The old ghost slowly poked his head out of the crack and stared at Zhang Hao in front of him, his face gloomy.

"Ghost grandpa, you don't remember villains, it has nothing to do with me, my meat is sour and smelly, the taste is not good, it's really not suitable for the mouth, you better change the taste."

Zhang Hao saw the ghost head close at hand, his red hair was hideous, his soul was about to fly away, and his legs kept swinging.

The old ghost looked at Zhang Hao in front of him, too lazy to nag, took a big mouth, and opened his mouth to bite it.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

Zhang Hao's face was like ashes, and the whole person froze in place. At the critical moment, Cui Yue violently dragged Zhang Hao to the back, and the half-section of the broom in Da Zhuang's hand was stuffed into the mouth of the evil ghost, blocking a blow.

Zhang Hao was so frightened that his eyes were closed, only to feel a fishy smell welling up in his nose, and a dark wind in his ears.

After a while, it seemed that the wind and waves were calm, and there was no movement, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in a desperate situation and picked up a small life.

Get out of the way!

Da Zhuang rushed over with a square table in his arms, smashed it on the demon's head, and became ruthless, shouting as he smashed.

"Get out! Go back to Lao Tzu. ”

Zhang Hao was stunned, Da Zhuang was too brave, and he really didn't insult the fat of this body.

Boom.

The table in Da Zhuang's hand was like a piece of torn paper, torn to pieces by the ghostly hands, and torn apart.

Syllable.

A slap in the face!

The big and strong 200-pound man flew out by the fan, snorted, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Da Zhuang! ! ”

Cui Yue saw Da Zhuang seriously injured and fell to the ground, his blood and qi surged up instantly, and the small peach wood sword in his hand stabbed towards the ghost head like crazy!

Poof

The charm around the peachwood sword lit up again, and the scriptures swirled with golden light.

The old ghost of the painted skin was also stunned, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Although Cui Yue was fierce and stormy in his hands, it was a pity that the peachwood sword was slashed on the ghost's head, and it was useless at all, and the dark ghost skin was like copper skin and iron bones, leaving only a few white marks.

Cui Yue also sighed in his heart when he saw it, what is this disgusting ghost head made of, the magic weapon is useless when it hits his body. I knew that if I brought my uncle's black wooden fish, maybe it would come in handy.

Just thinking about it, the old ghost with the painted skin became angry, and with a big hand, he grabbed it towards Cui Yue's chest, and the speed was extremely fast.

Not good!

Cui Yue suddenly remembered the tragic situation of the person who was disemboweled, and he was horrified, shouldn't this ghost also eat my heart!

Seeing the ghost claws coming, the whole person was scared to pee, and it was too late to retreat.

There was a soft "buzz".

A golden Taiji diagram blocked Cui Yue's chest, and the Taiji Liangyi slowly rotated to emit bursts of soft golden light.

Whew!

As soon as the golden light rose, the ghost hand had already slapped a palm on the Taiji diagram, and the entire Taiji diagram produced a great tremor, and the golden light flickered and dimmed, stagnating.

The old ghost with painted skin did not accept it, and his miserable green eyes slowly turned to stare at the clear spring not far away, the fangs on the side of his mouth moved slightly, and he laughed contemptuously.

"The kid who has not dried up can actually conjure up the Tai Chi Xuanqing Diagram, very good, very good, eating you just improves my cultivation!"

At this time, the golden light in Qingquan's hand flashed, and he gasped heavily, and in a hurry, Qingquan pinched the law in his hand, conjured up the Taiji Xuanqing diagram, and forced his true luck, and made a hard encounter with the old ghost with painted skin, so that Cui Yue blocked this blow.

Although the old ghost with painted skin is just a simple palm, it implies a very deep ghost power, Qingquan saves people's hearts and blocks a trick, and as soon as they fight, they know that the gap between the two is too big, and they are almost unable to parry.

"Cui Yue, hurry! Dodge! ”

Qingquan suddenly shouted.

When Cui Yue heard the shout, he was shocked, knowing that he was in a bad situation, he ran away, who knew that he had just raised his leg and ran half a step.

There was a loud bang.

The red light in the palm of the old ghost with painted skin was sheng, and the two ghost hands were suddenly torn like this!

The Taiji Xuanqing Diagram, which was already crumbling, could no longer support it, and suddenly exploded in front of him, with great power, and a deep pit exploded on the ground.

"Ahh .....”

Cui Yue saw that the golden light in front of him turned into fragments in the sky, and with a bang in his ears, he flew out sideways. At this time, a thought suddenly popped up in my mind, this old ghost didn't pull a grenade.

The evil ghosts have weapons, and the heavenly master can't stop them!

Qingquan spat out a mouthful of blood, stained the clothes on his chest red, snorted, and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

Qingquan stared at the evil ghost in front of him, and his whole body was full of qi and blood.

This demon is too strong, stronger than he imagined, and by his own means he is no match for him at all.

Suddenly, the screen flashed white, the camera behind him went black, and the entire big screen was pitch black.

Cui Yue and Qingquan, who fell to the ground, looked at each other with blank expressions, and no one knew what was going on.

"Hey! You are an old immortal, you don't sleep in the coffin board, you actually play high-tech, hiding in the big screen and pretending to be a ghost. You red-haired old brute, as long as the stones in the pit, smelly and hard, Lao Tzu cut off the power for you, see how you can get out! ”

Cui Yue looked up and saw that Zhang Hao was standing on the iron frame in front of the projection room, with his hands on his hips, scolding at the screen.

It turned out that the situation was wrong just now, Zhang Hao, this kid, looked at the old ghost on the screen, rolled his eyes, touched the iron frame on the screening room, and saw a row of knives, and pulled it indiscriminately, and actually pulled the electric switch on the big screen.

Now that there is no power, the screen will naturally be black, and the old ghost with painted skin will not be able to come out.

At this time, Zhang Hao got carried away, stood on the iron frame, posed in a victorious pose, and shouted in his mouth.

"Brave Paul Kochakin, fight! Defend the Bolsheviks with our lives! ......”

"You kid be careful under your feet, and you'll be sure to hit the ground first with your face in a moment."

Cui Yue glanced at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao didn't be happy for a while, but he heard a row of knives crackling behind him, blue arcs jumping everywhere, and the beam of the lens shot out again and hit the screen.

The old ghost with red hair and a hideous face looked at everyone present indifferently.

Zhang Hao was shocked, hurriedly pushed the gate knife with his hand, and opened and closed it a few times without giving up, the gate knife seemed to be out of order, and the light on the screen was always on, which was useless!

, just play with the videotape, you can even do it yourself, I will serve you!

I'm not afraid of evil ghosts, I'm afraid of evil ghosts learning culture, these years, with a little comprehensive strength, it's the king!

Zhang Hao was in a hurry, and the operation was as fierce as a tiger, but there was no use for any eggs, but he stepped on the air in a hurry and fell off the iron frame, and his face really hit the ground first!