The ghost saw Ying Lan rushing from behind, and he was not afraid at all, grabbing Ming Chuan's chest with one hand, and as soon as his body turned, the two exchanged positions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ying Lan's attack was ferocious, and when he saw that Mingchuan was replaced in front of him, he suddenly closed his momentum but couldn't brake, and he was about to crash into it.

In desperation, Shadow Lan quickly dissipated the body that had been condensed into an entity, returning to the appearance of a shadow.

The black mist spread from his back, and Ming Chuan only felt a chill, as if the whole person was put into an ice cellar in an instant, but when the whole body passed through the black fog, the cold feeling disappeared in an instant.

The scattered black mist recondensed behind the goblin, forming a pitch-black humanoid with a smooth surface without any bumps, looking like a balloon tied into a human shape.

Shadow Lan recondensed and quickly pounced, his entire body draped over the ghost's back, stopping its movements.

The ghost's footsteps stopped, and he no longer pushed Mingchuan to continue forward.

Ming Chuan hugged the other party's arm with both hands, gasped slightly, and then twisted his teeth hard.

Sharp nails cut through his flesh, and his entire arm was twisted by him, bending at a strange angle.

But this is obviously not enough, Ming Chuan let go of his right hand and took out the rune paper from his arms, stuffed it into the other party's mouth, and then shook the net bell vigorously.

The rune paper exploded directly in the opponent's mouth, and the goblin craned its neck and let out a sharp wail.

Ying Lan took the opportunity to cover the opponent's entire body, dragging it backwards violently, distancing it from Ming Chuan.

The goblin was badly wounded and became even more furious. His body jerked away, causing Ying Lan to let go in an instant. It spun in place.

The goblins rotated very fast, forming a strong whirlwind air flow around them, and the friction of the air flow generated static electricity and made a crackling and popping sound.

Yinglan had no choice but to retreat.

The other party ignored Ying Lan, its purpose was Ming Chuan from beginning to end, and after getting rid of Ying Lan, it spun and chased towards Ming Chuan.

The ghost was not stupid either, and while pursuing, his body spun around in a circle, and came to a corner of the talisman array that Ming Chuan had arranged before.

The rune paper at the four corners of the rune array was arranged by Ming Chuan when he was rolling against the ground before, and they were raised from the ground one after another under the rotation of the other party's airflow, and were torn apart by the airflow in midair.

The rune array with a corner missing completely lost its effect.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan covered the bleeding wound on his chest and grinned, not knowing if it was because of the pain of the injury or because he felt sorry for his own talisman array.

Seeing the ghosts rushing towards him, Ming Chuan knew that he couldn't hide from the injured himself, so he simply stood in place.

Shadow Lan chased after the goblin from behind, trying to stop the other party before they could attack Mingchuan.

However, for some reason, Ying Lan, who had been chasing half of the way, suddenly stopped, and watched the ghost rush towards Mingchuan.

A faint bell seemed to ring at the same time from all directions, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. The air vibrated slightly with the sound of the bell, like ripples on the surface of the water, swinging layer by layer.

The ghost's figure froze in front of Ming Chuan again, and only half of his body was slightly twisted because of the rotation, trembling slightly, as if he was struggling hard.

Ming Chuan covered the wound, blood flowing from between his fingers and dripping on the net bell in his hand.

On the surface of the green jade, the bright red blood flow looks extremely bewitching. Against this bright red background, the original turquoise of Jingling has become deeper.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Ming Chuan's mouth, and under the half-squinted eyelids, a fierce color flashed.

Around his feet, less than half a meter away from him, the four directions shimmered with a faint sheen.

Ming Chuan raised the net bell in his hand high, put it in front of the ghost, and shook it vigorously.

The soft green light flickered with the bell, slowly rippling in all directions, connecting with the glow of the four corners of the ground, enveloping him and the goblins.

The ghost's face showed a pained expression, as if someone had choked its throat, its mouth like a stranded fish constantly opening and closing without making any sound, and its body was floating in the air and kicking in the air as if it were drowning.

Ming Chuan opened his mouth and lowered his voice, saying that there were words, and his voice was so light that even if he stood beside him, he couldn't hear what he was saying.

But even if he heard it clearly, it was useless, because what he said was a string of syllables that would make no sense to ordinary people.

With the movement of the incantation, four beams of light jumped up on the rune paper at the four corners of the rune array, like four long snakes that glowed, and quickly jumped to the ghost's body, binding it firmly.

In an instant, the goblin was tied like a caterpillar.

The mantra in Mingchuan's mouth did not stop, chanting again and again, and shaking the net bell in his hand every time he finished chanting.

The vibration of the bell seemed to have a bonus effect on the sound of the incantation, and the Sanskrit sound formed a circle of ripples in the air, causing the bound goblin to let out a sharp scream.

When Mingchuan felt that it was almost over, he took out a jade pendant from his arms and threw it away.

The warm white jade crossed a graceful arc in the air, and when it reached the apex of the parabola, it paused, floating in mid-air and slowly spinning up and down.

Pale white light poured out from the jade pendant, slowly enveloping the ghost, completely enveloping the ghost.

The light that had been bound to the goblin's body gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared without a trace.

But even so, the ghost still couldn't move, and its whole body was like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind, decomposing and scattering little by little, slowly disappearing in the white light.

The ghost looked frightened, struggled hard for a long time and found that it was useless, and suddenly raised his head, with a vicious expression on his face, and the eyeball hanging outside the eye socket stared at Ming Chuan.

"Exorcisive, ghost, teacher!" After reading these three words word by word with resentment, the ghost's throat began to disintegrate, making it unable to make any more sounds.

In the end, when the last eyeball was also disintegrated, the ghost completely disappeared in front of them, and Ming Chuan was relieved at this time and stopped chanting.

The warm white jade fell from the sky, Ming Chuan stretched out his hand to catch it, and felt a slight coldness in his palm.

Seeing that the rune array was lifted, Ying Lan floated over.

The bond between them is strengthened, and sometimes it is possible to understand each other's intentions without words. When it was chasing just now, it suddenly felt Ming Chuan's intentions, so it stopped.

Ming Chuan put away the jade pendant and Jingling, changed back to his ordinary black hair, and sat on the ground with his legs weak.

"My lord?" Seeing this, Ying Lan immediately floated to his side, only then did he notice the severity of his injuries, his shirt was almost soaked with blood, and he suddenly became nervous, like ants on a hot pan scurrying around.