Mo Xiaozao didn't know that his body was disgusted, and his whole body became colder and colder after struggling weakly for a few moments. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ghostly aura on her body kept getting closer, rushing in through her nostrils, slamming into her body one after another, hitting her soul that had never been harmed in any way.

When she took over the magic pen, the magic pen didn't hurt her at all, and when Anxia left her that layer of shackles, she also took care of her wholeheartedly, such pain, like the discomfort of being constantly frozen by the ice, she was the first time to bear it.

Holding the magic pen in her hand, Mo Xiaozao's body became colder and colder, as if she was soaked in the Antarctic water in December, and the biting chill continued to pierce her.

No, you can't just die!

Mo Xiaozao's hand holding the magic pen flowed out of countless sweats, and all his strength was on his feet, trembling and rubbing forward little by little.

She had only moved two steps, as if it had been a century, and the ghost energy in her body was surging unscrupulously, tossing her body mercilessly.

Tuoba Xianbei was already standing in front of Anxia's ghost qi when she was trying to get out of the ghost qi, her green eyes were shining, "I can't imagine it, there is still a ghost qi in this!" ”

The black ghost aura is constantly tumbling, rich, and the pitch-black ghost aura is completely different from the ghost aura of Tuoba Xianbei.

Naturally, he would not let go of the opportunity to enhance his ghost qi, his dry hand reached out to the still surging ghost qi, his face distorted excitedly because of the power displayed in the ghost qi, and his hand darkened without hesitation.

The surging ghost qi quickly shrank, like a thin thread flowing into Tuoba Xianbei's hand.

The withered body swelled rapidly, the black skin became visibly white, and the whirring wind mixed with countless wails resounded all around.

"Let go!" She stood in the black qi, the magic pen in her hand glowing with brilliant gold, and swept Tuoba Xianbei at will, confirming an idea she had formed in the ghost qi.

Tuoba Xianbei came out with her in the underworld, and after surviving in the underworld for so many years, fighting so many ghosts to support herself, she is still vulnerable.

Mo Xiaozao roared, his body rushed to Tuoba Xianbei's side, and opened Tuoba Xianbei's hand with all his strength.

The ghost qi that condensed into a black line was interrupted, writhed twice, and slammed directly into her body, and her bones and blood were hurting from a huge pressure.

"Two-legged sheep, you really me off!" Tuoba Xianbei raised his eyebrows, condensing the information of his body and making him can't help but want to celebrate, naturally as the most suitable celebration food, Mo Xiaozao is impossible to ignore.

Quickly appeared beside her, grabbed her wrist and pulled back, punched her behind, and a trace of hair-thin ghost qi spat out of her mouth.

Tuoba Xianbei raised the corners of his mouth high, although he didn't know why there was such a good ghost qi in the body of the two-legged sheep, but his body was unimaginably restored, it was even stronger than when he killed his father Tuoba Tao!

Excitedly clasped her body, and her condescending gaze was paranoid, "Spit out all the ghost qi for me!" ”

"The beauty you think!" With a wave of the magic pen, the ghost scroll naturally appeared on the spread hand, and with two simple strokes, the smiling ghost in the ghost scroll flew out of the ghost scroll and landed on the ground staring at Tuoba Xianbei.

The smiling ghost took a deep look at her, and did not hesitate to pounce on Tuoba Xianbei.

Under the confrontation between the two ghosts, her mind became more and more painful, the gray color became more and more intense, her body also showed a kind of deathly whiteness, the undulating chest cavity stopped when she closed her eyes, and the snort had long been broken.

"Get out of my body!" She screamed, and pounced on the smiling ghost's movements.

Tuoba Xianbei didn't say anything, and as soon as his body moved, he shrank into a very small black dot, passing through his gray mind, and he couldn't find out that it was him at all.

She stood in place, let go of her hand and silently read the obscure words, under the words, the golden color of the magic pen intensified, and finally like the sun dispelling the darkness, quickly drove away all the gray colors, leaving only abrupt black spots.

"Two-legged sheep!" Angry words came out of the black spots, and Tuoba Xianbei's figure reappeared, quickly moving towards her.

As soon as her body moved, the ghost scroll in her hand disappeared in her hand, and she sighed in her heart that the ghost scroll could disappear with her thoughts, and she still didn't forget to wave her pen and hit Tuoba Xianbei.

After widening the distance, she stared at Tuoba Xianbei in front of her, and a small word slid out of nothingness.

Tuoba Xianbei snorted coldly, extremely disdainful of this kind of thing that he had never heard or seen, and his open hand gushed out a strong ghostly aura and bumped into it unswervingly.

She blurred a lot because of the impact, and her whole body hurt, so she wrote down a word with a pen.

This is the ability she discovered when the magic pen was stimulated, as long as the words she wrote, she would change according to what she thought, much like the words in the comics she read, and it was fundamentally different from that.

Yan Ling is driven by no requirements and costs in the comics, and between her and this word, she wants to feed her own blood to the magic pen to give her own thoughts to the word, and the special thing is that her blood is not just a word, it will be consumed.

Mo Xiaozao watched the black dot leave his body, the hand holding the pen tightened, and without any hesitation, he stabbed towards his arm.

Pain.

Along with the pain came an indescribable power, stretching in her limbs, chasing the ghostly energy, constantly driving out her soul.

While enduring the pain of her soul being refined, she opened her eyes and looked vigilantly at Tuoba Xianbei in the room.

Tuoba Xianbei's hair was messy, there were spots of blood on her white hands, and the laughter kept coming out of her lowered head, which was eerie and chilling, and it felt like she was back in hell once.

She frowned, her body seemed to be frozen in place, and she could only feel a pair of wet hands moving on her body, like a squid's suckers, clinging to her body, as if she could hear the sound of the hand rising and falling in her ears, and a tingling pain came from her ears.

"How long are you going to be entangled with such a little ghost?" Leng Suran leaned against the door, and with enough fingers, a small ball of white light flew out of Tuoba Xianbei's body and turned into a white bead the size of a fingernail.

"I don't need you, I can do it myself." She held the magic pen, and already knew that Leng Suran knew that she had this ghost on her, but she had been waiting, waiting for her to type it out by herself, or solve it!

The magic pen flashed golden and crimson under her movements, and the falling extinguishing was imprinted on Tuoba Xianbei's face, and an unbearable stench came out of the snort, like a long fermentation after rotting, brewing a smell she had never smelled before.

At that moment, she suddenly thought of the canned herring that was rumored on the Internet, and she didn't know if it smelled worse than this.

When Tuoba Xianbei died, an immeasurable ghost qi came out, and after filling the entire room, it was constantly devoured by an unusually small cloud of ghost qi.

(To be continued.) )