Ming Chuan didn't get up when he saw this, he turned his body directly, kicked his feet, rolled forward against the ground, paused after a few forward rolls, and turned his head to see, the other party really chased after him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, Shadow Lan also chased after him from behind, and pounced on the goblin, knocking it to the side.

Ming Chuan immediately ran out towards the opposite place of them.

Shadow Lan and the monster fell to the ground and quickly fought.

In terms of strength alone, Ying Lan is above that ghost, but slightly inferior in speed. At this time, he was entangled by the shadow, and the ghost was not so easy to get out.

Ming Chuan took advantage of this opportunity to go around and widen the distance between him and the ghosts.

The target of the ghost is always Mingchuan, and when he sees him running away, he immediately wants to get rid of Yinglan and catch up. However, Yinglan has always been unrelenting in its entanglement, making it impossible to get rid of it for a while.

For a while, I saw two black mist floating around in mid-air, constantly colliding and chasing each other.

Ming Chuan was not idle, ran around them for a while, and finally stood still behind the ghost.

"Shadow Lan!" Ming Chuan shouted after everything was ready.

Hearing his call, Ying Lan withdrew without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he floated behind Ming Chuan, a few steps away from him.

The goblin was a little dazed by the other party's sudden retreat, and floated in place for a second before turning around and chasing after them.

Ming Chuan put his palms together, held the Jingling between his palms, closed his eyes and lowered his voice to read something.

A long series of incantations came out of his mouth quickly, meaningless syllables forming a series of tonless chantings that spread along the air in all directions.

The goblin's movements did not pause, and it quickly rushed over.

After singing a mantra, Ming Chuan shook the net bell in his hand.

"Jingle bell", a crisp sound, followed by the rapid spread of the incantation.

The goblin's movements stopped suddenly, as if someone had pressed the freeze motion button, and it still stopped in mid-air in a lunging posture. The fingers of his left hand, which were stretched out forcefully, had already come to Mingchuan's eyes, less than an inch away from his nose.

The dark, sharp nails like blades were right under his nose, but Ming Chuan didn't even blink his eyes and continued to chant the incantation.

The mantra of the King of Fudo is not long, and every time he finishes reciting it, he shakes the net bell in his hand, and when he sings it repeatedly, the mantra without tone and the bell are mixed together.

The goblin seemed to be bound by an invisible rope, and its whole body stiffened and could not move. It glared at the close enemy, desperately trying to stretch its arms an inch, but couldn't move anyway.

Because he was pushing too hard, the goblin's mouth made a "uh-huh" sound.

Every time the bell rang, the half-cut ghost felt the strength of its body become stronger, as if the rope was tightening on it, making its whole body painful.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from the goblin's mouth, as if it had exploded, and in an instant its energy skyrocketed, breaking the restraints of the invisible rope with all its might, and spreading its arms in mid-air, stretching its body with all its might.

Then, the eyeball hanging outside the socket turned, and the pupils covered with bloodshot and pus-yellow secretions contracted suddenly, and turned to stare at Ming Chuan.

The ghost shouted, raised his hand and slapped it on the head of Ming Chuan.

Ming Chuan still didn't move, and after reciting a mantra, he shook the net bell.

In an instant, with them as the center, on the four corners of the front, back, left and right, a pillar of light suddenly rose on the ground.

The four pillars of light were like four slender spirits, quickly converging towards the center where they were.

As soon as the ghost's fingers touched the center of Ming Chuan's eyebrows, four light snakes wrapped around its body, wrapping him tightly like a big flower.

The touch of the ghost made Mingchuan's body shake slightly, and he involuntarily took a small step back. A thin stream of blood is left in the center of the forehead.

However, with such a small step, the four light snakes exploded as if they had been destroyed, shattering into small fragments and falling to the ground.

Ming Chuan did not panic, quickly adjusted his position, and recited the incantation.

The goblin lost its restraints, and the monster screamed and rushed up again. Circled around Mingchuan.

I didn't see any special movements of the ghost, but a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Ming Chuan's mouth.

Even so, his body stood still, and he continued to chant incantations with determination. It feels like even if the sky falls at this point, his chanting will not stop.

The ghost raised his hand again, and the gesture was about to shoot at Ming Chuan's body.

Ying Lan twisted his body and stretched out a slender tentacle from Ming Chuan's back, blocking the opponent's attack.

At the same time as Ying Lan stretched out his hand, Ming Chuan shook the net bell in his hand.

As the bell rang, four beams of light rose again and rushed towards them.

Only this time, the four rays of light split into two streams, one entangled the ghost in front of Ming Chuan, and the other entangled Ying Lan who helped him block the attack.

The tremendous force dragged Ying Lan directly from behind Ming Chuan to him, and together with the ghost, he was bound to the center of the rune array.

Ming Chuan was startled and stopped singing.

The four rays of light froze again, like broken glass, falling to the ground one by one, like melting spring snow, disappearing without a trace.

The ghost lost its restraints, and this time it also learned to be obedient, knowing that the exorcist in front of him had set up a talisman nearby, and did not give the other party a chance to recite the incantation, and quickly rushed towards Mingchuan with a twist of his body.

Originally, the distance between them was close, and Ying Lan covered half of his vision on the side, Ming Chuan just saw a black shadow flash out of the corner of his eye, and the next moment the whole person flew backwards.

"My lord!" Shadow Lan quickly caught up, trying to stop the goblin's movements.

Ming Chuan only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and before he could react, his back hit the tree hard, and he heard a loud bang, and finally stopped.

The goblin pressed one hand on his chest, its sharp nails digging deep into the flesh, and Ming Chuan only felt a surge, a fishy sweetness pouring into his throat.

The throbbing pain in his chest and back was too much for him to bear, and he coughed a few times and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The ghost tilted his neck, looked at Ming Chuan's slightly pale face, and leaned his head up, his strange face almost pressed against his cheek, and the collapsed nose moved, as if he was sniffing something.

"Exorcist ......" The ghost whispered as if muttering, and a foul smell hit his nose, making Ming Chuan's cheeks even paler.

"Let go of the sir!" Shadow Lan chased after the goblin from behind, shouting and trying to pounce on the rescue.