But now, in the face of the twelve menacing Yin ghosts, a faint smile flashed at the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, which was very different from the angry expression of the Yin ghosts.

The way of the formation of the Nanyang Head Descending Master is certainly very different from the inheritance of Middle Earth, and has its own unique secrets, but on the whole, it is far less profound than the inheritance of the Wuji Gate. More often, the head lowering master emphasizes the cultivation of the head lowering, the cultivation of yin ghosts, and the cultivation of natal spirit pets, in short, they pay more attention to direct combat power. The formation is only an auxiliary way, and it is mostly used for defense, relatively speaking, it is not so important.

The stone henge here, although it was personally arranged by the great master of Modo, in Xiao Fan's eyes, it was just ordinary. If it weren't for the extremely cold leyline yin qi here, this stone formation would basically not have much merit in Xiao Fan's opinion.

With just a little trick, he forced out the twelve yin ghosts hidden here.

However, it is easy to force out twelve Yin Ghosts, and if you want them to go back, I am afraid it will not be so simple. These yin ghosts seem to have their own thoughts and consciousness, although they are not so sure, Xiao Fan always feels this way. These yin ghosts stared at him, their eyes seemed to be different from those of Sunan, as if they were looking at him curiously.

This kind of "confrontation" did not last long, and with a "whew", the faint black mist that permeated the entire holy spring suddenly swirled, and the bodies of the twelve Yin Ghosts rushed forward at the same time, instantly merging into the black mist. This black mist was "swept away" by Xiao Fan's practice, and then vigorously absorbed by the twelve statues, and it was already very thin. As soon as the twelve Yin Ghosts threw themselves into it, they immediately became extremely thick again. Like black ink, it spun rapidly, forming a huge black vortex in the air. shrouded Xiao Fan head-on.

In the eyes of outsiders, this whirlpool is only a few zhang square, but the inside is its own. Xiao Fan seemed to be suddenly in the boundless dark night, looking around, all of them were thick black fog that could not be dissolved, and a bone-chilling cold was blowing wave after wave. In the black fog. Twenty-four red eyes, like lanterns dripping with blood, swirled wildly around Xiao Fan. One after another hideous ghost heads opened their big mouths of black holes in front of Xiao Fan, ghostly, and made a gesture to swallow Xiao Fan in one gulp.

Among the stone formations. In an instant, it became a living hell.

Xiao Fan Haoran was circling all over his body. The treasure light on his face is faint, isolating all the yin wind and ghosts. Although these yin ghosts were not personally presided over by the head descending master, they were personally raised by the great master of the Modo, and their power goes without saying. Xiao Fan didn't dare to hold it up, it was not fun to let these yin ghosts get wet and drop their heads.

But so it goes. But it has become a momentum of only defending and not attacking, and the twelve Yin Ghosts rely on the continuous flow of Yin Qi from the Holy Spring. The whirlpool offensive is endless, and the tired and exhausted people are exhausted. As soon as the trapped person's defense slackened slightly, they immediately took advantage of the weakness to enter.

This is still because Xiao Fan is too powerful, and the twelve Yin Ghosts can't forcibly break through the defensive circle of Haoran Righteousness and change to a slightly weaker opponent, but in a moment, they will be swarmed by the twelve Yin Ghosts and devoured cleanly.

No wonder Mokyu dared to leave the villa and go to Huangfu to hunt down Sunan.

With such a powerful means of defense laid here, even if Chaiwang did not die under the long knife of Kiani, he would definitely not be able to withstand the "wheel battle" of the twelve Yin Ghosts.

It's a pity that Xiao Fan is not Chai Wang.

Dare to force the twelve yin ghosts out, Xiao Zhenren has his own means to deal with it.

Seeing that the black mist vortex was turning more and more fiercely, seemingly endless, Xiao Fan let out a cold "hum", raised his right hand, and more than ten talismans rose into the sky, the red light flashed, dazzling, and suddenly broke through the huge whirlpool composed of black mist, and flew straight towards the twelve white jade sculptures, firmly sticking to the white jade sculptures, the chaotic pattern flickered endlessly, and it was extremely gorgeous.

The connection between the white jade sculpture and the twelve yin ghosts in the air came to an abrupt end.

The Yin Qi that was continuously absorbed from the Sacred Spring's leylines was cut off at once.

The twelve Yin Ghosts were startled, and the whirlpool that swirled wildly suddenly became sluggish.

Xiao Fan's wrist flipped, and the red "Qiankun Ding" emerged, suspended upright a foot in front of Xiao Fan's chest, slowly rotating. Xiao Fan pinched the trick with his left hand, rotated with the five fingers of his right hand, and the tricks continued to enter the "Qiankun Ding". The Dao pattern of the tripod body immediately flowed rapidly, and a red chaos diagram with a square circle gradually took shape above the tripod mouth.

"Hurry!"

Xiao Fan broke off with a snort, and pointed out with his right hand that a surging mana poured into the "Qiankun Ding".

I saw that the chaotic pattern of the "Qiankun Ding" Dingkou suddenly closed, turned into a funnel shape, turned faster and faster, a powerful suction force was displayed, and the black fog in the sky suddenly turned into a tornado, shooting towards the "Qiankun Ding".

Xiao Fan actually sacrificed the "Qiankun Ding", preparing to forcibly collect the twelve powerful ghosts condensed by the yin qi of this leyline.

Facts have proved that the "Qiankun Ding" has an excellent effect on dealing with these things such as lowering heads and ghosts.

The twelve Yin Ghosts are certainly powerful, after all, there is no head lowering master to preside, and that bit of autonomy is pitiful, and when they are caught off guard, the dense fog formed by the Yin Qi of the leylines is absorbed by the "Qiankun Ding".

The Yin ghosts were suddenly shocked, and they couldn't care about anything else, they reappeared in the air one after another, their faces full of panic, desperately resisting the huge suction force emitted from the "Qiankun Ding", it seemed that they all knew that once they were included in the small red Ding, there would be absolutely death or life. The aura exuded by "Qiankun Ding" is the nemesis of all kinds of ghosts.

It's just that the suction of the "Qiankun Ding" is so strong, even if the twelve yin ghosts are connected as one, it is difficult to resist, and they are pulled by the suction little by little, falling towards the Dingkou. The body, which was originally very condensed and like an entity, was also much weaker at the moment, compared to the six yin ghosts raised in southern Sunan, it was not as good.

Just when it was "critical", there was a soft sound, and Ji Qingsha's figure only appeared out of the labyrinth.

There was also an extremely strong signal from the Xuanwu armor, and there were a large number of head descending masters, which were already very close to here. What especially made Xiao Fan vigilant was that the Xuanwu armor showed that the great master of Mojiu had left the Huangfu mansion and was rushing back to the manor.

Time is running out.

Xiao Fan looked up at the twelve yin ghosts who were desperately struggling and twisting in mid-air, shook his head slightly, and with a move of his right hand, the whirlpool of the "Qiankun Ding" Dingkou disappeared, and Xiao Ding flew up lightly and arrived in Xiao Fan's hands.

The twelve Yin Ghosts only felt that the strong force suddenly disappear, and immediately as if they had been amnestied, they all turned around and flew towards their respective white jade sculptures, and in an instant, they burrowed into the sculptures and disappeared without a trace.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "Baoyu is psychic".

It seems that these twelve white jade sculptures are the usual shelter for these yin ghosts.

In an instant, within this stone henge, around the holy spring, there was a sense of tranquility, the breeze gusted, the ripples rippled, the budding "red flame grass" emitted a faint fragrance, a good "lotus pond moonlight" scenery, only the body of Chai Wang and the huge body of Kiani lying there, indicating that this place had just experienced a tragic battle.

Xiao Fan stood up and greeted Ji Qingsha.

In the last scene just now, Ji Qingsha could see it clearly, the sky above the holy spring was clear, and the situation of the entire holy spring was even more unobstructed, Ji Qingsha's eyes were immediately attracted by the bright red flower in the center of the holy spring, and her eyes were shining.

"This is ...... 'Red Flame Grass'?"

After a while, Ji Qingsha shouted in a low voice.

"Yes, it's a pity that it's not fully mature."

Xiao Fan came to Ji Qingsha's side and replied softly, with a slight regret in his tone.

Ji Qingsha was suddenly dizzy, and couldn't help but shout: "Huh? Not fully mature, what does that mean...... Are we busy tonight? ”

Finally looking at a loophole, the great master of the Modoe was not in the manor, so he broke into here, although he did not say that he had gone through a lot of hardships, at least it was not simple, and he purely relied on the four big head masters of the "Naji faction" to open the way, which was a big bargain. Who knows that when things come to an end, the "Red Flame Grass" has not matured, but where does this start?

Xiao Fan didn't seem to be so depressed, and comforted in a low voice: "It's not in vain, there are still harvests." ”

"But after tonight, there will never be another chance like this. The Modove will definitely stay here and not go anywhere. ”

Ji Qingsha said very depressedly.

Originally, he wanted to avoid Mo Jiu, so he left Sunan and Yuan Chengzi alone and went straight here, who knew that he would still need to meet him in the end. It's hard to predict who will win and who will lose. But one thing is for sure – this is the home of the Modove!

"If it was meant to be so, there was nothing to say. Let's go! ”

Xiao Fan gently patted Ji Qingsha's shoulder and said.

Glancing at the saffron swaying in the wind in the holy spring, Ji Qingsha was helpless, so she had to nod. This immature "Red Flame Grass" was picked back, but it had no effect and could not save Xin Lin.

About twenty minutes later, Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha appeared in front of Fan Le.

It is naturally not easy to break into the core area of Mogu Manor silently, but if you want to exit quickly, it is not so difficult for Xiao Fan. After all, after a big battle, the guard force of Modove Manor lost most of it, the six big head divisions were either killed or injured, and the losses of the other guard forces were even heavier.

Seeing that Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha were all fine, their expressions were calm and calm, Fan Le let out a long sigh of relief.

For two hours, he was alone outside, and the torment in his heart was needless to say.

"How?"

"Let's go, let's go back first, the dove should be back soon."

"Okay."

Fan Le nodded, said no more, and then started the car and galloped towards Luojia City.

In the distance, two bright lights came straight ahead.

Someone was rushing to the Modove estate.

At this time, except for the great master of the Mahogue, it should not be anyone else.

Fan Le's heart suddenly lifted suddenly. (To be continued......)