On the strange broken wooden boat, Zhen Ming stood with a long body, his body slightly bowed, like a wild beast, ready to attack at any time, opposite him, a hideous water ghost, a slender black hair, wielding an iron chain hook, a pair of blood-red ghost eyes, flashing blood-devouring light;

Relatively speaking, Zhen Ming is not afraid of the water ghost's action, on the contrary, he is afraid that the water ghost will not do it, because if the water ghost does not do it, he will have no chance, with the help of what he has learned, to find the flaws of the water ghost, and then use it, and then try to defeat the other party;

"Carving insect skills!"

The cunning water ghost, who seemed to be aware of the attack behind him, took a simple step sideways, easily dodged, and the fireball that came from behind him, stretched out his crimson and green tongue, licked his black and purple lips, and swirled the chain hook, sneering and mocking with disdain;

"Hmph!

Zhen Ming showed even more disdain, pinching the sword finger in his hand, pointing at the water ghost, pointing at the sword in the air, drawing a circle in the void, and the beaded fireball immediately reacted, and the magical moment stopped the trend of continuing to fly, like a flexible water snake, turned his head to surround the water ghost who got carried away;

"I can't do it!!!"

Seeing this, the water ghost rotated the chain hook and waved wildly, cursing viciously while cursing viciously, while coldly watching, the flame of the smaller and smaller Lianzhu fireball, fearless, strode forward;

"Huh? It's... What's going on?"

As a spellcaster, Zhen Ming naturally noticed that the mutation of the fireball, not only did the flame become smaller, but even his ability to control the fireball and perceive it quickly became weaker, but the mana consumed increased exponentially, as if it had been devoured by some monster;

"You can't escape!"

The cold words, full of the smell of blood, like the sound of gold and iron, sounded in the ears, the water ghost has not been able to hit the fireball, and suddenly became furious, grabbed the iron chain, shook it desperately, and threw the iron chain hook in his hand like a windmill, like a mad rush forward;

"I don't have to! I just need to kill you!"

By increasing the infusion of mana, he increased the perception and control of the beaded fireball, and cleverly used a trick to dance wildly, and the beaded fireball was instantly dispersed, like fireflies in the night sky, flying around the water ghost, disturbing his vision;

"Die!"

The manic water ghost, as if completely enraged by this attack, frantically rotated the chain hook, dancing impenetrable, as a result, the blind cat hit the dead mouse, and there were really a few fireballs, which were shattered by it in this brutal way;

"Hey, hey..."

Seeing this, the water ghost looked very excited, and the fireballs of the beads also produced a chain reaction, and they collided with each other, and the flames swelled for a moment, and then ended in a shattering ending, and in an instant, sparks splashed, firelight flew, and the remaining fireballs burst one after another;

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Zhen Ming didn't care, and swallowed a Hui Yuan Pill again to replenish the mana consumed very quickly in his body, because there was a strange restriction spell that devoured the magic power of mana, even if the fireball was not destroyed by the water ghost, it would be automatically extinguished because the spiritual power of the fire rune was exhausted;

"Greetings to the Emperor of Heaven! Command the Divine Soldiers! Sanqing Decree! Scatter Beans into Soldiers! Hurry Like a Decree!

Stretched out his hand from the Qiankun bag, grabbed a handful of soybeans refined by secret law, and threw his hand at the crazy water ghost, at the same time, chanting a spell in his mouth, and changing the sentence in his hand, he planned to summon some soybean soldiers first, and now trap the water ghost, and then find a way to kill him;

"Suffer death!"

The ugly-faced water ghost, after extinguishing all the fireballs, looked at the Zhenming not far away, reached into the Qiankun bag, seemed to be aware of the attempt to calm the Ming, with his strange voice, a strange scream, shook the iron chain hook, and rushed towards the soybeans spilled by the Zhenming;

"Huh?"

It's a pity that the beautiful idea gave the weird reality, a chance to show cruelty, and Zhen Ming used all the remaining mana in his body to condense the magic seal, but because of the sudden instability of the primordial spirit, most of the magic seal was condensed, and he ended up without a problem, and the sad spell casting failed;

"Crackle, crackle!"

The soybeans refined by the secret method, due to the failure of the practice of calming the underworld, after hitting the water ghost, only the spiritual power of the soybean itself played some role, and the golden light of the demon subduing flickered, just like on the water ghost, a burst of artillery was released, and its black hair fell wildly, and a burst of black smoke rose from its body;

"Ahh

The rampaging water ghost seemed to have completely lost his mind, and after some gibberish scolding, his terrifying face smirked, and he rushed forward frantically and desperately, and the iron chain hook in his hand did not hesitate, and he rushed at the town again, and threw it out hard;

"Damn it!"

Zhen Ming found out before, when the iron hook flew, the Yuan Shen in the body was unstable, and there was an urge to go three-dimensionally, at this moment, watching the water ghost rotate the iron hook, the feeling of Yuan Shen instability, it was even more obvious, this discovery, made him temporarily give up, face the enemy's plan;

At this moment, there was only one step between the Zhen Ming and the water ghost, and he urged the recovered mana in his body to speed up, maintaining the samadhi true fire ring of the body, and divided a part of it, trying his best to stabilize the Yuan Shen in the Mud Pill Palace, who was shaken by the hook of the soul chain, and snorted coldly at the actions of the water ghost;

"Humph!"

Yuan Shen: It is the Heavenly Master Taoist monk, through the cultivation of the secret method of Xuangong, the perception of the nature of heaven and earth, the excavation of their own potential, after cultivating for the Tao and reaching a certain realm, cultivating the secret method, smelting their own three souls and seven spirits into one, condensed;

Therefore, the primordial spirit of the Heavenly Master is the soul, and compared with the ordinary cloth, the scattered three souls and seven spirits, it is more powerful and stable, and when cultivated to a certain realm, it can also derive various mysterious magical powers, and it can also open up some magical powers through the practice of secret methods;

"Don't underestimate the Daoist!"

Zhen Ming scolded coldly, and his figure suddenly rose into the air, a somersault, dodging the attack of the water ghost, as well as the supernatural power that seemed to hook the soul, and the figure took this opportunity to fall behind the water ghost, and the fireball condensed by the samadhi true fire in his hand was thrown out vigorously towards the water ghost who was running wildly;

He wants to use the strange petrification power of the water of the River Styx to deal with the difficult water ghost in front of him, because the strange magic power of this water ghost is completely beyond the cognition of the water ghost, so at this moment, it is undoubtedly the best choice to adapt measures to local conditions and use strength. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info