The Ghost King was in mid-air, like a walk. If he hadn't been prepared before, he wouldn't have been injured by a Buddha's stick, but even if he was attacked by a sneak attack, this injury would be insignificant to him.

"Boy, I am becoming more and more interested in you. When I catch you, I will definitely make you unable to survive or die."

The Ghost King said with a smile as he walked, then his figure slowly faded and finally disappeared.

Xiao Yu ignored the Ghost King behind him, and still sat on the paper horse and flew forward.

And at this moment, a ball of black shadow slowly condensed together a hundred meters in front of him, and then the body of the Ghost King slowly condensed out.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu couldn't help panic. He slapped the paper horse's head, and the other party turned around and flew in other directions.

"You can't escape"

The Ghost King's voice came out, and then the Ghost King's arms suddenly grew longer, and under Xiao Yu's horrified gaze, he grabbed the paper horse.

Now that she is in mid-air, Xiao Yu has nowhere to hide, so she can only wave the scepter in her hand and smash it hard towards her palm.

The other direction was a little afraid of this Buddha stick, and he did not collide head-on, but his arms were scattered, like several black giant pythons, blocking the space around Xiao Yu.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu felt a move in his heart, and the Yin-Yang Peach Wood Sword roared out and slashed directly at the arm.

The black arms were like vines, and in an instant it rolled around Xiao Yu into a cylinder. The wooden sword flew out and slashed directly on the black arms.

There was only a sound of sniffing, and the black arm was cut into a big hole under Xiao Yu's attack, and the black air continued to dissipate.

Just as the crack appeared, it repaired and closed again, and then continued to surround Xiao Yu's future.

At this time, the Ghost King flashed over Xiao Yu's head, with a gloomy smile on his snow-white face, which made Xiao Yu's heart sank.

"Boy, if you are a mantised and you are a chariot, you will be unable to escape even if you use paper men and horses, so now, go to die."

The Ghost King laughed proudly, stretched out his hand and slapped towards Xiao Yu with a light touch.

Before his palm arrived, a powerful yin wind began to condense, causing the paper horse under Xiao Yu to neigh for a long time. Then the paper horse could not bear the pressure and directly dispersed, turning into pieces of paper and floating down. Xiao Yu's body also fell rapidly.

"Ah...help..."

Xiao Yu screamed in fear like a conditioned reflex, and the whistling wind came from his ears, and the clothes on his body were also tightly attached to his body.

When Xiao Yu noticed his condition, he moved his heart, and a layer of white light surged out from all over his body, wrapping him inside, and the sound of the wind instantly became much smaller.

"What should I do? Isn't it going to fall into a meat paste if I continue!"

While his body fell, Xiao Yu was thinking about how to relieve this part of the falling momentum.

At this moment, a dark cloud in the sky quickly condensed into shape and turned into a palm, which was larger than the hands of the ghost monk at the time. Although the palm was blurry, a few fingers were clearly visible.

"Haha, what a fool."

The Ghost King stood in the air, pressing his palm gently downwards, and the giant black cloud hand in the air seemed to have sensed it and quickly fell towards Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu could have imagined that at his current falling speed, if he was slapped by the other party, he would definitely be directly patted into a meat pie.

The palm came in an instant, and a powerful wave of air spread out to all sides, causing Xiao Yu to fall faster again.

"Damn it, even if you die, you will hurt you."

Xiao Yu cursed angrily in his heart, and a wooden sword appeared in his hand, and spiritual energy poured in. Then he turned around and slashed towards the sky with a sudden sword.

A two or three meters long white light flew out from the wooden sword and directly collided with the big hand in the sky. The big hand was transformed by the yin energy, and the peach wood sword was just right to restrain it. Moreover, the wooden sword in Xiao Yu's hand was not an ordinary wooden sword.

So after the sword was drawn, the huge palm was immediately cut by the wooden sword, and the speed of the decline was slightly paused.

When the black palm was cut, the Ghost King couldn't help but frowned, then raised his hand and saw a two or three centimeter-long mark on the palm of his hand, which was clearly visible.

"It turns out that it's not an ordinary thing, it can hurt me, a good thing."

The Ghost King Wu Xuan smiled unexpectedly, then continued to follow Xiao Yu and landed below.

Seeing that it was less than a hundred meters away from the ground, Xiao Yu's heart was filled with throat. Fortunately, the place where Xiao Yu fell was a forest, and the plants looked very small.

"A gamble."

Xiao Yu sighed inwardly, and a roll of silver thread was added in his hand for no reason. He tied one end to himself and held the other end in his hand. When approaching the treetops, he aimed at the opportunity and threw out the thread in his hand, just around a big branch.

Silver wire is not ordinary wire, it is stronger than ordinary steel wire. There is basically no problem holding a person.

The two ends of the silver wire were pulled, and when Xiao Yu was about to land, he suddenly stopped. Then, with a click, the branch tied with steel wire broke directly under the powerful impact of Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu continued to fall.

With the previous pull of the silver wire, the momentum has basically been relieved. Now Xiao Yu is only more than ten meters high from the ground. This height is not at all poses a threat to a monk.

The spiritual energy surged out of his body. When Xiao Yu landed on the ground, he quickly rolled over and cushed all the falling power. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the scene in the sky before, Xiao Yu felt a sense of fear. If he really fell down from the sky, he would probably be finished.

Behind Xiao Yu, the dark palm also fell silently, but Xiao Yu took two steps and ran forward. Now, as long as he throws away the Ghost King, he has a chance to escape.

But when the big hand hit the big trees, it slowly disappeared, and finally turned into black gas and disappeared.

At the same time, the Ghost King disappeared. After running for five or six minutes, Xiao Yu did not find the other party's existence, but he did not dare to take it lightly and continued to run forward.

But after running dozens of meters away, Xiao Yu suddenly stood there, because in front of him, the Ghost King was wrapping his hands around his chest, and he looked at Xiao Yu with a playful look on his face.

"Don't run away, aren't you very good at running?"

The Ghost King looked at Xiao Yu and sneered.

Xiao Yu did not answer and continued to run in the other direction, but at this time, the Ghost King suddenly punched him. Xiao Yu had just run a few steps and was hit in the back with a punch. His body couldn't help but fly out more than ten meters, and he began to vomit blood in his mouth.

"You used to play with you, but you really thought you had some skills, but now I won't play with you."

After saying that, the Ghost King waved his long sleeves, and a stream of Yin Qi turned into a long whip, curled Xiao Yu's body and dragged it backwards.
Chapter completed!