readx;? A terrible cry began again, still the voices of many people, some high and some low, some murmuring, some shouting reprimands, and not the same voice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Han Yiming listened carefully, only to feel that the voice was all men's voices, some young and some old, and the things they said seemed to be very clear, not random words, but together Han Yiming couldn't hear what he said. The green fire floated towards the bloody mouth of the ghost bird, and Han Yiming only felt that the voice in his ears was getting louder and louder, and suddenly he understood a sentence, and a voice said: "He killed me!"

Who is he? Is it Xingchen? Han Yiming's cold sweat oozed out, was it really Xingchen who killed him? When did he kill the person? Suddenly looking at Xingchen, this kid was full of mysteries, and even his arrival was a mystery, but he couldn't ask anything. A flash of fire flashed in front of him, and Han Yiming turned around, the stars were already leaping high in the air, holding a short sword and heading towards the bloody head and neck. Just as Han Yiming looked up, Xingchen waved his hand, and a bloody light flashed, and the head and neck were cut off by him. A flame burned towards the star from right to left, and the star's figure disappeared in a flash. Han Yiming was shocked, but saw stars appear in front of him. Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a few light flames coming towards the stars, and the eight heads of the ghost bird came towards the stars together.

Han Yiming held his sword and stared blankly at the stars, his small figure weaving through the overlapping of eight heads, like a ghost. Although the ghost birds have eight heads, they have gaps between them, and the stars come and go freely from those gaps. Suddenly, Han Yiming felt a hot breath coming towards him, and when he looked up, the eight heads were all entangled with Xingchen, but there was the head that was cut off by Xingchen at his feet. The head was no different from the one that was still on the neck, and the eyes were still hollow, but Han Yiming saw that there was a lotus flower above the head that was gently spinning, covering the head tightly.

At the same time, a few lotus flowers flashed around Xingchen's body, which was his talisman spiritual power, and several lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, circling around his small body. Han Yiming didn't know how to help him, and suddenly remembered the spirit insect he encountered on the road when he first went down to the Spirit Mountain. At that time, I was quietly looking at the phantom of the spirit insect, and I found the head and neck of the original existence of the spirit insect to break the mirage of the spirit insect, and the ghost bird here has nine heads, could it be that it is also a phantom? Can I find the real head of the ghost bird?

He immediately cleared his mind, and after a moment, looked at the ghost bird. This look can't help but be creepy, the many heads of the ghost bird are not phantoms, they are all real heads, Han Yiming is creepy is that there are more than a dozen figures floating in the sky, although they are already shadows, but they can be seen clearly, they are all human shapes, but their bodies are in tatters, some are only half of their bodies, and some of their faces are rotten

, and some are skeletons, all shaped like ghosts, floating around.

These many skeletons floated towards Han Yiming, and Han Yiming looked at him in a daze. No matter how stupid he is, he knows that this is a geismus. Where did they come from, Xingchen carried so many wandering souls that he never knew, but now that he saw it, how could he not be shocked? And those wandering spirits swam above Han Yiming's head and circled around his head. Han Yiming was shrouded by the enchantment of the stars, and the geists couldn't penetrate, but their voices penetrated, and in the sharp howling, countless voices were noisy, and Han Yiming looked at the geist spirits in a daze. For among these many voices, there was one voice that he could hear more clearly, and that voice said only one sentence over and over again: "He killed me!"

And the stars over there were extremely fast, and they had already cut off the other head of the ghost bird. The newly cut off head was sealed by his lotus spiritual power and rolled to Han Yiming's feet. The two long necks of the ghost bird without a head spewed flames, and it was a void with no flowers and trees, so it never burned. Xingchen's body is indescribably fast, suddenly appearing here, but in the blink of an eye, it is over there, but six heads are still too many after all, no matter where his figure appears, there will be a head waiting for him. The short sword in Xingchen's hand had already emitted seven colors of light, as if what he was holding was not a sword, but a dazzling light, which looked so bright that it was blinding.

Compared to slaying the dragon with the stars, it seems to be much easier to kill the ghost bird. The ghost bird doesn't have hard dragon scales, it doesn't have sharp teeth, it just has flames. Even though the ghost bird has many heads, the stars are interspersed in it as if they were in a no-man's land. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, another head fell, and with a flick of Xingchen's fingers, a lotus flower bloomed above the head, and then, the head rolled towards Han Yiming's feet.

The nine-headed ghost bird lost three of its heads, and became less and less of a match for the stars. The stars are like meteors, up and down, like left and right, the head of the ghost bird is actually not as fast as him, and after losing two heads, the ghost bird is already at a disadvantage that cannot turn over. The ghost bird seemed to know that it could no longer fight with the stars, so it spread its wings and flapped down with force before turning towards the place it came from. Han Yiming was standing in the middle of the enchantment, and he felt as if he was under heavy pressure, so that he could barely breathe, and he had to use all his strength to even stand on the ground.

The stars leaped up, as fast as the wind, and went forward with the ghost birds. He moved incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already beside the ghost bird, which still had four heads left, and kept opening its bloody mouth at the stars. Cyan flames erupted from the four mouths. Xingchen's figure disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the other side, his sword fell, and a head was cut off by him again. The ghost bird, which had only three heads left, fled in panic, but Xingchen chased after him, avoiding the ghost bird's head and cutting off two more heads.

The ghost bird only had one head left, and the stars stopped chasing and turned back. Han Yiming looked at the heads rolling all over the ground, and he really didn't know what to say. Suddenly, Xingchen waved his hand at the ghost bird, and Han Yiming watched as the ghost bird's wings were retracted as if they were tied, struggling in the air in vain, but he couldn't move forward half a step.

Xingchen came to Han Yiming's side, first picked up the small gourd on the ground, tapped the bottom of the gourd, and the wandering spirits that were originally floating around were all sucked into the gourd. He covered the gourd, and then said to Han Yiming: "Master, see the red light on my face, just protect me." Han Yiming said: "Xingchen, where did those wandering spirits come from? Did you kill them?" Xingchen seemed to have never heard it, first piled up the heads all over the ground, and then summoned the ghost bird that could not fly forward, and wherever he reached it seemed to have endless mana, the ghost bird was tied up and thrown in the pile of heads.

He stretched out his hand, and a white flame in his palm stretched out towards the ghost bird, and in an instant, the white flames engulfed the ghost bird. Han Yiming looked at him in a daze, this kid was extremely terrifying in his eyes. Although his actions were not unfavorable to Lingshan, they were very terrifying, how did those wandering spirits come from?

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