At the other end, the rickety old woman shook the soul bell unhurriedly.

Gu Sanning gasped, the pain torn from the depths of her soul caused her to shrink, and the outstretched hand almost retracted.

At this head, Ji Fuwan noticed Gu Sangning's abnormality, and at the moment, regardless of expelling the yin qi in his body, the wooden hairpin in his hand changed, elongated to the length of a forearm, the thickness of his thumb, and the tip flowed with cold glow under the blue light.

With a flip of his fingers, he stabbed at the direction of the rickety old woman with a firm purpose.

"Humph! Bite off more than one can chew. ”

The old woman flicked her sleeves, shook the soul bell for a while, grabbed the tip of the hairpin with her five fingers, and smiled coldly in Ji Fuwan's surprised gaze, "Dare to take out the carving insect skills to show ugliness?" ”

The words fell, and before Ji Fuwan could react, the palm of the black gas surging straight towards her chest.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood arrow spit out from Ji Fuwan's mouth, and the person quickly retreated a few meters and crashed into the thick stone pillar surrounded by the hall inside.

The slender figure curled up together, obviously in extreme pain, and the black lines spread up from the skin inside the placket, like a living little worm gradually crawling to the neck and stopping at the chin.

After a while, it disappeared strangely, and the skin exposed to the air was still as white as jade.

"Soldiers, Soldiers, Fighters, and Fighters ......"

A faint voice barely heard the words.

The rickety old woman frowned, and looked slightly sideways to the left.

The girl, who was supposed to be like a puddle of mud on the ground, stood up at some point, and her hand quickly knotted.

So fast that you can barely tell the shape of the previous handprint.

And in front of these hands floated a string of rosaries.

The rosary consists of a total of twenty-one beads.

The surface of the twenty wood beads is delicate, smooth and moist, with a halo, exuding a light and elegant ancient charm wood fragrance, with delicate texture and hard texture, which is the best thunder split jujube wood.

The remaining one, in the shape of an oval.

There was a faint milky white halo in the surrounding blue light, and the inner circle was mixed with a golden dark light, soft but strong to hold back the yin qi within a meter, enveloping Gu Sang Ning in the range circle.

"Both."

Seeing this scene, the rickety old woman's pupils shrank, and her black eyes, which were only the size of mung beans, instantly shrank to the size of pinholes, and her wrinkled face showed a trace of fear.

Soon, however, the expression on his face gradually distorted and became terrifying.

"Array."

Almost instantaneously, the white hair coiled up by the rickety old woman spread out for no reason, and the yin qi condensed and covered every strand of hair, extending indefinitely, turning into a tentacle-like living creature behind her back.

Immediately after, tens of thousands of strands of hair suddenly ran through the lonely souls and wild ghosts on the field.

In a terrible ghost cry, the hair became more and more open.

The yin qi absorbed from the hundred ghosts condensed into substance, and under the black qi, the grimaces hidden under the hair could be vaguely seen.

"Columns."

Hundreds of strange laughing voices were bundled into a line, intending to pass through the protection of the rosary and recreate the initiator spiritually.

At the moment of being attacked by the sound waves, the rosary slowly rotated, as if an invisible hand was playing, gradually forming a shield of light, blocking all the evil things.

Still, the shield's glow faded at a speed visible to the naked eye under the countless tentacle-like strands of hair that flapped down.

"Before."

With the clear and powerful extrusion of this word, Gu Sanning's slightly drooping eyes were raised.