A small black banner suddenly appeared in Ma Chi's hand, and with a wave of the wind, it became a black flag. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ma Chi's lips moved slightly, and after chanting the mantra, his fingertips flicked, and a drop of essence blood fell on it, and the black flag was volleyed into the air, gushing out of the billowing black mist, he smiled and pointed, and the black flag rolled violently towards Zhang Qi.

The yin wind was blowing, and the anger was about to penetrate into the bone marrow, so he didn't dare to resist, and he controlled the flying sword to counterattack while leaping and dodging. But in the black mist, there were many ghosts, spewing corpse gas, waving claws, screaming and disturbing the gods, constantly attacking him, while the flying sword was like slashing into nothingness, and it could not do the slightest damage to those ghosts. What's even more terrifying is that the black flag is getting bigger and bigger, and the black fog is getting thicker and thicker, and it will soon cover this small hill.

The best thing to do now is to retreat immediately. But Zhang Qi is never reconciled, he retreats in case of difficulties, and hides in times of crisis, once this kind of character is formed, people will be abolished. Zhang Qi put away the sword, shouted, and slapped out with a palm, a puff of flames hit the thick fog, making a sizzling burning sound, the ghost was chaotic, and the banner stopped rising. The ghosts and ghosts of the underworld must be afraid of fire, and the flame trick has finally come into play.

Zhang Qi's confidence increased greatly, and he kept casting the flame trick, and the black flag had a tendency to be beaten back to its original shape. After a while, Zhang Qi's heart began to feel bitter, the flame technique was too consuming of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in the dantian was becoming more and more unsustainable. More bitter than him was Ma Chi, who wanted to sacrifice the Dementor Banner to force this person back, so as to take the opportunity to withdraw, but who knew that he would encounter a tendon and fight to the death. And the aura is terrifying, and the flame trick that can only be barely used in the late stage of qi training, this person is like playing. Judging by the age of this person, he must be a genius disciple of a great sect, and this is worth it! If he can get out, go home immediately, otherwise he will be hunted down and killed. If he knew that Zhang Qi was only twelve years old, he would definitely be so frightened that he would run away, how dare he fight here.

The Soul Banner is a top-notch magic weapon, and its control not only consumes spiritual energy, but also uses divine consciousness to stimulate the living souls that are included in it. Ma Chi can only rely on drops of essence blood to strengthen the connection with the flag, and now not only is the aura exhausted, but the essence blood has been bounced into several drops one after another, and the breath is sluggish and miserable. He is also a ruthless man, and he has rich experience in cultivation and fighting, knowing that both sides are the end of the strong crossbow, it depends on who can grit his teeth and hold on.

At this moment, a meow sounded, and at the same time, a black shadow flashed and pounced on the black flag. Zhang Qi is indeed too tender, and when he fights, he forgets his ambush, the two little guys wait left and right, and they don't see the big brother signal. is still fat and black alert, seeing that Zhang Qi is in danger, he will attack resolutely without waiting for the call. The stabbing sound kept sounding, the black flag was torn into strips of cloth, the black fog dispersed, and the ghosts were frightened. Another meow, with incomparable joy, the fat black mouth was wide open, the belly was rapidly swollen, the black fog and ghosts were all inhaled, and when it was over, he licked his mouth with his tongue, and the two vertical pupils flashed in the dark night, looking at the desperate horse gallop, as if he was looking forward to him to have something like this again.

Zhang Qi was shocked and annoyed, how could he forget these two little guys, and said that they were beaten in groups. The frightened horse galloped, and was about to run away desperately, when his neck suddenly tightened, and then he was hoisted, instinctively grasping the cold rope, and his feet kicked unconsciously in the standard mode of being hanged.

Zhang Qi suddenly received two messages in his mind: "Big brother, cast a trick, big brother, it's time to perform!" Okay, meet the wishes of these two little guys, bounce their bodies, twist their waists, swing their legs, and bring out a sonic boom with their strength, perfect roundhouse kicks, a ball of flesh and blood blooms like fireworks, and heaven and earth are slaughtered!

In the depths of the Gobi Desert, the underground is like a beehive, and the passages are connected vertically and horizontally. A pool of blood boiled violently, and a bloody man slowly walked out of it, and when he reached the edge of the pool, the blood had faded, his white hair was pale, his nose was deep, and his evil qi seemed to condense into substance. While he was stopping to meditate and calculate, a black-robed disciple came over tremblingly, knelt down and held up a tray, and in the plate was a broken life card, "Dare to kill my great-grandson, check! There is a sect to destroy the sect! There is a clan to destroy the clan! Draw the soul and refine the soul!" The roar of the master of the Xuanyuan Hall roared and echoed underground, and the heaven and earth changed color.

At the same time, in the depths of the blue wave pool, a huge water column rose into the sky, and there was an object several feet in the water column that was tumbling. After a few breaths, the jet of water turned into a torrential rain, and the object slammed into the pool, forming a huge whirlpool that rippled with wisps of blood. After a while, the object resurfaced, it turned out to be the sad turtle demon, cracks appeared on the hard turtle shell, and even more shattered was its heart. It took nine deaths to escape back to report the news, but he was angrily reprimanded by the king as a waste that was not enough to succeed and more than to fail, and kicked it out of the pool. That kick on the body hurt in my heart, and I was very devastated, and there was no merit and hard work! There was no hard work and there was fatigue, but as a result, tears were hanging down in my eyes, and my sorrow flowed backwards. Swimming towards the lair with pain and wounds, several huge black crows rattled in the trees as if mocking the turtle demon on the way. "You plagues, wait for the old paper to heal your wounds, dig out your nests, and swallow your eggs. The turtle demon gritted his teeth and swore secretly.

Zhang Qi on the hill, but felt that pie would really fall from the sky. Holding a small bag, dancing, humming haha, a little crazy. Fat Hei and Xiaocui are very worried and nervous, the eldest brother's magic is getting more and more serious, yesterday is the whole day! If it weren't for the storage bag being too dirty, Zhang Qi really wanted to kiss a few bites, turn over a bastard, a spirit crystal has no flowers, dreams come true, get what you want, good people have good rewards!

The storage bag is by no means a big commodity in the cultivation realm, it can be said to be a luxury for low-level monks, and it is a symbol of status. It is difficult to have a Qi cultivation period, and even if you are cultivating in the foundation building period, you will also take buying a storage bag as one of the main goals. Zhang Qi, who was crazy enough, explored the storage bag, and only then did he know what it means to be happy and sad, and he can't use the storage bag.

This village, no pole Tailai. What is planted and grown, what is raised, many displaced people who have fled, Wen Xun has taken root here. In the autumn harvest season, the five grains are abundant, the six animals are prosperous, the "mansion" in the village has become a holy place, the gods still live in it, and the villagers have to kowtow and bow down whenever they pass by. A small temple was built on a hill outside the village, and the incense was vigorous, and no matter how big or small the village was, they had to go to the temple to burn incense and pray before making a decision. The temple enshrines the only deity: the great god of the late Qing Dynasty. This is the place where the gods descend and destroy the ghosts, and the gods are named: Qingmo. Mortals are very simple and real, no matter if you are full of gods and Buddhas, we only recognize the one who protects us. Incense and mental power, when Zhang Qi stepped into a higher level, he realized how precious it was.

For most of the year, Zhang Qi has been living in the village. The life-and-death struggle made him know his own shortcomings, and the accumulated aura was hated less when it was used, and practice became the main theme of life, although the effect was not as good as the old tree hole, but the accumulation of bits and pieces eventually became a big river. In fact, he didn't know that his spiritual accumulation speed had reached an appalling level, and the feng shui of this small village had changed because of him.

The use of storage bags, Zhang Qi has been carefully studied. This is also his sorrow, if someone pulls it out, a few words, how can it be used to bother here. When he opened the storage bag, he was shocked, the mouth of the bag flashed, and the bag seemed to be illusory, and there was a mysterious power that formed an independent space. Either the probe will be bounced out of the way, or they won't be able to enter that space at all. Zhang Qi didn't dare to use brute force, such a delicate and precious thing, there was no place to cry if it was damaged.

Recalling Jin Yong's usage, it seems that he has pinched the mantra. The trick is easy to imitate, but I haven't heard this mantra recited it. Zhang Qi's thinking has gone into a misunderstanding, pinching what trick and reciting what mantra, that is Jin Yong's ability to not have a strong mind. Until one day after the practice, I looked at the long sword placed next to the storage bag in front of me, and secretly wished that if I could put it in, I didn't have to carry it in the brocade bag, how convenient it was. Staring at the long sword, his mind moved inexplicably, the long sword! Go in, didn't move, I was in a hurry, you went in! A miracle happened, the long sword disappeared at once, and the divine consciousness also entered that space.

The space is more than a dozen zhang square, in addition to the long sword that has just been put in, there are also a bunch of spirit crystals, a few jade bottles, jade boxes and other messy things. Zhang Qi held back his excitement, his mind locked on the long sword, and his heart moved, and the long sword appeared in his hand. Put it in, take it out, he continued to play a few more times, and then he couldn't hold back his mood anymore, and he screamed wildly.

Fat Hei and Xiaocui, who were lying on the bed with their eyes closed, were so frightened that they bounced up, and they were full of helplessness when they looked at each other, and they would always be shocked and surprised after a while, the eldest brother's magic disease was not cured. Then the fat black suddenly felt that he was being targeted by something, and he exploded his hair at once, and when he turned his head, he found that the eyes of the eldest brother were so evil! What do you want to do? What do you want to do! Before it can react, it finds that it has arrived in a lonely space.

What is this place?Fat Black panicked, and before he could figure it out, he realized that he was suddenly back in bed. Went in again, came out again, and the fat black was a little dizzy. Xiao Cui was so frightened that she hid in the corner of the bed, but she did not escape her bad luck, and kept disappearing and reappearing. By the end, the two little ones were already spread out on the bed, speechless and asking the sky, but Zhang Qi was heartless and laughing.