Chapter 1347 - Scarlet Demon Ghost

Long Chen laughed coldly in his heart. The reason why he spoke up for Zhuo Xuanming was to give him the false impression that Long Chen was weak. Even if he couldn't stop the small team from the Asura Sword Prison from blocking the mysterious existence, once Zhuo Xuanming speaks up, he could use this reason to give the small team from the Asura Sword Prison a devastating blow.

Along the way, the Asura Sword Prison Team was full of joy and laughter, but Long Chen's side was like an internal strife. Everyone was silent.

Along the way, the Ghost Clan increased in number, and some other ghosts even appeared.

Zhuo Xuanming had just used his Sword Qi to take care of a tall and powerful Ghost Clan, and after looking around, he noticed that the people around were all killing, and suspiciously asked: "Why is there more and more Ghost Clan? We did not have as many as before."

The others also started to complain.

Although they were slightly stronger than the Ghost Clan, their physical body, regeneration ability, attack power, and so on were all pretty good. A dozen of them were still okay, but with hundreds of them surrounding them and attacking them crazily, it was very troublesome.

Everyone was in a sorry state as they fought their way out of the encirclement.

The Ghost Clan did not pursue them, because they remained where they were, devouring the corpses of their companions.

After they died, the strange iron chains that had been left on their bodies turned into iron sc.r.a.ps that were blown away by the cold wind.

"When we first arrived here, we didn't even see one after walking for half a day. Now, it's good, there's a lot of them everywhere. Basically, every 15 minutes, there's a large number of them!" One of the Asura Sword Prison Team warrior said.

Long Chen and the other two did not say anything.

It had been three days, and the feeling that made Long Chen's hair stand on end was still there. This meant that the weird guy that made people feel terror was still following them.

Long Chen shook his head and said: "I can only wait and see, but I did discover something."

"What is it?" The members of the Evil Dragon Palace's team all turned to look at him.

Long Chen said: "When we kill those Ghost Clan members, the stronger the Ghost Clan, the more furious they will be. The one behind will probably feel, so it's best if we don't do anything now, even if we have to kill them, let the people from the Asura Sword Prison go and anger him, then we can take this opportunity to escape."

Mo Xiaolang understood.

However, just at this time, the surrounding Ghost Clan people suddenly scattered apart in a sorry state. Long Chen and the others walked into the middle of a group of sinister looking mountains, where the mountain peaks were extremely tall, like demonic claws that shot into the sky, grabbing at the sky.

The cold, gloomy wind whistled between the mountain walls.

Those from the Asura Sword Prison didn't even sense Qin Wentian's presence as they rushed in that direction.

Long Chen informed Mo Xiaolang and Li Xuanji, and the three of them understood.

RUU…!

Everyone felt the ground shake as they quickly took precautions!

At this moment, with an explosive sound, a gigantic and precipitous mountain peak was actually knocked over before them, and smashed towards the convoy with a loud bang. Demonic Dragon Hall Team and Shura Sword Prison's team dodged in two different directions, and after the mountain peak fell to the ground, dust flew everywhere, and a loud and coa.r.s.e voice entered Long Chen's group's field of vision.

This giant ghost had a head like a wild beast, and was even more ferocious than the average ghost. It had two pairs of fierce fangs. It was like a red knife, and a terrifying aura of savagery and death erupted from its body.

Just like other ghosts, many black chains grew from his body, intertwining with his flesh and blood and making him look quite disgusting.

"It's actually the Scarlet Demon Ghost!" Someone from the Asura Sword Prison team cried out in alarm.

Long Chen looked over there and saw that their expressions were quite serious. From his own perception, this being called Scarlet Demon Ghost should have fighting strength comparable to Ninth Stage of the Divine Martial Stage.

There was a distance of seven or eight miles between them. With such a ma.s.sive body, he was able to instantly arrive here. From this, it could be seen that his speed was extremely fast!

Weng! *

It used its thick arm to pat its chest, and then charged towards the Asura Sword Prison Team. The squads of the Asura Sword Prison were all very serious, and other than Zhuo Xuanming, the other four people were all heading towards the Scarlet Demon Ghost to kill.

Four Peak of the 9th Stage of the Divine Martial Realm Sword Fighter s faced a Scarlet Demon, and each of them took out their own sword. Long Chen took a look, and saw that they were all actually terrifying Dao artifacts, but they did not have any Dao patterns.

However, for them, this was more than enough.

The martial artists of the Asura Sword Prison were truly terrifying. When fighting, they simply didn't need to defend. Each one of their moves was aimed at the Scarlet Demon Ghost and didn't even get close!

This kind of fighting style was the Scarlet Demon Ghost's weakness. In terms of body, they were much more nimble than Scarlet Demon Ghost.

"Brother Long, you can't just let my Asura Sword Prison's people go and enjoy the show, right?" Just then, Zhuo Xuanming looked over and shouted coldly.

In reality, his back was covered in cold sweat because when the four fellows were fighting the Scarlet Demon Ghost, the terrifying existence behind them was actually enraged.

Long Chen could clearly feel his anger, so at this moment, let alone taking action, he was already prepared to escape.

Clang clang clang!

The Scarlet Demon Ghost issued a miserable howl as his arms crazily danced in the air. A black iron chain shot towards the martial artist in the air. The martial artist hastily used his sword to block, but that terrifying force still sent him flying backwards, vomiting blood!

Long Chen had just praised those four people.

At this time, Zhuo Xuanming was trying to intimidate Long Chen and the others.

After the Scarlet Demon Ghost fell to the ground, the four Sword Fighter s gasped for breath and approached them. One of them had the heaviest injuries, and almost fell to the ground.

When they said this, they did not see the suffocating expressions on Long Chen and the others.

"He" was approaching …

He was not listening to what Zhuo Xuanming was saying at all, but felt that guy's position. He got closer and closer, and just as Zhuo Xuanming finished speaking, a miserable scream came from behind him. Everyone looked over, and was immediately stunned.

Out of the four warriors, the one at the back had his head missing. Only a headless body was still standing there.

Everyone was stunned.

The headless body and head seemed to have been bitten off by some kind of creature. There were bite marks left on the broken part. It wasn't cut using a weapon at all …

The so called Azure-purple swords did not attack, it was not far from the dead warrior, but even they could not see who did it clearly. Only Long Chen and the others could see a black shadow suddenly shooting towards them.

The person who lost his head was the person who killed the Scarlet Demon Ghost in the last move.

Without saying a word, Long Chen and the other two had chosen to flee, and with a shua sound, they disappeared from where they were. Zhuo Xuanming was stunned for a moment, and at that moment, he also felt that hair-raising aura. Junior Brother's death made him think of a legend, a legend that would make people's hair stand on end.

The Azure-purple swords's face was also very pale. They, who were the strongest, ran the fastest.

whoos.h.i.+ng

A cold wind swept by.

On the ground, a black shadow swept past once again, the black chains dragging the ground with tinkling sounds.