Judging from the identity and status of the characters on the board, the female ghost made by the Mo family who appeared before is not of high status, just a character like a maid.

After such a female ghost came to the world, she was stunned to be able to kill more than a dozen people, which shows that the 'ghost-making' sealed inside the wooden board is even more difficult to deal with.

For this kind of thing, general realm constraints, such as powerful ghosts, evil ghosts, ghost kings, and the like, are meaningless.

I don't know if it was the ghost who ran out of the board or the ghost in the plank that had the ability to detect the outside world, but in short, the plank had begun to shake.

The ghosts in the wooden board seem to have woken up, and the little ghosts carved by the carving knife are quite stiff, and they move like machine wood carvings or silk dolls.

One black gas after another appeared on the wooden board, and the black gas was like wolf smoke, constantly colliding with the ban we had arranged.

On the one-meter-square plank, there are countless finger-sized ghosts, and if you count carefully, there are at least a few hundred, and these little ghosts keep moving on the board, heading towards the broken board.

As I said before, this is a picture of ghosts sending ghost girls to get married, the location in the picture seems to be on a road in a mountain forest, and there are ghosts riding skeleton horses in front of the ghost sedan chair, and above these ghosts, there is a big ghost with a whole plank, it is a big ghost with a single horn, he flies above the head of the ghost on the ground, showing a look of contempt.

It was difficult to deal with the momentum of the big ghost, especially at this time when he also started to move.

The spell on the wooden board flew, and in the blink of an eye, most of the charm was shattered.

Seeing this, I had to recite the scripture mantra with the side cannon, and with the thought of the mantra, the golden light was even more than before, and the black qi was also suppressed a lot.

The actions of the demons also froze, and the momentum of the protruding planks was temporarily interrupted by us.

But this is only temporary, we don't know what happened to awaken the ghosts hidden in the planks, and it is not easy for us to suppress them at this time.

"Zheng Jingren, find a way!" I shouted, I was not yet at my limit, but cracks had already appeared on the wooden board.

If it goes on like this, this plank won't last long.

Zheng Fatzi didn't dare to slack off, obviously he didn't expect this scene before, he quickly made a phone call and called Jiugong and them back.

On the other side, he pulled out a copper seal the size of a human head from the pocket that resembled Doraemon, and then slashed his finger with the dragon-patterned dagger.

Dipped in blood, Zheng Fatzi buckled the copper seal on the golden light.

Immediately, the golden light dispersed, and I felt my mana get out of control for a moment, and then the bloodstained copper seal was firmly imprinted on the wooden board.

It was a dark, gloomy plank, not particularly strong, just heavy.

Therefore, at this moment, a red seal appeared on the board, and Zheng Fatzi was a little ruthless, and the blood stains were printed on the board, and the lines were not clear.

After the blood stained on the wooden board, it blurred like water spilled onto sponge paper, and a layer of red light appeared on the black wooden board.

Zheng Fatzi's body is stronger than ordinary middle-aged people, but the strength is limited, this is because when he got the ability to almost immortalize, he solidified his body at that age, so the yang energy in his body is not much stronger than ordinary people.

According to this point of view, the little yang energy in the blood of Zheng Fatzi's body can have a limited impact on ghosts.

That being said, the truth always exceeds our expectations.

After the seal was printed on the wooden board, the blood stains spread out, and finally turned into a continuous cloud of blood.

Immediately, the blood cloud in the wooden board actually rained blood, and the ghosts on the ground seemed to be quite panicked by this, and the faces of the rigid ghosts appeared with frightened expressions.

"Windfall! Lao Tzu's windfall!" Zheng Fatzi gritted his back molars, his expression unprecedentedly hideous.

It's the first time I've seen him like this, and it seems like this thing is more important than the main character.

After the blood rain fell on those little ghosts, the ghost statues that entered the wood began to slowly disappear, as if someone had used an eraser to wipe off the debris on the drawing paper.

Zheng Fatzi was distressed, his liver hurt, but his hands did not pause at all, the blood rain had to rely on Zheng Fatzi's blood to show its power, at this time, a round of blood rain was exhausted, and the red cloud also showed signs of dissipation.

Therefore, Zheng Fatzi grabbed the copper seal and buckled it several times on the wooden board.

Being made by Zheng Fatzi like this, there was a more drastic change in the plank, and the red cloud wrapped the one-horned ghosts overlooking the ghosts, and there was a lot of stagnant water on the ground because of the blood rain.

Maybe after these ghosts came out of the plank, they had the skills and abilities of real ghosts, and they were even much stronger than ordinary ghosts, but now, they were like game monsters in the display screen, and they were beaten by Zheng Fatzi, who opened the golden finger.

Four or five blood seals were stamped in a row, and the black gas in the wooden board suddenly disappeared, and there was not much left of the ghosts, it should be one in ten, and the ghosts next to the ghost sedan chair all disappeared, whether it was the ghost blowing the suona or the ghost carrying the sedan chair, all of them were gone, and the ghost thing riding on the ghost horse also disappeared.

A long wound appeared in the palm of Zheng Fatzi's hand, cutting off several of his palm prints, "This is also the fat man, I, if I want to change someone else to play like this, I will go down and be whipped a long time ago." ”

He took care of the wound in the slightest, and I and the side cannon collected the spell, and then I picked up the plank, which was much lighter, and the board was dead and heavy before, but now it looks like plastic.

In addition, there are different changes on the board, for example, there are five square marks on the board that seem to have been scalded, at this time there is no blood on the prints, I looked carefully, it was a slender text, like tadpoles.

"This is the Dharma seal of the Mo family, so it has this effect, and it can't be changed to something else. Seeing that I was curious, Zheng Fatzi explained beside him.

I believed his explanation, but in this way, I was even more curious about this fat man, how did he know that he was dealing with the Mo family's stuff?

If he can't pinch and calculate, then his trouser pocket is really unusual, maybe it's a storage bag or something.

I didn't ask the guy, but looked at the plank again, and the one-horned ghost in the plank had most of its body destroyed, and now there was only one head left, and the eyes seemed to be looking at us.

It's just that this time he didn't have that kind of staring look, and his eyes showed pleading.

Moreover, the plank was also motionless at this time, just like an ordinary plank.

(End of chapter)