My life of martial arts training

"Forget it." Shen Yuan retracted his gaze without hesitation. This kind of uncertain thing is the most difficult to deal with.

Keeping a distance is the most correct choice. He doesn't want to encounter something like Blackwater Town again. It is unwise to put himself in danger for a little benefit.

Yan Qilan was not disappointed. She took the ghost gourd into her body and looked forward.

"Uncle, I have tried my best." Wang Zhong said in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, do you know other ghost sealers?" Shen Yuan asked again.

"Are you possessed? Antiques and aliens, why do you like these unreliable things?" Wang Zhong said in a deep voice.

"You don't understand." Shen Yuan shook his head, looking unfathomable.

"Nonsense, why do I ask you if I understand." Wang Zhong's face darkened, and then he said;

"I do know a few ghost sealers. I will introduce them to you, but they may not agree."

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Wang." Shen Yuan looked happy and thanked.

The lives of the aliens and the sealers are intertwined. Although Shen Yuan only wanted to touch them, it was still difficult to gain their trust. However, with Wang Zhong's introduction, the difficulty would be reduced a lot.

"Did you take some magic medicine? Why do I feel that your breath has jumped up a bit?" Wang Zhong cast a puzzled look.

"Is it true?"

Shen Yuan didn't understand and asked back: "We have been separated for less than a day. What kind of magic medicine can be so fast?"

"That's right." Wang Zhong nodded silently.

"Uncle Wang's perception is so strong? Is it because of the ghost pen?" Shen Yuan thought to himself.

[Strength]; 5.3

[Constitution]; 5.4

[Agility]; 5.2

[Spirit]; 5.2

Source of Chaos; 600%.

The source of chaos that was obtained with great difficulty has returned to the pre-liberation period.

But all this is worth it. The overall strength has increased by 30%. It used to take three or four years to reach the bottleneck, but now it only takes three years at most.

The spiritual perception range of 47 feet increased by 10 feet this time. His own body was strong enough to withstand 300 times the ultra-high frequency vibration.

His current strength is not at all inferior to that of the Yunqi Realm.

A quarter of an hour later.

The team stopped, and there was a dense forest a few miles ahead.

In the center of the forest, a huge black shrine stood in the air, and the ghost charm spread like black fog. When the trees touched the ghost charm, they withered and died.

The team obeyed the orders, and the soldiers watched this scene quietly, their eyes like hawks, without a trace of fear.

Wang Zhong took out a bead and crushed it. A ball of white mist filled the surroundings, surrounding everyone.

After the resentful ghost revived again, he did not need to speak, and he could release the medium just by seeing people, so he had to use means to block the sight of the resentful ghost, otherwise the team would become ghost slaves before it even started.

The beads that Wang Zhong crushed were called 'Ghost-Blocking Miasma', which could block the sight of the aliens for a certain period of time. The strategic value of 'Ghost-Blocking Miasma' was extremely high. If the threat of the resentful ghosts was not too great this time, the higher-ups would not have taken out such strategic materials at all.

"Get ready." Wang Zhong raised his hand to signal.

"Snap!"

The sound of arrows and bows being drawn in unison, the ghost-breaking bow was pulled into a full moon. With the injection of strength, the patterns on the ghost-breaking bow lit up, and the scorching energy poured into the ghost-killing arrow.

Trees fell one by one at a rapid speed, and the resentful ghost shrine was getting closer and closer to them.

When the last row of trees disappeared, the figures of the ghost slaves were exposed to their eyes. They looked respectful and pious, holding a small shrine in their arms, and wisps of black ghost charm flowed out of the shrine.

There were tens of thousands of ghost slaves, but they did not make a sound when they walked.

"Shoot!!"

With Wang Zhong's order, although there were only a few hundred people, the arrows shot out were like thousands of arrows, covering the sky like a swarm of locusts. Each arrow shone with golden light, as if the afterglow of the sun was sprinkled on the arrow feathers. These arrows were like golden raindrops, densely intertwined, forming a suffocating arrow net.

They shot at the ghost slaves with amazing speed and power, with the sound of breaking wind, and flashed across the sky like lightning!

The ghost shrine burst out a vast ghost rhyme, and the ghost rhyme instantly formed a huge sky curtain, covering all the ghost slaves.

Although the ghost-killing arrow was only coated with a layer of red gold, the ghost rhyme still could not affect the arrow.

When the two intersected, the golden arrow instantly tore the ghost rhyme sky curtain, and the extremely sharp arrowhead penetrated the body of the ghost slave and nailed them to the ground.

Cracks appeared on the ghost-killing arrow, and the next moment, a hot flame ignited and engulfed the ghost slave.

The death of a large number of ghost slaves reduced the size of the ghost shrine in the sky.

Three hundred sharpshooters drew their arrows and bows, leaving afterimages at a fast speed. Rounds of arrows were shot out one after another, leaving the ghosts no room to fight back, but the "ghost-hiding miasma" was also weakened a lot. Wang Zhong crushed the second ghost-hiding miasma in time, which was also the last one.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that fighting is the most expensive." Shen Yuan looked at the arrows in the sky like a torrential rain and marveled.

This ghost-killing arrow was coated with at least one catty of red gold. Two hundred and fifty thousand arrows means two hundred and fifty thousand catties. With the loss of the ghost-breaking bow, the value is inestimable!

If it was just one force, the loss this time would definitely be a serious injury.

In just a dozen breaths, only one or two thousand of the tens of thousands of ghost slaves were left, but the ghost-killing arrows were also used up.

"Go back." Seeing that the time had come, Wang Zhong ordered.

"Yes." A general said respectfully, and led his men away quickly. The next battle was not something they could participate in.

"I will hold back the ghost shrine. Shen Yuan and Su Ziyi, you two quickly kill the remaining ghost slaves, Yan Qilan assists." Wang Zhong quickly gave orders, and the ghost pen in his hand exploded and turned into a seven-foot-long spear.

"Yes." The three said in unison.

The four shot out and rushed towards the remaining ghost slaves.

After a round of consumption, the ghost shrine, which was originally ten feet high, was only three feet high at this moment, and the degree of terror was greatly reduced.

Although the loss was heavy, the faces of the ghost slaves were still neither sad nor happy. Their lips moved, holding the shrine, and they walked forward slowly.

The three-foot ghost shrine, the ghost rhyme wave rushed over, and was mixed with dozens of red lines.

"Kill."

Wang Zhong roared, waving the spear in his hand in the air, the ghost rhyme was like ink, and a big "kill" word was swayed, cold and piercing.

The word "kill" collided with the ghost rhyme of the resentful ghost. The two continued to intertwine and melt, and a circle of black storm swept in all directions.

But the dozens of red lines were not affected and still shot towards the four people.

Wang Zhong looked solemn and took out a pale broken hand. A hair was wrapped around each of the four fingers of the broken hand.