"Fang Ziming, what's wrong with you?" the head of the Fang family exclaimed in an instant.

Fang Ziming in front of him was already full of black gas, his eyes were red, like a hungry wolf in a moonlit night, every time he swept someone, it made people feel frightened and panicked.

And the fire lotus is getting smaller and smaller on him, as if it is being eaten by the black qi as nourishment.

"It's the upper body of the Yin Ghost!"

"It seems to be a demon that is not less than fifty years old!"

"Fang Ziming actually understands this kind of evil art!"

The people in the spell world who were sitting in the back stood up one after another, and bean-sized drops of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Fang Ziming laughed coldly at everyone.

"Wang Tu, if you have to take my life, I have to take out my last hole card!"

He went around talking about business, and inadvertently came into contact with these evil ways, and was haunted by this evil spirit, and every night he had to go to the cemetery to make offerings to it.

"Bastard thing, how can you be contaminated with such a disgusting thing!" The head of the Fang family couldn't look at it, his proud son was now a ghost, and he was already a ghost.

Before the head of the Fang family could scold, the spell masters in the audience each pinched their talismans, lightning and thunder, and the flames burned, and for a while, the thunder and fire were combined, and the spells of various sects bombarded Fang Ziming.

The surrounding bigwigs scattered like a tide, and even the kneeling Li family was thrown aside.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Fang Ziming's face was full of sneers, and with a move of his hand, a turbid black gas burst out, completely engulfing the fire and thunder, just like a shark eating small shrimp, effortlessly.

"Evil beast, don't stop it yet!" the head of the Fang family scolded angrily.

Fang Ziming turned his head, his eyes as red as blood glaring at the head of the Fang family.

"Family master, retreat quickly! he is no longer a young master!" shouted a maid from the Fang family.

Sure enough, Fang Ziming screamed like a wolf.

"I have this power, and who am I afraid?"

"In the whole Zhonghai, who is not afraid of me!"

Suddenly, there was a sound from the side.

"Me. “

Fang Ziming glanced sideways sharply, Wang Tu was sitting leisurely on the chair, tasting fine wine, and the clouds were as light and breezy as before.

Every time he saw Wang Tu's face that didn't care when the sky fell, Fang Ziming's anger soared, and together with the black qi, he surged like a monstrous wave.

"You didn't say I almost forgot, you're still some exorcist master, right?"

"Today I'm here to see what you're capable of as a master exorcist!"

As soon as he said that, Fang Ziming held this yin ghost and black evil, condensed into a spear, hanging in his hand, as if he wanted to pierce the heart of the king's disciple.

Suddenly, several golden rays of light slashed from the doorway, slashing the spear into a black mist.

Everyone was startled and looked towards the door, and many spell masters immediately shouted out.

"Jiangdong's No. 1 Yin Slasher!Luo Haotian!"

"I thought I was late for the invited banquet, but now I look just in time. Luo Haotian pinched the small sword and walked to the lobby step by step.

The bigwigs around them all consciously got out of the way.

It is innocent to say, they were originally going to attend the wedding banquet, at most with the purpose of witnessing the exorcism master.

Who knew that a good banquet would turn into a group of demons!

"It's just that a hundred-year-old yin ghost dares to be arrogant!" Luo Haotian had no other in his eyes, and only Fang Ziming was left.

As the elder brother of the ghost slaying sect, he often only has exorcism and ghost slaying left in his mind.

"It turned out to be Luo Haotian, who has admired the name for a long time, I heard that you are the first person to kill the yin in Jiangdong, why don't you use you to sacrifice me!"

Fang Ziming raised his head to the sky and roared, a mouthful of essence blood flowed upstream, only to see his throat bulging, like a toad inhaling, and spurting out the essence blood in his mouth.

That essence and blood were all blackened, and it merged with the black mist, and the power was immense.

A little bit of it was contaminated with the hands of a spell master in the front row, and it was like thick acid touching water, burning bursts of black smoke, and those hands instantly turned into muddy water.

The master of the spell endured the pain and cut off his hand, otherwise he would really die when the black gas became stained.

And most of the essence blood is still flying towards Luo Haotian!

Luo Haotian was not in a hurry, his right hand pinched the law decision, and with a swipe on the blade of the sword, he pulled out a dazzling golden light.

"Broken!"

Luo Haotian struggled to cut down, and without sparing any strength, he cut down the golden light and hit the black tide of essence blood.

Zheng Yuantian hid in the corner early in the morning, looking at this scene, he felt a little familiar.

Isn't this the scene where Wang Zhenren casually slashed down when he dealt with the remnant soul of a thousand-year-old real person?

It's a pity that the difference is that Luo Haotian's golden light is more than a point or two different from it, and in front of the essence blood black tide, it only resisted for a few seconds, and it was completely engulfed without even half a minute.

Fortunately, Luo Haotian was agile, and he immediately took a few steps back before he dodged in a foolish way, otherwise he would have dissolved into a pool of stagnant water.

"I've been raising this yin ghost for three years, and every night in the past three years, I have gone to the cemeteries in Zhonghai every night, and raised them with those dead gases, you are just a Jiangdong Yin killer, how can you compare with me!"

Fang Ziming was unprecedentedly arrogant, he looked at Luo Haotian who was deflated, and pride surged in his heart.

Luo Haotian couldn't resist the strongest blow, and his heart had already fallen into the abyss, but when he swept away, he saw the only person on the stage sitting firmly on the chair and drinking indifferently.

"It turns out that the real person is also there. “

"I'm really in a hurry, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. Luo Haotian shook his head again and again and smiled bitterly, put away his short sword, and retreated.

"Brother Luo, why don't you fight?"

Luo Haotian actually retreated like this?

Everyone exclaimed, in fact, they have always regarded Luo Haotian as a hole card, and as for the Wang disciple, it was already a little disappointing when the little fire lotus came out.

The rumored exorcist master is holding a silver spear in his hand and pinching the sky-high tornado, compared to this little fire lotus, it is simply the gap between Haoyue and fluorescence.

Sure enough, it is a false rumor, and the rumor is not credible!

What's more, that little fire lotus had already been devoured by Fang Ziming's black qi and was vulnerable.

"I'm no match for him. Luo Haotian thinks he is inferior.

The other party has been raised in the yin qi for three years, and the age of the evil ghost has already exceeded one hundred and fifty years old, and he Luo Haotian can only deal with the evil ghost of ninety years at most, so he is naturally not an opponent.

Hearing Luo Haotian's admission of defeat, everyone was also desperate, so they had to cast their last hope on the person who was cross-legged and leisurely.

"Look, aren't they all the top bosses in Zhonghai, and they're not being crushed by me!"

"Now that no one is hindering me anymore, it's time for us to settle accounts, Wang Tu!" Fang Ziming looked at Wang Tu viciously.

But Wang Tu has always been a calm and breezy look, and he has seen through the red dust, that is, anyone who sees it wants to go up and give him two slaps.

"By the way, I heard that you have a very beautiful sister, and you love her very much, don't you?" Fang Ziming suddenly got up and looked at the table of Chen Dantong who was trembling in the corner.

"It's really pure and lovely, it's coveted!" Fang Ziming looked at Wang Yanran, and felt his heart beat faster.

"Then I will humiliate her to death in front of you, in front of everyone!"

Fang Ziming had already lost his mind, screaming and laughing wildly, the black mist in his body jumped, and he was about to rush towards Wang Yanran in one step.

Finished!

Even now, the king is still motionless, and everyone no longer has any hope for him.

What kind of exorcism master is just a vain name.

"Yanran, run away!"

"Run, run, run!"

Everyone's hearts were pitying this little girl who saw such pity.

In Wang Yanran's agile eyes, Fang Ziming's murderous and hideous figure was reflected.

And behind Fang Ziming, a faint flash of fire.

A spear is coming!

A small fire lotus burned in the void and bubbled at Fang Ziming's feet.

The next moment, a tornado burned up in the sky, exploding the air and everything upstream, breaking through the sky!

On top of the flaming tornado that swayed wantonly, a crimson armor with a silver spear stood in it, stepping on the void, as if ascending to the sky!

And Fang Ziming, like a dead dog, was pierced through his chest by a silver spear and hung in the air, like a beheaded enemy leader, as a trophy.

In the realm visible to the naked eye, Fang Ziming gradually withered, as if his soul had been sucked away, and the black qi gradually extinguished.

The king's eyes were as cold as indifference, not angry and self-threatening, and his mouth was like a mechanical order.

"Whoever touches my scales, die!"