The ghosts of those villagers after their tragic deaths surrounded Fan Wusu and Yan Ning in the middle, forming an arena, Yan Ning could not harm the villagers and broke out, and he also knew in his heart that he couldn't fight this Fan Wusheng. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I'm afraid that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

"Now, I'll see where you're going!" Fan Wuxu's pale face showed a grim smile, and with a wave of his hands, the soul hook chain that had taken away Yan Ning's soul appeared in his hand, exuding a little cold.

When Yan Ning saw the soul chain, he seemed to remember what Fan Wuxu had done to him a year ago, and he was immediately furious, the magic seal in his hand changed, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds:

Disciple Yan Ning leads the heavens and thunders to break through thousands of evils, destroy thousands of ghosts, open my divine order, and punish the ghosts!"

The Edict Thunder Fire Spell is Yan Ning's most powerful move at present, except for the thirty-six golden needles of Wumen, I saw the lightning flickering in the dense dark clouds, and in the blink of an eye, a thunderbolt with a thick bowl mouth slashed straight at Fan Wuxu's body, and the resentful ghosts around them all screamed and retreated when they saw the thunder fire!

"Fan is not saved! I, Yan Ning, will die and bite you halfway!"

Yan Ning knew in his heart that this move would not have much impact on Fan Wuxu, otherwise he would never be able to stand in place and give the thunder fire split, so he decided to strike first, roared lowly, and controlled the thirty-six golden needles to form the strongest storm, with terrifying power, swept the hut and rushed towards the center of the thunder fire!

"Just a mortal, you also want to shake my black impermanence?"

A faint voice echoed in the forest, and an invisible big hand suddenly appeared in the sky, easily holding the storm formed by Yan Ning's thirty-six golden needles in his hand, and then with a slight force, it shattered!

The thirty-six golden needles flew back to Yan Ning's side and disappeared.

At the same time, Yan Ning's face was also like ashes.

Sure enough, the current Yan Ning Dao is still too shallow, and it is not a problem to deal with some demons and monsters, but it is still too fantastical to deal with a "god" like Fan Wuxu.

Hei Wuchang withdrew his hand, smiled contemptuously, and flew in front of Yan Ning, just waving his sleeves slightly, Yan Ning was sent out by a huge momentum, and crashed straight into the ghosts, and when those ghosts saw Yan Ning landing, they all rushed towards him!

Those villagers who used to get along with them day and night have now become resentful ghosts who only know human flesh!

An old ghost grabbed Yan Ning's chest fiercely, and the blood suddenly splattered out, Yan Ning roared, but saw that the old ghost who was splashed with blood suddenly stopped his movements and covered his head in pain.

That old ghost is Huang Ma.

She opened her cloudy eyes and stared at Yan Ning: "Xiao Ning...... Huang Ma doesn't want to kill you, you run away!"

Yan Ning was shocked in his heart, he didn't know that his blood still had such a function, and then he figured it out, this may be the effect of the fire snake fruit, Yan Ning swallowed the fire snake fruit, so the blood carried the yang energy of the fire snake fruit, and these yang qi fell on Huang Ma, stimulating her only trace of consciousness.

As Huang Ma woke up, the surrounding resentful ghosts smelled the yang qi and pounced on Huang Ma, Yan Ning was suddenly anxious, biting the tip of his tongue, and then squirting out a mouthful of blood, and those resentful ghosts who were splashed with blood all wailed in pain on the ground.

"Xiao Ning...... I'm in so much pain, hurry up and free me!"

"Kill me, kill me!"

"Purgatory!

The sound of crying resounded through the heavens and the earth, hitting Yan Ning's heart again and again, Yan Ning lowered his eyebrows, and recited the Dao decision with a heartache:

"The Emperor Xuanwu is in front of him, the gods return to the temple, the ghosts return to the grave, the demons and monsters return to the mountains and forests, and the Xuanwu True Monarch is as anxious as the law!"

Fan Wuxu's face changed, and he dodged to stop Yan Ning, but the resentful ghosts turned into by the villagers showed fierce intent one by one and pounced on Fan Wuxu, Fan Wusu waved his sleeves, and the villagers suddenly scattered!

It's just that there are so many villagers that even Fan Wusu has no time to deal with it, and he is swallowed up by resentful ghosts in the blink of an eye!

"Death to me, lowly mortals!"

Fan Wuxuan, who was surrounded by resentful ghosts, suddenly roared angrily, and a trace of red light appeared from the resentful ghosts, and then the resentful ghosts did not have time to scream, and they all turned into flying ashes, and the resentful ghosts of hundreds of villagers had completely disappeared in an instant, only the little starlight floating in the forest was the last trace of their stay in this world.

Yan Ning looked at the scene in front of him, the sadness in his heart was indescribable, he was covered in blood, knelt on the ground, and shouted in pain: "Fan is not saved, I will break you into ten thousand pieces!"

Fan Wusu saw Yan Ning's painful appearance, and his heart was even more happy, he slowly came to Yan Ning's side, and said with a smile: "What if you have ten thousand broken corpses?"

He twisted his body easily, then unloaded his arm and threw it in front of Yan Ning, the arm trembled and turned into green smoke, and an arm grew out of Fan Wuxu's body again.

"I don't have a body in the first place, even if you break my body into ten thousand pieces, I won't die or die! This is the gap between gods and men!" Fan Wuxu laughed at the sky.

"You're wrong, you're not a god, you're not a human, you're just a filth in heaven and earth, just a pitiful ghost with pretentiousness," Yan Ning's eyes were fixed on Fan Wuxu, "God benefits the people and takes the prosperity of all things as his own responsibility, and you, for your own selfish desires, harm the innocent, you deserve to be called a god?" haha!"

Yan Ning laughed maniacally: "If you are a god, my master Fang Shitian, our Maoshan Wumen, is the God King, the God Emperor, and the sanctioner who exterminates you poor gods!"

"Don't say it!" Fan Wuxu's face became more and more ugly, he opened his mouth, and his three-foot-long tongue penetrated Yan Ning's heart in an instant!

Yan Ning's round eyes looked at the blood slowly overflowing from his chest, but he was stunned and refused to let out a scream!

"Tell me, where is the Wumen ghost art. Fan Wusu asked cruelly.

"It turns out that you also want Wumen ghost arts, no wonder you want to disguise yourself as Wang Chao," Yan Ning smiled disdainfully, and hooked his finger at Fan Wusu again, "That's it, it doesn't hurt to tell you." ”

Fan Wusu leaned his face to Yan Ning's side, Yan Ning suddenly opened his mouth and spat out Fan Wuxu's blood, and then laughed: "In your grandfather's mind!

Fan Wusu was annoyed and ashamed: "Stinky boy, when I take your soul to the eighteenth layer of hell, you kneel and let me listen to you tell you about the ghost art of Wumen!"

Let's say it, he raised the soul hook chain, ready to hook Yan Ning's soul!

"Fan is helpless!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the forest, Fan Wusu froze, and when he looked back, he saw a boy in a sweatshirt standing not far away.

"Who are you?" asked Fan Wuxuan.

"Maoshan - the heir of the divination hall! Li Muyi!"

(To be continued.) (To be continued.) )