"Wow wow wow wow wow!"

The moment the pitch-black flame spread to the human head, the head that had always been indifferent and indifferent suddenly let out a painful scream.

Those black flames seemed to cause unspeakable damage to it.

The moment the black flame spread to the head, the head screamed in pain.

The burning pain seemed too painful for Li Gui.

The head directly released all the tentacles, flew into the mourning hall with a miserable cry, and disappeared into the blood coffin.

At the same time, the burly figure who had been piercing Yang Xuming's body with the hoisting banner also let out a howl of pain and violence.

After the ghost fire on Yang Xuming's body turned into black inflammation, it was also affected, and it also made a painful scream.

As the head flew away, the burly figure in the blood-robed hat also screamed back and forth again and again.

After the spirit-calling banner that pierced the body was pulled out, blood sprayed out from Yang Xuming's wound, like a bursting water pipe.

But he has no time to bother about the injury.

He hurriedly opened his hand and caught Ying Sixue who had fallen from the air.

Looks nervous.

"Miss? Wake up! Miss!"

Yang Xuming squeezed Ying Sixue's face with his hands, not anxious, "Wake up soon!"

It's only been hanged for a while, won't you hang it directly?

Is artificial respiration useful?

Still need a pacemaker?

But he doesn't have a platinum star!

Yang Xuming was too anxious.

However, the girl in her arms slowly opened her eyes and looked at him calmly.

The two looked at each other, and Ying Sixue sighed.

"Stop screaming, people are not dead yet."

Yang Xuming breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this familiar voice.

But Ying Sixue suddenly panicked again.

"Fuck! Master Yang, your wound... the amount of bleeding is huge!"

Ying Sixue hurriedly covered Yang Xuming's wound with her hand, "Hurry up and stand, I'll bandage it for you."

Immediately afterwards, Ying Sixue took off her coat directly, and used this thin coat to surround Yang Xuming's chest, trying to plug the wound.

But in fact, after the soul-recruiting banner was pulled out, Yang Xuming's wound no longer bleeds much.

Standing in place and letting Ying Sixue help him simply bandage the wound, Yang Xuming stared at the burly figure in the blood-clad hat at the entrance of the mourning hall.

After moving away from him, this burly figure has now extinguished the dark ghost fire burning on his body.

While Yang Xuming looked at it, it was also looking at Yang Xuming.

The air was filled with the ferocity of blood evil.

The blood-stained spirit-bearing flag fell to the side, and the blood on it was gradually absorbed by the flag cloth.

After his death, the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat issued a sullen roar.

It slammed the spirit-bearing banner, and the two bells on the banner rang with crisp sound.

"Wow!!"

In the terrifying roar like a roar of a wild beast, this burly figure rushed towards Yang Xuming directly.

The bell in its hand shook vigorously, and the bell kept ringing.

Yang Xuming quickly raised his left hand, pointed his palm to the front, and sprayed out a dark ghost fire.

However, when the black flames rushed to the vicinity of the soul-recruiting banner, they were directly extinguished by an unknown force, and they could not get close to the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming was startled suddenly.

He kicked Ying Sixue's stomach, and only had time to kick the girl away, and the burly figure in the blood-clad hat roared and rushed in front of him.

This time, the other party didn't stab Yang Xuming with a spirit-bearing banner, but stretched out a thick palm like a fan and grabbed Yang Xuming coldly.

It's like catching a baby chicken.

But Yang Xuming waved Frostmourne directly, and instantly cut off the palm that he had caught.

The moment the blood-red evil spirit gushed out from the wound, the severed palm did not fall, but continued to grab Yang Xuming.

Seems to have his own life.

"Depend on!"

Yang Xuming hurriedly backed away, and another sword blade split the flying palm.

He shouted, "Yang Jing! Come again, your only son will really be killed by you!"

"Are you going to make the Yang family a queen!"

Yang Xuming's shouts were sincere, but it was a pity that the other party had no response, and it was no longer something that could be touched by such words.

The bell rang frantically, and as the hoisting flag approached, Yang Xuming, who was madly urging the ghost fire, felt a sudden pain in his mind, as if he was being pierced by hundreds of millions of needles at the same time. It was uncomfortable.

The dark ghost fire burning on his body suddenly stagnated and all went out.

At the same time, in the mourning hall behind Yang Xuming's father, the head suddenly flew out again.

All the black ghost fires that had wrapped it had disappeared, and it had once again returned to its indifferent expression.

It's just that when the rotten eyes looked at Yang Xuming, the expressions of resentment and hatred were clearly shining in their eyes.

The pain caused by Yang Xuming's black ghost fire has completely angered this headless female ghost of unknown origin.

It was screaming and flew towards Yang Xuming, the blood-red tentacles squirming at the bottom of the neck were shaking crazily, and it seemed that Yang Xuming could not wait to be hanged.

Yang Xuming once again fell into a desperate stalemate facing two big ghosts at the same time.

And this time, the burly figure in the blood cloak was even calmer, knowing the ability to suppress Yang Xuming with a bell.

The distance between the two parties was so close that Yang Xuming didn't even dare to provoke a ghost fire, otherwise the brain would suffer the pain of a needle stick in the first instant.

Is this a dead end...

Yang Xuming's eyes were a little desperate.

At this time, he had already lost too much blood, his face was pale, his feet were vacant, and he was barely able to stand still.

Dragging such a body to deal with two such terrifying ghosts... Even if his ghost fire is upgraded, he can't win!

Yang Xuming's body was dripping blood continuously.

The blood that gushed out of his wound, under the action of gravity, kept dripping downwards.

Tick-tick-

The snow under Yang Xuming's feet has long been stained red with blood.

He just froze in the blood-red snow, watching the two ghosts rushing forward one after another.

Then, a pale hand slowly stretched out from the red-stained snow under Yang Xuming's feet.

The cold wind suddenly came here.

The two ghosts who rushed towards Yang Xuming immediately froze in place, staring at Yang Xuming's back.

They seem to feel the danger of horror.

In the small courtyard, the little snow that had been falling stopped.

The dark sky suddenly began to shake violently, like a TV screen with signal interference, and pixel errors appeared.

Then, there was a terrible thud in everyone's ears.

Boom-boom-boom-

The sound was like something horrible hitting the wall outside the gate separated by the wall.

Hearing that voice, everyone in the small courtyard felt an indescribable panic.

boom--

boom--

boom--

One sound, another sound, another sound.

The sound of smashing the door became louder and closer, and finally even heard Yang Xuming's eardrum pain.

He raised his head in astonishment, and watched as a crack appeared in the dark night sky.

——Yes, it's a crack.

The dark night sky shattered like a pixel board.

Finally, with a deafening roar of horror that resembled a huge glass wall being smashed to pieces, a cold and violent wind that had never been seen before suddenly descended on this small courtyard.

The countless snow on the ground was swept wildly in the yard by the wind.

Lin Qiu and Ying Sixue in the yard were blown away by the wind and snow, and they almost couldn't open their eyes. They could only hold the stone benches or pillars beside them in horror to prevent themselves from being blown away.

The two big ghosts at the entrance of the mourning hall made angry and stern roars and howls at the same time, the bells on the spirit-bearing flags trembled frantically, and the harsh and hurried bells seemed to be frantically warning of something.

Finally, the wind stopped.

It suddenly came to this small courtyard, swept everything, and seemed to suddenly disappear from all the terrifying wind blowing.

The disappearance was extremely abrupt.

But the two Li ghosts at the door of the mourning hall uttered a threatening roar at the same time.

Their heads were all aimed at Yang Xuming's back.

The sight, all stayed there.

On the face of the human head suspended in mid-air, the expression on the human head has become hideous and terrifying, like a hyena screaming and angry because of danger.

In the sky, heavy snow like feathers was slowly falling.

The snow in this world seems to be bigger.

Yang Xuming stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move.

An extremely familiar, yet extremely terrifying coldness was spreading to his body along with his limbs.

In the wind and snow, behind him, a figure stood quietly.

A scary figure wearing a blood-red wedding gown.

Plum!