It turned out that Wang Fu did not escape, but hid his whereabouts and took the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

The vicious ghost's reaction was not unpleasant. The ancient ax pierced his body, and he immediately exploded with the power of ghost writing. The surging power poured out and hit Wang Fu with all his strength.

"Boom!"

Wang Fu flew out and lay on the ground motionless for a long time.

There were sounds of landslides and earth cracking all around. This was the sound of layers of mountain talismans being broken through and power dissipated.

"Why are you still standing there? Don't let Junior Brother Wang's sacrifice be in vain!"

Wei Zhongyuan shouted, and the three of them attacked the evil ghost.

The evil ghost was severely injured, and the ancient ax was still stuck in his chest. The power was like water in a broken bucket, and it quickly leaked out.

Therefore, Wei Zhongyuan and the others felt that they were becoming more and more comfortable in attacking.

After a while, the evil ghost was extremely exhausted. It was blown up into smoke several times, but was trapped by three people's spells and couldn't escape.

"Fire Clothes Sword Art!"

Wang Fu, who was supposed to be killed, suddenly entered the battlefield, waved to Gu Yue, and instantly ignited a raging flame, covering the upper body of the evil ghost, burning the ground and shaking the mountains.

"Junior Brother Wang, you are okay!"

Wang Fu patted his chest and said, "It's really okay."

Before he took action, he had layered the mountain talisman with a layer of heavy armor, removing 90% of the power of the ghost talisman.

Puff puff!
Chapter completed!