The mist filled the mountains, among them, occasionally a figure swayed, and if you looked closely, you could see nothing, and the disciples were frightened into a cold sweat.

Night, fog, and figures, these three elements combine to make people run if they want to, but Fang Xile does the opposite.

As soon as he entered the mist, the Xuan Gong began to work quickly, but unfortunately the dantian and the twelve serious acupuncture points had already been filled and could not be contained, so the transformed true qi could only overflow out of the body and melt into the air.

Before breaking through the innate martial artist, she didn't want to increase the amount of true qi.

Fang Xile stood on the edge of the fog, not deep.

Visibility here is too low, and it's easy to get lost if you go any further.

"Hey—"

"I'm here—"

Fang Xile held his breath and shouted into the fog, his voice waving in the empty mountain forest, and a strange echo was heard.

Of course, paper people can't understand human speech, and they are not sensitive to sound, they rely on yang energy to locate.

Speaking loudly causes yang energy to leak out, and it is easy to attract ghosts.

That's why, don't talk loudly when walking at night.

Fang Xile and Ning Zizhi discussed, one person led the monster, and the other set a trap outside, and disposed of these paper people in batches.

The heavy responsibility of attracting the monster naturally fell on Fang Xile's head, and Ning Zizhi, as a delicate and soft master, couldn't do this kind of work.

She shouted a few more times into the mist, and the mist rolled as if something was surging, but the paper man still didn't show up.

At this time, I miss Shen Kuan, a little expert in attracting monsters.

......

Ning Ziwei surrounded the eight Huoyang Sword Talismans into a circle and placed them on the ground, after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and added two more with ruthlessness.

The diameter of the circle is ten meters, which is not big, if the stool is not powerful enough, if it is small, it is a bit wasteful, and now it is just right.

All of these talismans are activated, and they can kill at least ten paper piercing people, which should be enough.

I don't know how many paper people Fang Xile can attract, if it is less than ten, this wave will be lost.

Ning Zi sat near the circle and waited quietly.

The time for a cup of tea passed, and Ning Zi didn't move.

The time for the two teas passed, and Ning Zizhi raised his eyelids.

At the time of the three teas, Ning Zi stood up and looked around.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to make out, in the darkness, a figure was running in front of him with all his might, followed by a group of miserable white paper people, roughly estimated, there were about twenty of them.

Ning Zizhi: "..."

He was wrong, he shouldn't have doubted Fang Xile's ability to attract monsters.

Fang Xile looked up and saw Ning Zizhi who was getting closer and closer, his face first showed joy, and then shouted: "Run!"

When running through the trap, True Qi activates the Fire Yang Sword Talisman.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, Fang Xile was bounced high, and then this wave of impact suddenly jumped to Ning Ziyi's side.

"Sorry, scrapped a solid talisman. ”

"Don't worry about this!" Ning Zizhi stared at the remaining ten paper people: "Why don't we run first, and then find a place to lead the next wave." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Fang Xi Lego jumping high.

Meteor Slash!

The sword light slashed down from above, and with an indomitable momentum, the ghost was cut in half, turned into a palm-sized paper figure, and fell to the ground.

"Don't be cowardly, aren't you just a few little ghosts!"

Flashing with full firepower, Fang Xile moved between several ghosts, looking at ease.

Ning Zizhi wants to cry without tears, listen, what are these words, aren't they just a few little ghosts? Can you bear with you, okay, she is already on.

Gritting his teeth, Ning Zizhi drew his sword and rushed forward.

The talisman should also be kept as the next trap, and it cannot be wasted.

The Huoyang Sword is indeed the nemesis of ghosts, and as soon as the fiery red sword body came out, people avoided it.

"My swordsmanship seems to have improved!" Ning Zi was overjoyed.

"It's your sword that's good!"

Fang Xile glanced at Ning Zi's saber with jealousy, why does a master want such a good weapon.

The Huoyang Sword is a cut above the Thousand Refining Soldiers, it can be called a divine weapon, its attribute is fire, and it can restrain ghosts. The divine sword has a spirit, if he hadn't brought it with him since he was a child, he might not be able to use this sword.

"Push them back!"

Ning Zizhi held the Huoyang Sword, quite a feeling of dog fighting people, and a few swords forced back the ghosts that came over.

Flashstep

Fang Xile stepped next to the lone paper man.

Meteor Twinkle

Cut off half of its head with a single sword.

Unexpectedly, in this case, it could still move, stepped forward, hugged Fang Xile's thigh fiercely, and several other paper people showed bloodthirsty expressions and rushed from a distance.

"Be careful!"

Ning Zizhi was shocked, and just as he was about to rush over, he saw Fang Xile buried by a bunch of ghosts and fell to the ground.

The ghosts screamed, as if they were cheering, as if they were calling for friends, to come and eat.

His heart sank, and he rushed forward even more desperately, and the Huoyang Sword Talisman shot out and fell on the paper man, burning with flames.

Suddenly, a powerful True Qi erupted from the group of ghosts, and the ghosts were suddenly dispersed and turned into tiny confetti that fell like raindrops.

Fang Xile stood in it, his expression calm, as if the thrilling scene just now was Ning Zizhi's illusion.

"What is the attribute of your true qi?"

Ning Zizhi couldn't help but ask, the fire system exercises can defeat ghosts, the three true fires, burn all the yin and evil in the world, and the thunder system exercises of the Heavenly Master's Mansion are ghost things nemesis, nine thunders, and ten thousand ghosts are easy.

But it can only be done in the realm of grandmasters, or even real people.

And Fang Xile is just an acquired martial artist, who can tear a group of ghosts to pieces in an instant.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly denied it.

Fang Xile didn't answer, she didn't know the origin of the jade book in her mind, and she didn't know whether it was evil or evil, but for the sake of the future, she could only try her best to keep it a secret.

She had another hunch that something terrible would happen when she said it, and she didn't know what it was.

Ning Ziwei smiled, what the hell was he thinking, he had known each other for half a year, didn't he still trust his companion?

"There's one paper tie left, I'll deal with it. ”

Seeing Ning Zi change the topic, Fang Xile breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the ghosts have lost their minds, but they still have instincts and are afraid of being hurt.

The last paper man did not attack, nor did he flee, and when he saw the two of them walking in one after the other, he immediately let out a sharp scream.

Sometimes the cry is long, sometimes short, as if it is conveying something.

"Oh no, kill it! it's moving the rescuers!"

Ning Zizhi shouted.

Fang Xile raised his knife and cut off the neck of the paper man.

Tranquility has returned to the mountains and forests.

Deathly tranquility.

There were no birds, no insects, not even the sound of the wind.

It's as calm as the eve of a storm, how peaceful it is now, and how terrifying it will be afterward.

"Damn! What the hell did it get!"

Ning Zizhi couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere, and couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

Fang Xile suddenly twitched his nose, and a smell of blood came from the woods.

It's not the smell of blood from a normal injury, but the smell of blood that has been left out for a long time and has become rancid, the kind that can attract a large swarm of flies.

She looked into the woods, and a red figure slowly walked out, and as it moved, the smell of fish grew stronger.

"Blood Paper Man!" Ning Ziyi's face turned pale all of a sudden.