The evil ghosts were like a forest, fierce phantoms, a large crowd frantically surged, ghost Qi overwhelming, chilling to the bone.
Chu Hao wore ancient armor, his robe fluttered, his gaze solemn yet carrying evil Qi, he said, "What does this Taoist Master fear from you evil ghosts?"
He brandished the Greenwood Flame Fan, like a palm leaf fan, with large leaves, fanning forward.
Instantly, the sky-burning fire swept through, green flames glowing red in the void, the scorching flames made a large number of evil ghosts scream, the flames weren't ordinary, they were the Greenwood Flame, one of the Samadhi True Fires, how could ordinary evil ghosts withstand it?
This burn caused a group of evil ghosts to fall.
"Ding... The host killed five hundred evil ghosts, counted into the number for the title of slaughter."
Despite this, the evil ghosts were not afraid at all, crazily charging, ghosts everywhere in the sky and ground, a darkened world with innumerable shadows.
