The white bone cage, a hundred feet away from Ning'an, is also covered with a layer of felt. However, looking at its shape, it still looks extremely large compared to Ning'an.

Not long after the cage fell, a blurred human figure with a yin energy suddenly appeared from the middle of the arena. It was the ghost fog man in Gou Ping's mouth.

After seeing its scarlet eyeballs, it gave strange syllables to the surroundings, like a sharp whistle and a whisper in the abyss, making people feel a sense of fear in their hearts.

Even though Ning'an has sound insulation protection, the sound is still heard clearly, as if it is coming out of the bottom of his heart, and he is a little surprised.

As the sound of the ghost fog spread, the spectators around the arena seemed to be angry. At first, they cursed in pieces, but later they turned into collective angrily. Fortunately, Ning An was not upset when he heard it, but was a little surprised why these spectators became excited.

At this moment, Gou Ping's voice came from the black chess, "The Yinsha clan's best secret technique, when encountering it, it is very likely that it will be attacked by it in a moment and become a crazy person. It is extremely terrifying, but here, it dare not attack you at will."

"What did it just say? Why did the ghosts around it get restless?" Ning An asked with a frown.

"It's nothing, I just said that you are a trialist, these spectators are very jealous of you." Gou Ping chuckled.

After working here for more than 300 years, he naturally knew many things that ordinary people could not know. For example, this soul-locking arena can be called a small underworld, and everyone's souls are controlled by the judge and cannot enter the six reincarnations.

Gou Ping couldn't imagine what kind of power he created this Onitum and the arena, but it is certain that the judge was only one of them, and he and Guiwu were also on the job, both of which were the lowest-level ones, but Guiwu relied on his strength to beat him.

Seeing that the spectators around him had been successfully aroused by anger, the ghost mist's eyes were slightly dazzling red. He turned around and pointed behind him. Suddenly, the white bone cage as high as seven or eight feet was opened directly.

"Ao!"

With a roar, a horse-faced skeleton about six feet tall strode out of the cage

I saw him holding a thick chain three or four feet long, his back foot was like a sheep's hooves, wrapped in gloomy green fire. Every time he took a step forward, he left a burning mark on the ground.

"The first trial was this ghost in the late stage of foundation building?" Gou Ping's voice was extremely shocked, and then he immediately said hurriedly, "Don't let it get close."

"Nonsense, you can remind you." Hearing Gou Ping's long-winded voice, Ning An immediately had the idea of ​​throwing away the chess piece.

After seeing Ning'an, the ghost in front of him did not see any movement. His body flashed rapidly and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived near Ning'an.

"What kind of body movement is this? It seems like teleportation." Although Ning An was surprised, his movements were not slow. He twisted his hand and flashed backwards, thinking about staying away from this strange horse-faced skeleton. He said that he would say more

"This horse-faced skeleton is the best at using restraint. Once it is entangled, there is basically no possibility of getting out of it." Gou Ping stood on the edge of the arena, biting his tattered clothes in his mouth, looking extremely nervous. In such a long time, he had only seen the horse-faced attack twice. Without exception, his opponents were directly entangled in chains and turned into powder.

Amid Gou Pingtin Ning'an's concern, the red light flashed in the horse's eyes. As his figure continued to flash, he swung the chains in his hand forward.

A man and a ghost were nearly a hundred feet apart, but the dark chain stretched forward several feet and then suddenly disappeared into the void. The next moment, it appeared strangely from Ning An's back, and rolled forward like lightning.

"Clang"

Seeing that the black iron chain was about to entangle Ning An, but after a loud shock, it was slightly bounced open. Ning An's body suddenly flashed forward and escaped from afar.

After he appeared again, he saw a blood-colored chain about a meter long wrapped around him, swaying constantly like a python.

"This trialist is actually a monk who uses chains?" Gou Ping's heart was beating. He saw the scene just now. If he was really trapped by the horse face, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After one hit, the horse face was stunned for a moment, and its body flashed quickly. Then it used the same trick again, and the chain in its hand swung forward again.

"Crash"

After a heavy sound, Ning An didn't even look at it. He pointed his fingers and the blood-colored chains immediately hovered up, protecting it firmly.

For a long time, due to the fragility of the runes on it, Ning An did not take them out to fight the enemy at will. Now that all the runes have collapsed, he has no scruples.

Unexpectedly, the material of the blood-colored chain was far beyond his imagination, and it was easy to directly knock back the opponent's magic weapon.

This man and a ghost kept testing each other during the pursuit. After a hundred rounds, the horse face was gradually extinguished. He took back the chain, roared on his back, and a roaring green fire appeared all over his body. Then his figure swayed slightly, and his huge body disappeared directly from the spot.

Seeing this, Ning An's pupils suddenly contracted. Just as he was about to move, a gust of wind came from behind him. The horse face actually crossed a hundred feet in one step and reached behind him. He was holding both ends of the chain in both hands and zipping towards him.

"Can't hide anymore." Looking at the surroundings that were closed, Ning An turned his fingers repeatedly. In an instant, blood-colored chains coiled around him like a spiral, wrapping him tightly and airtightly.

"Bang!"

The two magic weapons collided again, and there was a red light flash in the horse's eyes. After a angrily shout, the huge bone arm tightly tied the blood-colored gyro and tightened it hard.

But after a moment, the horse face looked a little surprised and suspicious. With all its strength, it still had no choice but to use the blood chain.

You should know that the black iron chain in its hand was extracted from the coldest dead energy. It is a very rare spiritual weapon. It is not only extremely destructive, but also difficult to distinguish. It is impossible to resist it. Not to mention that the aura of the monk in front of him is also very weak.

As soon as he thought of this, the horse face suddenly became furious, and the tragic green fire suddenly shook, and it turned into a red flame in an instant. But strangely, the flame had no temperature at all.

"Ao!"

As the ghost roared again

A strange scene happened

I saw that from outside the arena, a few red lights suddenly rose on many spectators.

As soon as the red light as the size of a finger appeared, it was attracted by the flames on the horse's face, and flew away quickly like a moth to the fire.

Thousands of red lights gathered together, and the sky above the horse's face suddenly seemed like a red cloud

"This trialist is indeed capable, but fortunately I have left a backhand and angered these spectators in advance." The ghost stood in the air above the arena, watching Hongyun gathering on the horse's face, and a sneer appeared.

(End of this chapter)
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