"Ahhh!!hhh

The screams in Feng Qiqi's courtyard have been continuing, from being full of qi at the beginning, to now having air in and out of air.

And Feng Qiqi looked at the bell in the air with a strange expression, absorbing so much yin qi from the ghost capital, and only recovering a small crack on the bell.

"Old man, you can stop, if you suck it again, this ghost will die." Feng Qiqi said in his heart.

[Okay, I'll give you the mantra, and you put the dementor away.] The old man felt a little pity.

Feng Qiqi pulled the corners of his mouth, formed a handprint in his hand, took the bell back into his palm, and observed it carefully.

The broken bell, which was about to fall apart, was a little better at this time, there was an extremely small crack, which was about to heal, and only one trace remained, showing that it had been broken.

"It took so much yin qi to repair such a small crack, if you want to completely repair it, I don't know how much yin qi you have to absorb!" Feng Qiqi pursed his lips and looked at the ghost capital with pity in his eyes.

The ghosts were lying on the ground, and the yin qi on their bodies was drained clean, and even their figures became a little illusory.

Seeing Feng Qiqi's compassionate eyes, he chuckled in his heart, and had a bad feeling.

I saw Feng Qiqi comforting softly: "Don't worry, I won't draw too much at one time, I'll wait for you to raise it, and then draw the next time." ”

The ghost closed his eyes and fainted directly.

God fucking raise it and then smoke it, raise pigs!

Feng Qiqi glanced at the poor ghost city lying on the ground, and looked at the bell in his hand seriously.

Looking at the pattern on it, the more I look at it, the more frightened I feel, the pattern seems to be alive, and it is different every time I look at it.

[Girl, don't get too obsessed with dementoring!] The old man suddenly shouted, interrupting Feng Qiqi's addiction.

A cold sweat broke out behind Feng Qiqi's back, she knew her own concentration, she had never had such a distraction scene in six hundred years.

"Dementor ......," muttered the name of the bell between his lips.

Hearing her call, the bell shook as if in response to her.

At this moment, even the old man was shocked, and looked at the bell in Feng Qiqi's palm in disbelief: [Dementor? ]

However, there was no response.

Seeing this, Feng Qiqi couldn't help but shout: "Soul dementor? ”

"Ding-" The bell shook again.

The old man looked at the bell in Feng Qiqi's hand with a constipated face, and wanted to scold, but he endured it.

[Girl, this dementor is handed over to you, you have to take it well, and never show it in front of anyone, not even that kid from the dragon clan!] ]

The old man said angrily, roll up his robe, and sit on the ground, his fat face full of anger.

"You should have told me what this is, right?" Feng Qiqi looked at the bell in his hand and wanted to shake it.

[Stop!] Don't shake! The old man jumped up in fright and hurriedly shouted.

Feng Qiqi froze for a moment, feeling that the bell on his palm was a hot potato, whether he could touch it or not, whether he could shake it, and wanted to throw it away.

[This is a dark weapon, with which you can be the master of the underworld, and there will be no second one in the world!] ]

The old man was in a hurry, and he couldn't wait to beat Feng Qiqi, this bear child really didn't know good or bad at all.

"The Lord of the Underworld, isn't he the King of Hades?" Feng Qiqi was stunned for a moment, looking at the bell lying in the palm of his hand, this thing is small, is it so powerful?

[Hades, what is that, if it weren't for his dungeon, would it have become what it is now?] ]

"What do you mean?" Feng Qiqi's eyes lit up and asked.