Chapter 449 Besieged
Lang Wumiao suddenly turned around, his expression changed drastically and he told Xu Zhenfeng and the others to leave quickly.
Xu Zhenfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that his actions might have been calculated by the Northern Ghost Emperor and his men.
The other great monks were also smart people. After they realized what Xu Zhenfeng was thinking, they turned around and rushed south together.
At this time, Lang Wumiao no longer cared about concealing the demonic aura on her body. She flashed and rushed in front of Xu Zhenfeng.
"Xiao Qi, follow me."
As soon as he uttered this sentence, a demonic aura gushed out of Lang Wumiao's mouth, and the countless ghost soldiers and generals blocking their way exploded out of thin air. The scattered ghost bodies turned to ashes before they could even fall to the ground.
A passage appeared in front of them, and Lang Wumiao rushed straight forward. Xu Zhenfeng and several great human monks followed behind her, continuously casting magic spells and knocking away countless ghost soldiers and generals who rushed to block their way.
Just as Xu Zhenfeng and Lang Wumiao were rushing towards the camp of the Five Senses Ghost King, a sharp and piercing laughter like the sound of metal exchange suddenly came from the sky.
"I knew that if you succeeded once, you would come back for a second time. Let's see where you can escape this time."
As these words were spoken, the sky over Eternal Night City became even darker, and Xu Zhenfeng looked up.
Then he saw a huge ghost with a burly figure, almost several times taller than the ghost next to him, standing majestically above the camp of the Five Senses Ghost King.
Behind him were rows of ghost soldiers and generals in full armor, holding various ghost weapons.
Xu Zhenfeng's heart suddenly went cold. He had sensed that a taboo-like change had suddenly occurred around the camp of the Five Senses Ghost King.
Behind him, a great cultivator of the human race exclaimed in a low voice: "Escape restriction!"
Xu Zhenfeng understood as soon as he heard it. The camp of the Five Senses Ghost King was surrounded by escape techniques and magic array restrictions.
These restrictions should have been set up long ago, and were only triggered when they appeared.
At this time, the unusually tall ghost had led the ghosts of all sizes behind him from the air and landed less than three feet in front of Lang Wumiao.
In the entire camp, densely packed ghosts surrounded Lang Wumiao and the others. Looking around, all they saw were ferocious ghost heads, rushing towards them, and there was no end in sight.
Xu Zhenfeng didn't know for a moment whether he had been betrayed by Commander Qi or whether the Northern Ghost Emperor had predicted their actions?
Lang Wumiao looked at the Northern Ghost Emperor in front of him with fierce eyes, knowing that this time it would not end well.
She also wanted to step forward to stop the Northern Ghost Emperor, allowing Xu Zhenfeng and the others to continue breaking through to the south.
Xu Zhenfeng said in a deep voice behind her: "Mom, let's not go south. They must have been prepared. Let's rush out of the city directly from here."
Lang Wumiao obeyed Xu Zhenfeng's orders, and several great human monks immediately turned around and rushed directly to the west side of the Five Senses Ghost King's camp closest to the outer city.
When the Northern Ghost Emperor saw that they changed direction, he hurriedly chased after them, but Lang Wumiao stopped him.
The other ghosts under the Ghost Emperor did not help him to besiege Lang Wumiao, and they all chased after Xu Zhenfeng and the others.
At this time, those great human monks had already begun to throw out balls that could blow large numbers of ghosts into nothingness.
The dozen or so big ghost generals who were chasing them slowed down their pursuit when they saw the enormous power of the ball.
The ghosts that were blocking their way were blasted out a passage by the ball.
They were running quite fast but not slowly. Xu Zhenfeng looked back at Lang Wumiao from time to time.
I saw Lang Wumiao fighting and retreating. The Northern Ghost Emperor was at the great perfection of the heavenly level. Although the ghosts were suppressed by the monsters, his realm was enough to make up for this natural suppression.
It was very difficult for Lang Wumiao to deal with this Great Perfection Ghost Emperor. If she wanted to escape alone, the Northern Ghost Emperor would not be able to stop her.
But she wanted to delay the Ghost Emperor and let Xu Zhenfeng and the others escape first, so she could only hold on and stop the Northern Ghost Emperor.
Just when Xu Zhenfeng and his men changed direction and fled, the Five Senses Ghost King who had disappeared appeared in front of them again.
In one hand the ghost king held a soul-calling banner that was so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood, and in the other hand he held a soul-beating whip, which he chopped down on the head of a great human monk who was clearing the way in front of him.
The great monk raised his hand, and two or three balls flew out of his hand and headed towards the chest of the Five Senses Ghost King.
The Five Senses Ghost King waved the soul-calling flag in his hand towards the two or three balls. The flag wrapped the balls, and then a muffled explosion came from the flag.
The soul-beating whip in his other hand had already touched the great monk's chest.
The great monk grabbed the whip head with his backhand and was about to snatch the soul-beating whip away, but suddenly he roared and threw the whip tail in his hand away.
Xu Zhenfeng had already rushed to his side, and with a glance, he saw that one of the great monk's palms had turned black, and the black was still spreading to his arm.
"Soul poison."
Another great monk also saw the changes in his fellow clansman's hands and couldn't help but shout in surprise.
Xu Zhenfeng didn't know what the Po Poison was, but he could tell from the name that this poison targeted the souls of humans.
He opened his mouth and spit out a ball of yellow flame, which sprayed towards the palm of the great monk.
The poisoned monk immediately understood Xu Zhenfeng's intention. Instead of dodging, he raised his poisoned hand towards the ball of fire spit out by Xu Zhenfeng.
I saw that the ball of fire was still burning in his hand, and the smell of burning flesh was in the air.
The great monk's palm was burned by the demonic fire, but the black color in his flesh gradually faded.
Seeing that the demon fire was effective against the soul poison, Xu Zhenfeng rushed to the Five Senses Ghost King, grabbed the soul-beating whip that he was whipping at again with one hand, and sprayed another ball of fire at the Five Senses Ghost King.
The Five Senses Ghost King's face changed drastically. He tried hard to pull back the soul-beating whip, while the soul-summoning flag in his other hand fluttered and rolled towards Xu Zhenfeng's figure.
He wanted to wrap Xu Zhenfeng's entire body in the flag.
Xu Zhenfeng had already replaced the ghost sword with a demon sword. The demon sword emitted a cold light and chopped at the flag rolled up by the soul-summoning banner, but it seemed like it was chopped into a ball of mud.
The blade passed by, but the flag of the soul-calling banner was not damaged at all.
Xu Zhenfeng immediately retracted the magic sword, and the Vajra of the Sun appeared in his palm.
He injected his demonic power into the vajra and stabbed it hard at the flagpole of the soul-calling banner. With a snap, the soul-calling banner that could withstand the explosion of two or three balls broke into two pieces.
The section of the flag fell to the ground and was stepped on by Xu Zhenfeng.
In order to avoid Xu Zhenfeng's evil fire, the Five Senses Ghost King had given up the soul-beating whip. Now that his soul-summoning banner was destroyed again, he became furious. He opened his mouth and spewed a ball of ghost fire at Xu Zhenfeng.
Xu Zhenfeng punched out, smashing the ghost fire into pieces.
A few small flames were clinging to his fists and were still burning.
A sharp pain came from his bones, and Xu Zhenfeng realized that he had overestimated the demon clan's suppression of ghosts.
He waved his fists hard, trying to shake off the flames, but he couldn't.
A great monk nearby took out a piece of black cloth from his arms and wrapped Xu Zhenfeng's fist.
At the moment when the cloth wrapped around his fist, the will-o'-the-wisp fires that were like maggots attached to his bones suddenly went out.
However, the burning pain had not completely disappeared. Xu Zhenfeng looked at the Five Senses Ghost King in front of him who took out another soul-calling banner.
Another ghost king appeared out of nowhere beside the Five Senses Ghost King. This ghost king had no ghost weapon in his hand, but the red light in his eyes was brighter than that of the Five Senses Ghost King.
His eyes were fixed on Xu Zhenfeng who was holding the vajra, and suddenly he disappeared beside the Five Senses Ghost King.
Seeing the ghost king suddenly disappear, Xu Zhenfeng's heart sank, and then he stabbed the vajra into the air to his right without hesitation.