Then Zhang Sanfeng took the Dongfang Fighting Spirit back to the room where Miss Dongfang was.

Zhang Sanfeng took a closer look at the formation that he didn't have in this room, frowned slightly, took out the compass from his arms, and gently pulled it a few times. The pointer turned again, this time the pointer pointed to the northeast, as if he had figured out something, Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

At this moment, a gust of yin wind struck, jingling, and the string of diamond bells hanging above the head suddenly swayed slightly, making a crisp sound.

"It's coming!"

Zhang Sanfeng took a breath of spiritual energy, plucked one of Miss Dongfang's hair, and put it in the spirit rune he drew during the day, folded the spirit rune into the shape of a crane, and then put the crane into the compass. In an instant, the crane was held up by a magical force. Flailing his wings, he flew northeast.

"Follow the Soul Chasing Spirit Crane!"

On Lanhai Street, several Humvees were speeding up, and the strange thing was that a crane made of yellow paper flew in front of this Humvee.

At twelve o'clock in the night, the wind was gusting. The night wind is howling, blowing the white flags not far away, and the yellow paper is flying, which makes people feel eerie and terrifying.

Mass graves, also known as mass graves, are earthen mounds where no one manages to allow people to bury the corpses. Legend has it that during wars, plagues, and natural disasters, there were too many dead people and they were hastily buried, so that later the bones were everywhere and overgrown with weeds, so that even during the day, few people passed here.

The Soul Seeking Crane stopped in front of a grave and stopped moving.

"I'm like a mother, why are I so scared?" Looking at the "scenery" in front of him, Zhang Sanfeng felt that his legs had become heavy.

"Little master, what should I do next?" Dongfang Fighting Soul is also pale.

"Calm, look at your bear-like appearance, do you still want to save your daughter? Let people take the dog's blood down! ”

Zhang Sanfeng silently hinted to himself in his heart: Pretend to be B to pretend to be a full set, no, if this makes people find out that they are shrugging, how can they do business in the future, besides, don't you have so many meat shields, you are afraid of a ball!

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, the others seemed to have found the backbone of the main body, and got busy as he commanded.

It's very quiet, it's a little scary, there is not even a sound of insects here, and a faint fog shrouds the entire mass grave, Zhang Sanfeng understands that someone has set up a formation, and he is afraid that ordinary people will find something.

Zhang Sanfeng estimated that the other party might have discovered the arrival of these people. Maybe I don't understand the reason why everyone came, but the other party didn't make a move.

"Pay attention! I'm going to break the other party's soul magic and force them out! With Zhang Sanfeng's words, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

"Burn!" With the word Zhang Sanfeng issued, the soul-chasing crane instantly spontaneously combusted.

"Look for death!" A deep sound sounded in the black fog, and in the silence of the night, it seemed particularly intimidating.

Zhang Sanfeng felt the coldness in the air, and then saw a black shadow appear out of thin air in the fog.

This shadow is hazy, as if it is illusory, it seems to be made of paper at all, and a long tongue is stuck in the mouth, hanging the ghost?

"Phew!!" Zhang Sanfeng's aura entered the dantian, and he suddenly shouted, his body stopped in the middle, and he raised his eyebrows and said sharply: "Why don't you be evil, dare to do evil!" ”

"Can this mortal see me? Looks like a psychic person. The little ghost said to himself, but he quickly thought of the purpose: "Who are you, so bold, dare to destroy the good things of my family!" ”

"Shame!" A rune paper shot out, and the little ghost was beaten and scattered.

"You are so bold, dare to hurt my ghost!" The black mist said in a voice so cold that it could almost drop ice slag on the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng waved the peachwood sword in his hand again, pinched a trick, and shouted: "Ghost mist, retreat!" ”

When the fog cleared, a middle-aged monk dressed in a black robe sat cross-legged and looked at everyone with a somewhat hideous expression.

"It's him, the monk back then!" Dongfang Dou Soul recognized the other party's identity at a glance and scolded, "Why are you hurting my daughter!" ”

"I gave your daughter a healthy life at the age of eighteen, isn't it okay to receive some benefits?" The middle-aged man in the black robe said.

"You're looking for death!" , and wanted to run towards the other party as he spoke.

"Don't be impulsive!" Zhang Sanfeng grabbed the Dongfang Fighting Spirit who was about to run away, "Don't be fooled!" ”

"Boy, who are you, why do you want to wade into this troubled water, as long as you leave, I can act as if nothing happened." The black-clothed monk seemed to know the difference between Zhang Sanfeng and wanted to convince him.

"Collect money from people and eliminate disasters for others!"

"So, there's no talk about it? Then let's die together! Hyakki Night Walk! "Dozens or hundreds of imps emerged from the grave, all with hideous faces.

Some have disheveled heads, pale faces, prominent eyes, and a long, blood-red tongue that can spit out from their mouths; Some are like children and behave unpredictably; Some have a peculiar appearance, their hair stands on end like a needle, and they feel a bit like the exploding head of a hippie now, their hair is unkempt over their heads, and they appear to be very large, and they wear brightly colored clothes; Some have fangs in their mouths, wide mouths and big eyes, and even horns like wild beasts on their heads......

Seeing so many strange-shaped ghosts at first glance, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, let alone other people.

"Squirt dog blood!"

As soon as the order was given, I saw several bodyguards dressed in black walking out of the car, each of them holding a gardener's watering can, hearing Zhang Sanfeng's order, and pinching his fingers at the same time, he suddenly squirted black and red dog blood with a strong fishy smell towards the hundred ghosts!

Several weak ghosts directly turned into white mist, and the strength of the ghosts that were not directly eliminated also decreased a lot, and almost completely dimmed to the extreme, as if they were about to drift away at any time as soon as the wind blew.

And the old monk has also become a soup chicken, and it shouldn't be called a dog's bloody head.

"Holy, your mother." The old monk directly squirted out a mouthful of blood, not to mention that he really couldn't tell whether it was dog blood or human blood.

I said that this old monk is quite wronged, he doesn't know that Zhang Sanfeng used the seven-star lamp to protect the rest of Miss Dongfang's soul, or used soul dementorship as usual, according to the usual soul should have been taken back, but this time no, he harmed in case the soul has left the body and is lost halfway, the eighteen years of preparation will be wasted, until Zhang Sanfeng breaks the soul dementorship, he is casting spells.

This time it's terrible, backlash! Let the old monk be completely unable to act. Otherwise, according to the strength of the old monk, everyone would have gone to hell a long time ago, and no, it would be hell now.

The martial cultivators really looked down on this peachwood sword at first, and they all waved their fists to fight, obviously it didn't work at all, this is that no one can help anyone, there is a force to break ten thousand laws, and that is also after the release of true qi.

Seeing that their fists and feet were useless, the martial cultivators were also a little afraid, and they didn't know who used the peachwood sword first, and the spirit rune on the tip of the peachwood sword had just stabbed a little ghost, and the little ghost immediately let out a sudden scream.

The little ghost's already green and black face became even more hideous and scary.

"The peachwood sword works!"

I don't know who shouted loudly, and everyone else followed suit.

"Damn, why are there still ghosts? Why are you so unsophisticated, old fellow! Zhang Sanfeng looked at the black shadow that appeared behind the old monk, and his face was green.

You must know that this ghost is on the same level as the ghost.

I saw a black shadow flashing, and several martial cultivators were knocked to the ground, and the peachwood sword in their hands was also broken in half, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.