C315 Lair of the bewitching ghosts

Mo Xian didn't know how long he had been fighting in the darkness, but he felt like his hands that were holding onto the Drinking magic sword were going to turn sour.

Countless motes of dust danced in the air, forming specks of starlight. It was very beautiful, but also very desolate.

How many people did this flamboyant ghost kill?

In the end