The strange wind was dancing in the sky, and the demonic aura was getting stronger and stronger, and after a while, a child about three or four years old was floating in the air, with a triumphant look on his face, two small hands covering his mouth, giggling and laughing.

I saw that he was wearing a big red belly pocket and a pair of small red pants, just like the red child in Journey to the West, with round and fleshy all over his body, he was supposed to look very cute.

But if you look closely, you can see that his short fingers and toes have long black nails, and his two eyes are completely two black holes, and there are no eyeballs in them, and the color of his lips is also blood-red, which is particularly miserable to look at.

And his laughter has an invisible magic, which makes people feel as uncomfortable as if they are about to explode.

"Imp! Don't laugh anymore! Say it! Why are you doing evil here? ”

Ding Haoran released half of the mana on his body before he could resist the attack of the little ghost demon smile.

He had a serious look on his face! His eyes glared at the little boy fiercely, and the peachwood sword in his hand pointed straight at the child and said.

"Hee-hee-hee... Hahaha... Hee-hee-hee..."

The child did not stop laughing, but laughed even more happily, dancing with his hands, and his little body still spun in circles in mid-air, giggling and shouting:

"Fun! It's fun! Hee-hee! Hahaha..."

"Little ghost, if you can let go of your grudges, we can help you overcome your anger and let you reincarnate as soon as possible!"

"Hahaha... Wow wow wow... Ahhhhh

As if he hadn't heard it, the little ghost jumped up and down, and a dodge appeared behind Ding Haoran.

"Be careful..."

Yang Wenzhe shouted, the words of the reminder were not finished,

"Bang!"

Ding Haoran was slapped by the little ghost and flew to the side,

"Porphyry!"

Spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

His eyes darkened, and a mouthful of blood sprayed towards the peachwood sword in his hand, and the blood-stained peachwood sword body glowed with a layer of red light.

Ding Haoran's sharp eyes swept towards the little ghost, and no longer bothered to persuade him, a peachwood sword in his flying hand slashed towards the little ghost, the little ghost dodged left and right, and the sword flower in Ding Haoran's hand flew up, locking the little ghost, like a shadow.

Yang Wenzhe also flew over to lock the little ghost's retreat, the little ghost couldn't dodge and was scratched by the peachwood sword, and he screamed in pain, the big eyes of the black hole turned into the big eyes of the blood hole, and two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down the pale little face, dripping onto the big red belly pocket, the color of the blood slowly soaked in, and the color of the belly pocket became more bright red, and continued to spread to his whole body, terrifying.

Suddenly, the little ghost let out a terrible howl, the red light of his whole body skyrocketed, and his body flew and rolled up a gust of wind, bringing up leaves, garbage, and sand on the ground and flying into the air, and the whirring wind surrounded his ears, gradually forming a terrifying tornado-like storm circle.

And Ding Haoran and Yang Wenzhe were in the center of the storm circle, the fierce wind was like a knife stabbing at the two of them, the two of them swayed, and the clothes on their bodies were cut through a few holes by Ling Ye's ghostly energy, the little ghost's resentment was too deep, and the sword in his hand couldn't cut through the barrier built by the little ghost with resentment for a while.

"Not good! Although this little ghost is small, his grievances are not small, otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful! Hop Hop! Let's go and help. ”

Ding Xiaolan said to Ding Jumping and rushed out regardless of it.

"Hey! Sister..."

Jumping originally wanted to say that you wouldn't be his opponent if you went, but if you think about it, you can't watch your two brothers suffer and not make a move. He also rushed out.

A man and a ghost stepped forward, each striking the storm circle in their own way.

"Heaven and heaven, earth and earth, public and upright, impartial, cut evil and eliminate evil, solve demons and safety, such as the wrath of the dragon, the powder shield and the broken spear! Break! ”

This was a spell that Ding Xiaolan had only recently learned, and she used her spiritual power to form a ball of light and smash it towards the storm circle.

"Bang"

The storm circle only shook and did not break. The power of the spell is directly proportional to the ability of the spellcaster, because Ding Xiaolan's spell is only learned, and the power of the spell is like tickling.

Cry!

Seeing that the two of them were suffering inside, Ding Xiaolan was so anxious that she slammed the barrier with her hand.

Bang bang bang ...

The speed of the storm circle actually seemed to have slowed down, Ding Xiaolan was dumbfounded, wouldn't it, the spells that were practiced diligently were not as useful as the undisciplined bare hands? It's too much of a bully.

Seeing this, Yang Wenzhe immediately grabbed a pile of rune paper in his hand, and the spell spit out from his mouth word by word:

"The green dragon is on my left, and the white tiger is on my right. Before the Vermilion Bird protects me, after Xuanwu stands for me, the four gods of the Quartet will guard my Yuan form, and the seven evil gods are fierce gods, and they dare to enter my household. Break! ”

With a final shout, several flaming ghost talismans flew in four directions into the air, hitting the barrier of the storm circle.

"Bang bang bang!"

The four ghost talismans exploded at the same time, and with the sound of the explosion, the terrifying storm circle disappeared. The surroundings are calm.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The little ghost saw that the storm circle he made was broken up by Yang Wenzhe lightly, and he was so angry that he screamed, and suddenly swooped down on Yang Wenzhe, bringing a terrifying anger, and he rampage regardless of the danger in any order. Yang Wenzhe has just broken his ghost method, he himself has been counterattacked, the ghost qi has been greatly reduced, Yang Wenzhe's mana is stable, and the little ghost can't have the upper hand for a while.

Suddenly, his hollow bloody eyes stared at Ding Xiaolan, knowing that she was the one who destroyed his storm circle, "Whew! With a bang, he quickly rushed towards Ding Xiaolan.

He was so close to Ding Xiaolan that Ding Xiaolan couldn't retreat with his whole body, so he only subconsciously crossed his hands to protect his head. I only vaguely felt that something was bounced off, and then Yang Wenzhe's voice came from my ears!

"People come to separate the heavy yarn, ghosts come to separate the heavy mountains, a thousand evils can't get it, ten thousand evils can't be broken, collect it!"

While reciting the incantation, Yang Wenzhe threw something at the little ghost with a wave in his hand, and shouted with a shout.

The little ghost turned around and wanted to escape, and with a "whoosh" sound, it was sucked into a red bead, the bead was the size of a ping-pong ball, and the whole body was red. After absorbing the little ghost, the bead automatically flew back into Yang Wenzhe's hand.

This kind of bead is called "Na Soul Bead", and all the ghosts who are very resentful and cannot be moved, the ghost hunter will take them away with "Na Soul Bead" and then put them in the temple where the incense is flourishing.

The monks in the temple recite scriptures every day. The ghost was baptized by the scriptures every day, and was slowly reformed, and as long as it was seventy-seven and forty-nine days, the resentment on the ghost would automatically disappear. The abbot will also arrange for them to be reincarnated in the underworld.

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As soon as Ding Haoran saw that the crisis was resolved, his heart was relieved, and the whole person fainted on the ground.

"Haoran!"

Ding Xiaolan flew forward to help him up, but he couldn't wake him up no matter how he screamed, the clothes on his body were all blood, and there were wounds dripping blood, seeing this, Ding Xiaolan's eyes couldn't stop being hot.

"He's fine, he's just bleeding a lot, he's anemic, and we'll take him to the hospital to get his wounds dressed. Otherwise, he really won't wake up. ”

When Ding Xiaolan heard this, she hurriedly took Ding Haoran by the hand, and Yang Wenzhe carried him on his back.

"You're injured too, doesn't it matter?"

Wiping the tears that came out of her eyes, Ding Xiaolan saw that Yang Wenzhe also had many wounds on his body.

"Nothing? My wound is shallow and not tight. Let's go! ”

Ding jumped into the bracelet with a puff of smoke, "Sister, don't worry so much, Brother Haoran, it'll be fine!" ”

"Hmm!" Ding Xiaolan didn't want to talk much because she was in a bad mood, and Ding Hopping didn't say anything more.