The evil cultivator finally realized that it was not possible to drag on like this.

Surrounded by water vapor molecules, wet, hidden and killing, the Fu Seal that flew over from time to time always greeted his face, and he also had to be distracted to dodge a series of fireballs and wind blade attacks, his own actions were greatly disturbed, and he also caused some damage to a greater or lesser extent.

In particular, every time he wanted to catch the two furnace girls, the body refining female cultivator was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which was very annoying.

His face was gloomy, he had been holding himself up before, thinking about catching alive, and he didn't want to easily provoke the great enemy of the Mo family, but as a result, the corpse puppet was killed without paying attention, and a female baby ran away. If you don't settle the battle as soon as possible, and wait for someone from the City Lord's Mansion to come, you really have to explain here today.

Thinking of this, he no longer kept his hand, and took out an eerie black flag, it is important to capture the furnace alive, but it is enough to take a breath.

"Hyakkiba!"

Lin Lan had seen more than once in his previous life that the Yin Damage Killing Weapon was a necessary weapon for the disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect.

The Hyakki Flag, as the name suggests, traps the soul in the banner and casts it into a magic weapon. When used, the ghosts go out like black clouds to avoid the sun, gnawing away all living beings. The more souls in the flag, the more tragic the death, the heavier the anger, and the more lethal it is.

According to the number of devouring monks' souls, the black flags are also divided into grades, the hundred ghost flags are the most basic, and the upper ones are the thousand ghost flags, the flags are dark gold, and the main soul is the soul of the monks who build the foundation of the Great Perfection, as for the ten thousand soul flags, Lin Lan has not seen them yet.

Therefore, many disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect have only practiced this one banner for many years, some of them have singled out mortal villages, some have artificially started wars in the secular world, and some have been stained with the blood of many monks, and their methods are extremely cruel.

The disciples of the Corpse Yin Sect themselves have average combat power, but the day they become is the time when they are rampant, and the companionship of the corpse puppet can be said to be a terrifying existence. The righteous people don't know how many times they have been encircled and suppressed, but they have injured 10,000 enemies and 8,000 themselves, so in these years, large-scale conflicts have rarely broken out.

"Not good!"

Yun Yu and the others also knew how powerful this flag was, and they attacked him in a strong way, trying to stop him from opening the flag.

But how could the foundation monks be so easy to deal with?

"Poison Blast!"

A burst of green powder sprayed on everyone, bursting in mid-air, and the whole street was suddenly filled with poisonous gas.

"Come here!"

Lin Lan controlled the vines and quickly pulled back Yun Yu, Zhang Xiaoling's hands were clear, and a piano sounded, "An inch of clouds and an inch of heart, water prison technique!" ”

The sky turned into a turquoise cage, enveloping the four of them, isolating them from the poisonous smoke outside. And the poisonous smoke touched the water dungeon, making a corrosive sound, and several people's faces were not very good-looking, because what followed was the launch of the Hundred Ghost Flags!

The black clouds swept in with a roaring sound, and if you looked closely, it was a soul with a hideous expression, as if it still retained the posture of dying, with severed arms and limbs, and blood was everywhere, and it was going to devour everything in the world before stopping.

The leader was the soul of a Qi Refining Great Perfection monk, his eyes were bloody, his anger was fierce, and he was full of unwillingness and anger.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The water prison can't stop the soul body, Lin Lan and the others desperately resist the bite of the ghosts, and at the same time, they are affected by the evil qi, and negative emotions such as despair, sadness, killing, and greed come to their hearts one after another.

In the sea of corpses in the soul mountain, the four of them were like a fluttering boat, struggling to support them.

The evil cultivator muttered words in his mouth, with a look of pride, and within half a burnt of incense, he would definitely trap a few people on the spot.

It's not okay to go on like this, looking at Zhang Xiaoling's Yaoqin, she hurriedly shouted, "Xiaoling, can you play the death spell?" ”

"Learned a little!" Zhang Xiaoling's eyes lit up, and she blasted away several ghosts around her, and Yaoqin stood sideways.

"Nam no Bhagabdi, Amitabha Night, Dortagadha Night, Dortagadha Night......"

A shallow Sanskrit singing sounded, like sunlight dispelling the darkness and cleansing the world.

The sound of the piano is lingering, and the ghosts are confused. The ordinary ghosts weakened their offensive under the excesses of the Death Curse, and even the leading monk's soul was slightly stunned and fell into a struggle.

There is a door, and Lin Lan and the others are also in high spirits, the negative emotions are swept away, and the pressure is greatly reduced.

Seeing this, the evil cultivator immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the black flag, and the black flag suddenly shone again. The ghosts, who had been struggling and hesitating, resumed their actions again, and they all whimpered and attacked the four of them.

The situation was one-sided, and several of them hung up their lotteries, crumbling, and saw that they were about to lose.

Capture the thief and capture the king first. Lin Lan took out a bottle of Spatial Spirit Spring and drank it, recovering his spiritual power, while asking Mo Zhanchen, "Is there a way to control him?" ”

Mo Zhanchen really has a rich family background, "Yes, but he can only trap him for two breaths!" ”

Two breaths were enough, Lin Lan's brain was quickly calculating, and she made a decision in an instant, "Sister Yun, block the ghosts, I'll figure out a way!" ”

"Hold on!"

Yun Yu and Zhang Xiaoling instantly increased their pressure, rising and falling in the tide composed of ghosts and monsters, gritting their teeth to deal with it.

As Lin Lan spoke, he pulled out and rushed towards the evil cultivator with his ink-stained wheelchair.

"Do you want to die?" The evil cultivator was obviously puzzled by Lin Lan's actions, and was about to attack, when he faced a pair of brilliant silver eyes of the galaxy.

……

Sky blue, grass green, where is this?

He looked around and saw a herd of old cows grazing while he sat on their backs.

"Brother Ergou, are you herding cattle and falling asleep again? Mother told you to go back to dinner. A little girl with braids and snot came running over and said.

Sister, mother?

Wasn't he forced to death by Wang Fugui a long time ago?

He was stunned, tied the cow, and followed the little girl home. The eye is full of familiar wooden fences and mud houses.

"Ergou is back, come and wash your hands."

After not seeing his mother's kind smile for many years, and his father who was paralyzed in bed, Ergou took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his eyes sparkled.

"Okay, mother!"

"Look at your child, your clothes are torn again, and my mother will make up for you." Ergou obediently took off his clothes, staring intently at the figure of his mother on the kang, but in his thirties, her hair was mixed with silver threads after years of hard work, and her hands were full of patched clothes, and the fine and dense stitches seemed to be woven into his heart.

"Brother Ergou, you eat." A piece of candy was stuffed into his mouth without saying anything, and the girl's crooked eyes were like crescent moons, "Is it sweet?" ”

He lowered his head and savored it, but did not reply.

"Is it sweet?" The girl asked.

"Sweet? Scold...... Hahaha! A tear fell to the ground, at first faintly incomprehensible, but then the laughter grew louder and louder, as if madness.

"Sweet, so sweet."

It was a child's face, but it showed a sense of slaughter, which shocked the mother and daughter in the house.

"Ergou, what's wrong with you? Aren't you in a nightmare? A warm hand ran over his forehead.

"You and your sister rest in peace, I have killed Wang Fugui's entire family, I have drained their souls and refined their souls, imprisoned them in the Hundred Ghost Banners, and they will never be able to live forever."

The mother and daughter in front of him, the ice and snow of the house melted, and when he turned around again, a beam of sword light exploded in front of his eyes.

……

The evil cultivator spent half an hour in the illusion world, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was only for a moment.

But this moment is enough!

Lin Lan did not hesitate, took out the third-level sword gang talisman that Old Murong gave her to save her life and threw it over, which was equivalent to the offensive of the monk in the late stage of foundation building with all his strength.

"Boom!"

The entire alley trembled, and Lin Lan was blown away by the force of the shock.

The light shield of the ink-stained wheelchair cracked inch by inch like a mirror, and he forcibly opened the delusional eye, and used the illusion technique, which had greatly overdrawn the potential of his body, and at this time he spit out a mouthful of blood and languished.

"Dead?"

Lin Lan poured a mouthful of spiritual spring and stared ahead.

……

The smoke and dust cleared, and in the middle of the moonlit night, a bloodied rickety figure appeared in front of them.

"Ahem, the illusion is good, it's a pity. As a token of gratitude, I'm going to leave you a whole corpse ......."