At this moment, the horse-faced ghost's face was filled with astonishment. It didn't reply, but it kept muttering:
"You're really Shen Luo? Impossible, impossible … How could you be here? How could you still be alive? "
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Shen Luo was shocked by his brainless words and scolded him.
"Quick … Quickly put me down. I have something to say to you!" The horse-faced ghost finally regained its senses and hurriedly shouted in excitement.
After a moment of hesitation, Shen Luo felt that the horse-faced ghost's aura wasn't threatening at all. He immediately circulated the Fa Li in his body and flowed it through his meridians into the short spear in his hand.
As the short spear rose in a circle of flames, he discovered that the Fa Li in his dantian was quite abundant. It was clear that he had maintained the state of cultivating the third layer of the Nameless Heavenly Book.
He took a step forward and raised the short spear towards the black ropes binding the horse-faced ghost. A layer of flames sliced upwards like a blade, cutting the black ropes apart.
The horse-faced ghost fell from the copper pillar and staggered as it knelt on the ground. The white mane behind its head spread out.
Just as it raised its head, the tip of a fire spear was pressed against its forehead.
"Speak, how do you know me?" Shen Luo sternly reprimanded.
The horse-faced ghost had a strange expression on its face. Just as it was about to speak, the sacrificial altar beneath it suddenly shook violently. That rhythm was as if there was a huge monster moving towards them.
The green ghost flames on the white bone statues to the side also flickered with trembling.
Shen Luo only felt that his mind was trembling along with the sacrificial altar beneath his feet. Just as he was wondering what was happening, he suddenly felt a chill run down his back. For some unknown reason, he felt somewhat flustered.
Immediately after, he heard a series of shouts of "Black Mountain, Black Mountain" from the direction of the tremors. That voice was sometimes far and sometimes close. It was somewhat indistinct. Sometimes it was like a person shouting, sometimes it was like ten thousand people shouting. It was truly indescribably strange.
"Crap, it's Old Demon Black Mountain!" the horse-faced ghost yelled as it crawled up from the ground.
Shen Luo wasn't in the mood to interrogate the horse-faced ghost any further. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a huge black mountain vaguely appear in the distance.
Even though he did not know what kind of monster the Witch of the Black Mountain was, he knew that it was not easy to deal with just by looking at the current situation. Therefore, he hurriedly picked up all the short spears on the ground and carried them on his back. Then he turned around and trotted. He jumped off the altar and planned to leave this place as soon as possible.
"Hey, Shen Luo, wait for me …" The horse-faced ghost shouted as it jumped off the altar and chased after Shen Luo.
Shen Luo didn't pay any attention to the horse-faced ghost and continued to run forward.
Just like that, the man and the ghost dashed in the opposite direction from the Old Demon of the Black Mountain, one in front and one behind.
However, before they could run far, Shen Luo heard a gust of wind whistling behind him. He couldn't help but look back. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart.
He saw that the yellow clouds above the altar suddenly surged rapidly, and a huge distorted ghost face appeared in it.
The ghost face's face was blurry, and only the vague outline of its facial features could be seen. Its mouth suddenly opened wide, and a huge hole that spanned across its entire face appeared. The yellow clouds inside were tumbling and rolling, and there was a soul-stirring suction force.
Then, Shen Luo saw that the whole altar under the huge face began to shake violently. Suddenly, it rose from the ground. Amidst the screams of the ghosts, it flew into the huge face's mouth together with the ten skeletons.
"Hehe, don't even think about escaping …" A strange laughter came from the sky.
However, the giant face suddenly tilted. It changed from looking down on the ground to looking forward at an angle. The yellow clouds around it suddenly became incomparably dark. They turned into whistling gales and chased after Shen Luo and the others.
Shen Luo cursed in his heart, but he didn't know what to do. He could only run forward with all his might.
"Shen Luo, it's useless. The Old Demon of the Black Mountain is an Out-of-Body Ghost King. You and I can't escape at all." The horse-faced ghost shouted from behind.
As soon as his voice fell, the yellow clouds above their heads suddenly turned pitch-black. The clouds in the middle churned violently, and an incomparably huge black hand stretched out from within. It was like a five-fingered mountain that came crashing down.
Shen Luo looked up and saw that the huge hand was really big enough to cover the sky. With their speed, they couldn't run out of the range covered by it. It was meaningless to continue to run forward.
"If we die, then we die. Let's fight …" He made up his mind. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around.
He raised his hand and took a short spear from his body. After infusing magic power into it, he held it with one hand and ran forward. He waved his arm and threw it diagonally upward.
The moment the magic power was infused into the short spear, a circle of red flames rose on the surface. With a burst of sound, it shot toward the huge black hand like an arrow.
"Boom!" a loud explosion was heard!
The moment the flame short spear hit the huge hand, it exploded directly.
However, the small spear was too small compared to the sky-covering giant hand. Even if it exploded, it was only like a small firework in the night sky. After a flash, it immediately dissipated.
The huge black hand didn't even stop for a moment, and it continued to press down.
"It's useless, you can't stop it …" The horse-faced ghost stood side by side with Shen Luo and shook his head repeatedly.
Shen Luo frowned. He took another short spear from his body and infused it with magic power again. It turned into a flame short spear and flew through the air.
One spear flew out, followed by another spear. The whistling sound was heard again and again.
In a single breath, he threw out the remaining six flaming short spears as if they were ordinary weapons.
Although he couldn't really control the magic weapons, the power that he exerted by brute force and magic power was far beyond the power of ordinary practitioner weapons.
"Boom boom boom …"
The sound of explosions in the sky continued to explode. The power of the flame spears was stacked layer by layer. Finally, from a small firework, it converged into a huge sea of fire.
Shen Luo didn't care about the result. After a little groping in his sleeve, he took out the small spear that was about a foot long and emitted a threatening cold air.
He held the small spear tightly with both hands. The nameless art in his body was quickly activated. All of his magic power gushed out from his dantian without reservation. Almost all of it was poured into the spear.
The small spear suddenly emitted a white light. It directly grew into a ten feet long ice spear.
"Go!"
Shen Luo shouted. Once again, he used all of his strength and threw the ice spear diagonally upward.
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