surprise, his voice full of confusion and curiosity.

"Yes, it is my disciple, he is the Golden Dragon!" Ghost Lord answered proudly, with pride shining in his eyes.

"Look, these monsters are frozen into ice sculptures!" Nan Feng exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the frozen monsters. Their bodies became stiff, as if they were frozen in time at that moment.

Everyone was shocked as they looked at the scene in front of them. "Look, isn't that Ghost Lord's ghost weapon?"

Everyone gathered in front of the huge crystal screen, their eyes fixed on the ever-changing images, their hearts like surging tides, difficult to calm.

In the picture, the battlefield situation changes rapidly, and the most eye-catching thing is the ghost weapon floating in the air, emitting a faint green light.

"Look at that!" A guardian suddenly pointed at the ghost weapon in the picture, and his voice was filled with shock that could not be concealed. "Isn't that Lord Ghost's 'Netherworld Wave Source'? How come it is there?"

"The Netherworld Wave Source?" Upon hearing this, the other guardian's face also changed, and he hurriedly took a closer look, "It is indeed the treasure that can control water and ice! But why did it appear at this moment, and who is controlling it?"

The monks around also started talking about it, some were amazed at the power of Netherworld Lanyuan, while others speculated about the reasons behind it.

Amidst this chaos, Qiu Mian Ghost Lord always maintained a calm expression. He spoke slowly, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Everyone, don't panic. 'Netherworld Wave Source' is the treasure of my Ghost Lord lineage. It can transform into surging waves, and it can also condense into sharp ice blades. It is connected to my mind." He stroked the beard on his chin and continued, "As for why it appeared at this moment and who is controlling it, it is naturally arranged by the Lord."

"Arrangement?" Everyone looked puzzled when they heard this.

Qiumian Ghost Lord smiled slightly and explained: "'Netherworld Wave Source' is not only a powerful magic weapon, but also my right-hand man. Although I am not on the battlefield in person, I can sense the changes in the battle situation through it and control it remotely. Now is the time for it to show its true power."

As Qiu Mian Ghost Lord finished speaking, the Netherworld Lanyuan in the picture seemed to sense something, and suddenly the light became brighter, and the green light surged out like a tide, transforming into streams of ice-blue water, interweaving into a huge water net in the air.

Wherever this water network goes, whether it is hard rock or boiling flame, it will be instantly frozen into ice or swallowed up by the surging waves.

The powerful enemies including the dragon, the demon, the tiger demon and the leopard demon were trembling under the dual power of water and ice, and their movements became slow.

They tried to struggle, but found themselves firmly bound by the force and unable to escape.

"What a strong power of water and ice!" A guardian couldn't help but exclaimed, "With the help of the Netherworld Wave, we will surely win a great victory!"

"That's right!" The other monks also echoed, and their morale was greatly boosted. They had witnessed the powerful might of the Netherworld Wave with their own eyes, and were full of confidence in the victory of this battle.

However, just when everyone thought victory was assured, the situation on the screen changed again.

The dragon let out a long roar towards the sky, and a dazzling light emanated from its body, as if it was making its last struggle.

The Tu Mei, tiger demon and leopard demon seemed to be inspired by this force and burst out with stronger fighting power, trying to break free from the restraints of the Netherworld Lanyuan.

But Qiu Mian Ghost Lord was not flustered by this. He raised his hand slightly and another spell was cast into the picture.

The light of the Netherworld Wave grew stronger again, and the water flow and ice blades intertwined more closely, forming an indestructible barrier.

Under the suppression of this barrier, powerful enemies such as the dragons were finally unable to resist and were frozen into ice sculptures or submerged in the waves.

The battle in the scene also came to an end. Seeing this, all the monks knelt on the ground and cheered loudly.

They knew that it was the wisdom of Qiu Mian Ghost Lord and the power of Youming Lanyuan that together created this glorious victory.

With the astonishing power displayed by Youming Lanyuan, the situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant.

Those originally arrogant little demons now seemed to have lost all their resistance under the ice and water flow of the Netherworld Wave, and could only struggle helplessly.

When the monks saw this, a hint of determination and excitement flashed in their eyes.

They knew this was their best chance to strike back.

So, under the captain's command, they all took out their magic weapons, either holding swords or waving magic staffs, and pounced on the little demons that were bound by the Netherworld Wave like tigers descending from the mountains.

"Kill!" A monk in green robes took the lead in attacking. The long sword in his hand flashed with dazzling light, and it cut through the sky like a lightning, going straight for the nearest little demon.

The little demon was frozen by the icy power of Netherworld Lanyuan, and his movements were slow, making it impossible for him to avoid the sudden attack.

With a "puff" sound, the long sword pierced through the little demon's body, leaving a string of blood.

"Good!" Seeing this, the monks around cheered. They were encouraged and their morale was even higher.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with flashing swords and flying spells, and the monks and the little demons engaged in a fierce confrontation.

Some monks are good at close combat. They hold magic weapons and have agile bodies. They shuttle among the little monsters like dragons playing in the water. Every attack they make is precise and deadly.

Some monks are good at long-range attacks. They stand in the distance and continuously release spells. Fireballs, ice cones, lightning and other means of attack emerge in endlessly, and they beat the little demons that are bound by the Netherworld Wave into a mess.

Although those little monsters were numerous, their strength was greatly reduced under the suppression of the Netherworld Lanyuan.

Faced with the fierce offensive of the monks, they could only barely resist but were unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Some of the little demons howled miserably in despair, trying to seek help from their companions; some of them simply gave up resistance and closed their eyes waiting to die.

However, the monks did not show mercy to the little demons because of their desperation.

They knew that these little demons were minions of evil forces, and if they were not completely eliminated, they would bring hidden dangers to future peace.

Therefore, they continued to attack mercilessly until every little demon was killed with their swords.

In this battle, the monks showed amazing fighting power and spirit of unity.

They cooperated and supported each other to resist the attacks of the little demons together.

The Netherworld Wave became their most powerful aid. Its ice and water flow not only restrained the movements of the little demons, but also provided them with valuable attack opportunities.

As time went by, the little monsters on the battlefield were gradually wiped out.

Although the monks paid a heavy price, their faces were filled with the joy of victory.

They know that victory in this battle is not only a recognition of their own strength, but also a commitment to peace and justice.

When the last little demon fell, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

The monks stopped what they were doing and looked at the land stained with blood.

They know that although the battle is over, there is still a long way to go.

They need to continue to work hard and improve their strength in order to cope with more severe challenges.

The Ghost Lord Qiu Mian stood in front of the screen, watching everything silently.

Her eyes showed both satisfaction with the monks' performance and expectations for the future.

She knows that only by constant fighting and tempering can they become stronger, and she will always be by their side, guiding them towards a more glorious future.

On the battlefield where the smoke was gradually dissipating, the monks were busy cleaning up the battlefield, clearing away the remaining evil spirits and bloodstains.

None of the little demons that were severely injured by the Netherworld Wave survived. Their bodies were neatly placed aside, waiting for subsequent processing.

And with the joint efforts of the monks, the damaged formation gradually recovered its former power, emitting a faint light again and protecting this land.

In this tense and busy atmosphere, a monk dressed in martial arts clothes, Liu Dadao, slowly walked towards Taoyao and Yan'an who were talking nearby.

He was a burly man, holding a huge long sword with traces of battle on it. He was obviously a warrior who had experienced countless battles.

"Thank you both for saving my life just now." Liu Dadao walked up to Taoyao and Yan'an, bowed deeply, his tone full of gratitude.

His gaze swept back and forth between the two of them, finally stopping on Tao Yao's green dress, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Tao Yao smiled slightly when she heard this. Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving.

"You're welcome, Brother Liu. We are all fighting for the peace and tranquility of Fenglai Continent. It's only right that we help each other." She shook her head gently, indicating that Liu Dadao didn't need to be so polite.

Yan'an nodded and agreed, "That's right, Brother Liu. On the battlefield, we rely on each other. As long as we can protect this land, any sacrifice is worth it." His words revealed a firmness and persistence that made people involuntarily respect him.

Liu Dadao was even more moved when he heard this. He didn't expect that his casual words of thanks would receive a sincere response from two such outstanding monks.

He bowed again and said, "You two are truly chivalrous and courageous. I admire you very much. Why don't you join my team and contribute to Fenglai Continent together!"

After listening to Liu Dadao's words, Taoyao and Yan'an exchanged a tacit look, and then Taoyao said gently: "Brother Liu, this is exactly what we meant. Since the battlefield has not yet fully recovered, we are willing to stay and continue to help until everything here returns to peace."

Yan An also nodded and added: "That's right, one more person means one more strength. Although our strength is limited, we also hope to contribute our own strength to the peace of Fenglai Continent."

Liu Dadao's eyes flashed with surprise and admiration when he heard this. "You two are truly noble and upright. I am very grateful to you. With your participation, we will be able to complete the cleanup and repair of the battlefield faster."

Therefore, the three of them threw themselves into the intense battlefield restoration work. They divided the work and cooperated with each other, some were responsible for carrying the corpses, some were responsible for repairing the damaged formations, and some were responsible for dispelling the remaining evil spirits to ensure that this land would no longer be invaded by evil forces.

As time went by, the scene on the battlefield gradually changed.

The originally messy and bloody scene became orderly, clean and tidy thanks to their efforts.

The damaged formations also regained their vitality. They stood there quietly like guardian gods, building a solid line of defense for Fenglai Continent.

In this process, Taoyao, Yan'an and Liu Dadao also established a deep friendship.

They learn from each other, help each other, and move forward hand in hand with a common goal. They know that only by unity and joint efforts can they overcome all difficulties and challenges.

When the last trace of evil spirit was dispelled and the damaged formation glowed brightly again, the three of them smiled at each other, their hearts filled with a sense of accomplishment and pride. They knew that their efforts were not in vain, and Fenglai Continent became more beautiful and peaceful because of their efforts.