Chapter Two Hundred Seventy
At this moment on Tomb Hill, chilling winds howled, and a horde of ghosts danced wildly.
If it were just a normal day, that would be it.
These lonely souls and wandering spirits, even if they ran into a person, would at most cause minor sickness. Stronger men could even walk through Tomb Hill at night without fearing the ghosts and remain unharmed.
But this Feng Shui Array was clearly no ordinary matter.
Under the propulsion of the Array.
These usually harmless lonely souls and wandering spirits, one by one turned fierce and vicious, transforming into Fierce Ghosts enveloped in heinous ghost Qi, seeking people to devour.
The moment Long Xiaoshan appeared on Tomb Hill.
All of these Fierce Ghosts roared and charged towards him, as if they wanted to devour Long Xiaoshan alive.
Long Xiaoshan's expression was stern, and he shouted loudly, "Back off!"
True Qi surged like roaring thunder, immediately dispersing most of the charging Evil Ghosts.
