After the six service ghosts were released, the great ghost of the mountain went straight to Fang Zhong, and he also saw that this person was too threatening to his subordinates, and the thunder spell was simply the nemesis of the service ghosts, only by killing Fang Zhong first, this battle would have a turnaround, and the rest would not be in sight. Fang Zhong rode the hideous beast back and forth like the wind, he couldn't catch up with it, but he put the six servants in a mess, slashed with a machete in his hand, and shouted: "If you don't use something, you can't get up and kill it!" "Several of the surrounding disciples of the Ghost Hall had already knelt down and surrendered, and they were all killed by him, and all their corpses were lying on the ground. A few people next to him who were not injured were frightened and stood up and fled for their lives. There was a mess here, and people from afar thought that these Taoist disciples were just like them, and they didn't even let go of those who surrendered, and they were slaughtering on a large scale.

When the Great Ghost of the Mountains was indiscriminately killing, Fang Zhong had already come to Zuo Near, raised his sword and slashed it, and shouted, "Don't stop yet!" The big ghost sneered: "Lao Tzu is about to bring you here and let you know how good I am!" He separated the attacking sword light with a sword, pointed forward, and the six service ghosts around him rushed forward in unison, surrounding Fang Zhong like a plum blossom. Each ghost was spaced several feet apart, slowly turning and turning. Fang Zhong had several rune papers in his hand, and seeing that the demon did not pounce, he unfolded his sword technique and fought with the great ghost of Nakun Mountain. The big ghost's knife was calm and powerful, much more powerful than Fang Zhong, but the hideous beast that Fang Zhong was riding was too fast, and it often slashed forward, Fang Zhong had already turned behind him, and when the knife slashed back, Fang Zhong was on the left side again. Fang Zhong's swordsmanship was very wonderful, killing that big ghost out of a stinky sweat. The big ghost of the mountain suddenly became anxious, and when he saw that Fang Zhong had turned to the right side again, he shouted: "The ghost has appeared!" One of the six service ghosts arranged outside suddenly disappeared, and at the feet of the monstrous beast, the wind rolled and suddenly appeared, and two scrawny arms grabbed Fang Zhong's feet. []

The beast was very clever, and when it sensed that something was wrong, it jumped to the side, and the demon that came out of it caught the air and was about to retreat back into the ground. Fang Zhong's palm opened, and the fire flashed, and a thunder spell was struck. The ghost screamed, and although it did not dissipate, the figure that was originally like a substance suddenly became much dimmer. The big ghost of the mountain said angrily: "Good boy, dare to hurt my baby." But he took out a ghost mound made of a gourd from his side, grabbed it in his hand and pinched it hard, the gourd shattered, and the ghosts inside turned into countless ghosts and scattered because of the destruction of the ghost mound before they appeared.

Fang Zhongxin said in his heart How can this person take out his own service ghosts, it's not that he and he can't afford it, when he was wondering, the six service ghosts around him rushed towards it at the same time, gathering together before the ghost qi dissipated, the ghosts countered each other, opened their mouths and sucked the ghost qi, but in an instant, they sucked the ghost qi out. Six ghost shadows were divided, and another plum blossom-like formation surrounded Fang Zhong. The service ghost who was originally injured by Fang Zhong was actually intact.

At the same time, there was a ghost on the left and right who opened his mouth and spit ghost mist, and around Fang Zhong, four ghost ghosts appeared at the same time, and together they cast the appearance of ghost poison, surrounded by poisonous gas, and they were about to drown Fang Zhong in it. Fang Zhong shot several runes in a row, and a Five Thunder Righteous Law was ready to be launched, but the battle ghosts came everywhere, and they could only attack one side. There was a loud bang, where the thunder flashed, a ghost in front of him was punched through a big hole, and the big ghost of Kushan knew something bad when he saw the thunder shining, and he hurriedly blocked the two yīn souls of a man and a woman on the left and right in front of him, and several ghost howls came out, and Fang Zhong beat three ghosts in a row with five thunder righteous methods. The big ghost of the mountain did not wait for the thunder to stop, turned his body vertically, raised the big knife and slashed high, he was already slashing with great force, and this time it was even more powerful. Fang Zhong was still surrounded by the other three serving ghosts, the ghost fog was filled, and he couldn't get out, and it seemed that he had to take this knife hard. The big ghost of Kunshan usually kills people, and there are very few techniques that can use this combo, and now it is not easy to see Fang Zhong, so he has to cut him under the knife.

A knife fell, piercing the void, and the white light only sank into the ground. The Great Ghost of the Mountains had already plunged into the place where Fang Zhong was, but this place was empty, and Fang Zhong had disappeared strangely. The big ghost is not simple, he knows that he escaped with a retreat technique, although I don't know why this kid has such a quick escape technique. He took another ghost mound from his body and pinched it with his hand, and the ghost qi in it floated out, and the six service ghosts leaned towards him at the same time, rotating and attracting each other like changing shapes, and sucking up the overflowing ghost qi in the blink of an eye. The three ghosts were so badly injured that they couldn't be restored for a while, and they only recovered after breaking a ghost mound.

It turns out that this set of his skills is his own creation of the same qi and branch technique, although a single service ghost is not powerful, but under this method, the six service ghosts can assist each other, which one is injured, and the other few who are not injured will deliver ghost qi relief at the same time, and so on and so on, and so on, and be invincible first. The reason why he made the people he killed into service ghosts was not that he was good at killing people for fun, as Sikong Liang said, but that the most important thing was that he needed the ghost energy of other service ghosts to supplement. Those pots and pots of ghost mounds are just spare consumables, as long as these six main service ghosts are okay, even if he kills more other service ghosts, he will not feel the slightest heartache.

Six service ghosts floated around him, and the big ghost of the mountain glared angrily at Fang Zhong, who appeared from not far away. At this moment, there was no one left running around him, and there were some disciples of the Dao Sect as far as the eye could see. Fang Zhong shouted: "Your Excellency has already lost, and you can't be caught yet." The great ghost of the mountain said angrily: "If you want me to tie my hands, break my Dao technique first, otherwise I will definitely come back and kill all of you pseudo-Taoists." Hmph, it's better to make ghost mounds one by one, which is much easier to use than those flat-headed people. Fang Zhong said: "I have seen you perform this ghost path technique twice, your ghost absorbs yīn cold ghost qi for a living, but I am afraid that it will not be difficult to break it." The big ghost of the mountain said: "Then break it and try it, when you can't break it, give me your life in one shot!" ”

Fang Zhong pondered for a moment, took a few steps forward with the hideous beast, took out eight small flags from his waist and threw them into the air, and took out five bronze mirrors, but only four of them were sacrificed, and these things flashed in the air, and I don't know where they fell. Fang Zhong said: "Let me try to see if it works." The big ghost of the mountain smiled and said: "I only want to deal with it now, temporarily cramming Buddha's feet, and burning incense when it is difficult, isn't it too late!" Fang Zhong said: "It's too late or not, I won't know until I try it." As he spoke, he quietly pasted the remaining bronze mirror to the bottom of the gourd.

The big ghost of Kunshan didn't know what Fang Zhong was going to do, but it was definitely not good for him, seeing that he was a sacrificial flag and a sacrificial mirror, he definitely wanted to put on a powerful formation to deal with himself, instead of waiting for him to finish arranging slowly, why not kill him, break out of the encirclement and reunite with the other three brothers, and then come back to get this one. Thinking of this, he yelled and killed. After Fang Zhong finished arranging, his sleeves flew continuously, and the rune papers that had already been written flew out one by one, and the fire in his palm was triggered, and in the blink of an eye, he hit seven or eight lightning spells. These are extremely ordinary spells, although the power is not large, but the victory is large, the speed is fast, and it does not damage Fang Zhong's true qi at all, and Fang Zhong only beat the two service ghosts in the front, how can that service ghost stand it, but in an instant, the ghost howls again and again, and his body is weak. Seeing that something was wrong, the big ghost of the mountain hurriedly called the first two back, and let the latter two continue to pounce on Fang Zhong, and at the same time dragged a ghost mound from his waist and pinched it hard.

The ghost qi scattered, and the two injured service ghosts just wanted to suck, but they saw that the ghost qi suddenly floated to the same place as if it had been cāo. The big ghost of Kunshan had never seen such a strange thing, and exclaimed, "What's the matter? "Take a closer look, the ghost aura is like a river and a sea, and the mighty ones are all heading towards Fang Zhong. And on Fang Zhong's waist, the mouth of a gourd opened, and countless ghost qi were sucked away by it.

Fang Zhong circled around the Great Ghost of Kuoshan, while sending talismans to wound the ghosts, while collecting the ghost qi that he kept pinching the ghost mound to replenish, poor that Kuoshan Ghost made wedding clothes for others, more than a dozen ghost mounds were broken, and his six ghosts were already dimmed, and less than one of the ghost qi absorbed, and the rest were all sucked by Fang Zhong.

The big ghost of Kunshan was completely red-eyed, and shouted angrily: "What kind of ghost method are you? What the hell? "Thinking that I will be planted today, those six service ghosts don't want it anymore, and they want to run away when they are reincarnated. He leaped forward, and he was in mid-air, but several flying stones were whistling from the side, and he couldn't dodge, and knocked down the machete in his hand, and even hit a piece of his face, almost breaking his face. This time the injury was so bad, the big ghost of the mountain got up, the Venus danced in front of him, and the road was unstable. Before he could see what was going on, a Taoist flashed on the side, with a gossip mirror on his head, a sword in his hand, and a slight stroke. The big ghost of Kunshan was dark, and he didn't know about it.

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About this novel

This novel has been written for more than one million words now, and many people think it is strange: Why did you write without signing? It's not a waste of time! In fact, this novel has nothing to do with the contract itself, but more about his own ideals and wishes. When I first started writing, I was very serious about writing this book, and I wrote more than 200,000 words at a time, and I only applied for a contract after completing three volumes. People told me that 300 collections were a stepping stone, and I waited until I had accumulated that number to apply. It's a pity that the result was very ruthless, and it was directly ignored, which hit me hard, so I slacked off. Many people complain that one of the pieces of the content has regressed and changed a lot, and it is precisely because of this result that they have been affected, and even thought of giving up.

It's really easy to give up a book, but there are still a lot of readers and friends who are paying attention to this book, which makes me yù can't stop, in order to complete an explanation, sometimes I want to write it well, sometimes I want to settle it hastily, how can I write a good book under this kind of mood entanglement. One of the things I regret the most is applying for a contract because he hit me, so I don't apply anymore and I still do today. Later, editors such as Phantom * Sword, Xiao * Say * Reading * Net, and Chase * Lang threw olive branches one after another, but I ignored them all, and always squatted in the Biqu Pavilion www.biquge.info guarding this lonely wasteland that belonged to me, neither advertising nor asking friends for help. Until I wrote a story about Invite Yuetang, I was a eunuch for a year, and a year later, when I was bored, I occasionally read my novels, and found that my collection was not decreasing but increasing, this abnormal phenomenon really made me feel ashamed, I said to me: I'm still a man, I can't live without the following! So I picked up the pen again. The most dissatisfied with this book is the plot of a novel written when I was in a bad mood, and sometimes I want to revise that paragraph (volumes 4 to 7) again, for fear that the change will be too big and cause discomfort to the original reader, so I don't do it, but sooner or later one day it will be changed, but the general plot will not change, because the outline has long been established, and the revision is only the description of the language mood and the fight.

The feeling of starting to write a book again is really different, because he has nothing to do with interests, purely for the sake of creation, whether praised or insulted by others, and it is not because he read the book that he made a pertinent conclusion. That's great, I'm very grateful, and thank you to my friends who read my book and have always supported me.