Chapter 1793: Unworthy of Being a Son

The Ghost House is located in a dark valley, surrounded by lifeless black water, with death rising all year round and no living creatures at all.

The only direction not surrounded by black water is the front of the valley, which is also the entrance to the Ghost House.

Unlike other sects that would build a magnificent mountain gate at the entrance to show their power, the entrance of the Ghost House is a narrow path that can only accommodate one person.

The path is rugged and there are a large number of disciples guarding on both sides, and the security is extremely strict.

The Ghost House often collects the martial souls of soul cultivators and warriors in the big world, and there are many forces that have offended the Ghost House. Therefore, the entrance is not only built extremely small, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but also sent many good players in the house to guard the mountain gate to prevent enemies from coming.

The setting of the terrain, the arrangement of manpower, and the powerful attack and trap formations set up by the formation master at the entrance, for many years, many enemies of the Ghost House have repeatedly attacked, but they have always returned in vain, and no one has ever successfully entered the Ghost House!

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Suddenly, figures flew over from a distance and quickly moved towards the narrow path at the entrance of the Ghost House.

These figures were all extraordinary and agile, and they turned into afterimages while moving. If you don't observe carefully, you can't see anyone at all.

Soon, these people have arrived at the narrow path.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

However, at the moment when the first person stepped onto the narrow path, a series of crisp sounds came out, and the originally dark narrow path suddenly lit up with rays of light, illuminating the figures of these people, and none of them could hide.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The guards of the Ghost House who were patrolling on the mountains on both sides of the narrow path heard the alarm and shouted in surprise, and quickly drew their bows and shot arrows!

"Dare to sneak attack my Ghost House, don't you think about your own weight, shoot!"

A burly bearded man in a gray robe snorted coldly and swung his arm violently!

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

A sharp arrow with a cold glow cut through the air and swept towards the narrow path!

The people in the narrow path were obviously very skilled. They waved their weapons repeatedly and blocked the first round of sword rain. No one was injured!

However, before they could catch their breath, the second round of sword rain came again!

Then, the third round of sword rain came again!

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"..."

Finally, when the fourth round of sword rain fell, several figures reacted a little slower and were hit by the sharp arrows with a cold glow, killing them on the spot!

"Young Master, the defense of the Ghost House is too strict, we can't rush in at all!"

A man in black on the narrow path said to the man in black in front:

"We are afraid that we can't avenge our master today, so why not retreat for the time being and find an opportunity to come and avenge our master!"

"Hmph! The Ghost House kidnapped my father and took away his martial soul, causing my family to be destroyed. The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. The scene of my father's tragic death is vivid in my mind. When I close my eyes, I can only see the tragic scene that I can't accept! You can wait, but I can't wait at all!"

"Either destroy the Ghost House today to tell my father's spirit in heaven!"

"Or I will die here in battle and reunite with my dead father in the underworld!"

The man in black in the front screamed at the top of his voice, facing the rain of arrows that kept falling, without any intention of retreating.

"Protect the young master, let's rush through the narrow path and avenge the dead master!"

The man in black who spoke showed helplessness on his face. He knew that if he continued to attack, there would be heavy casualties, but he still gritted his teeth and ordered everyone to rush forward!

The men in black were full of momentum, and they rushed to the middle of the narrow path while staring at the dense rain of swords.

"Everyone, work harder and cross the narrow path. Without the natural barrier, the Ghost Palace will be helpless against us!"

The black-clad man in the front, "Young Master", showed excitement in his eyes.

"Want to pass through the mountain gate of my Ghost Palace? It's just a dream! For many years, no one has ever done it!"

The burly bearded man who led the team sneered, and suddenly raised his other arm that had not been raised!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Countless sharp arrows suddenly shot out from the cracks in the rocks around the narrow path!

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

At close range, these men in black had no time to dodge. They all became live targets, pierced through their bodies and nailed to the stone wall next to them. The blood flowed down the stone wall and dyed the narrow path red.

"Puff!"

A sharp arrow directly pierced the black veil of the black man in the front, "Young Master", revealing his young and handsome face.

There was a red scratch on the tip of the nose of "Young Master", which was obviously the wound left by the sharp arrow before!

"Not good, the mechanism of the Ghost House is too dense, we can't attack it at all! Young Master, you retreat first, we will open the way for you!"

The black man behind "Young Master" exclaimed, and a group of people protected him and flew back with all their strength.

"Asshole!"

Looking at the black men falling in a pool of blood, "Young Master"'s starry eyes instantly became extremely blood red, and his teeth were clenched!

Now they have not even entered the gate of the Ghost Palace, but they have already suffered heavy casualties!

At least half of his men who came with him died in the narrow path!

Seeing the appearance of the "young master", the bearded man in charge of the command sneered:

"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be 'Young Master Li'! No wonder I couldn't find you at first. It turns out that I was concentrating on practicing and preparing to destroy my Ghost Mansion and avenge your dead father after my strength has greatly increased!"

"However, it is a pity that although your cultivation has reached the middle stage of Martial Emperor, it is completely wishful thinking to break through the defense of my Ghost Palace!"

"Did you know that there was once a powerful Martial Emperor who came to my Ghost Mansion to seek revenge, but he still died in the small intestine path!"

"You are still too weak now!"

"If you want to take revenge, you should first upgrade your cultivation to the Supreme Martial Emperor. Otherwise, don't come to my Ghost Mansion to embarrass yourself!"

The burly bearded man waved his hands and sneered, and finally even made a suggestion. It was obvious that Mr. Li didn't take it seriously at all.

"Damn it! It has been twenty years since my father died tragically, and I have been practicing hard for twenty years, but I still cannot avenge him. I, Li Langming, want to be the son of man!"

After being forced to retreat outside the alleyway, Mr. Li "Li Langming"'s eyes were blood red, his teeth were clattering, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

He had been planning for today for a long time, was he destined to fail today?

However, at this moment, a young man in Tsing Yi hugged a tall girl in a red outfit, and the two of them walked straight towards the narrow path.