The light of the entire Bodhi Hall was strangely darkened, filled with a cold killing intent.

The bluestone floor is cracked, and the hundred-year-old walls of the hall are full of cracks.

"Who! Who did it! Come out! If you hurt our eldest lady, you will be against our Duanmu family! "The person who roared was Duanmu Yan, the great elder of the Duanmu family.

And Duanmu Fengqi sat on the high seat coldly, staring at the empty door.

Perhaps it was because the Yin Qi of the Bodhi Hall was too strong, and she didn't realize it, and a black shadow of resentment was rushing into the Bodhi Hall, flying to the beam of the hall, just above her head.

The shadow quickly transformed into a woman in a scarlet blood suit with long flowing hair.

Like a ghost who hanged herself and was full of resentment, the woman hung upside down on the beam, her long black nails became claws, and the terrifying black hair, as if it could grow infinitely, was extending downward, accompanied by black mist, and was winding around Mu Fengqi's neck little by little.

Everyone in the Bodhi Hall surrounded Duanmu Xiyue, who had passed out naked, unchained her, and put on a robe for her, covering her body, not noticing that the neck of the old man on the high seat behind him was strangled by thick black hair.

The raccoon cat in Duanmu Fengqi's arms fled away in fright as early as when the atmosphere was not right.

The old lady's eyes were cold and calm.

She found that an evil thing was approaching her, her eyes moved down, and she saw that the hair of this evil thing was wrapped around her neck, her eyes were cold, and she just wanted to reach out to get her dragon head crutch, but in the next second, she ......

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he was shocked.

She couldn't move.

And the thick hair around her neck began to tighten gradually, covering her mouth and nose, in a vain attempt to suffocate her.

At the same time, Duanmu Fengqi made an unbelievable discovery.

The elders of the Duanmu family in front of them suddenly stood in place as if they had been immobilized and did not move.

They had different postures, some bent down and wanted to work together to lift Xiyue up and send her for treatment, some were angry and fierce, and some raised their arms and pointed out the door, wanting to call someone.

Duanmu Fengqi saw that the wrinkled old eyes suddenly became cold, regardless of the mouth, nose, and neck blocked and strangled by the female ghost on the beam, only reciting the witchcraft spell in his heart, and instantly manipulated the dragon head golden crutch that was placed on the side without moving, and ruthlessly cut off the big hair of the "female ghost", and used his mind to control the dragon head golden crutch, and smashed it into the female ghost who pretended to be a ghost on the eaves.

The head of the female ghost in red was severely injured by the dragon's head golden cane.

The slender body was suddenly shaken out like a kite with a broken string.

But at the same time!

At the top of the eaves of the Bodhi Hall, the bricks and tiles are broken, and the beams are broken into two.

A figure as petite as a fan pendant directly smashed a large hole in the roof.

Jumped down.

The whole person was extremely arrogant and rode on the back of Duanmu Fengqi!

The little palm was ruthless, and the "snap" slapped Duanmu Fengqi's head.

"Give you face, give you face! Calculating Ah Xuan, don't think that I dare not touch you when you are too old. As he spoke, his fingers were inserted into Duanmu Fengqi's nostrils, and he was dancing at the old lady with teeth and claws, extremely delicate.

And the female ghost in red who was shocked out was also firmly hugged by a domineering shadow that appeared in the Bodhi Hall.

The female ghost in red is one of Ah Luo's contract spirits, with red sleeves and a ghost age of 1,500 years.

It was the beloved wife of the headless male ghost Xiahou Yuan who hugged her.

Xiahou Yuan, a thousand-year-old ghost who appeared in the Bodhi Hall with Ah Luo, was wearing armor and majestic, his head was pressed on his neck, his posture was burly, extremely handsome, and he looked bloodthirsty and fierce.

"Husband, I'm scared of the slave family......"

The red sleeves shrunk in Xiahou Yuan's arms, her posture was charming, and she instantly changed from the appearance of a hanged female ghost to a stunning classical beauty who captivated the country and the city.

"It's okay, catch Qing, don't be afraid."

Xiahou Yuan and Red Sleeves are both Ah Luo's contract spirits, and they are also the two of the three thousand-year-old ghosts who raised Ah Luo in the Wuliang Mountain, and their words are in the style of the ancients.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with white hair fluttering and fairy wind bones floated into the Bodhi Hall with a serious face, and saw Ah Luo riding on an old woman in a frenzy, beating and scolding and biting with his mouth, and seeing Xiahou Yuan and Red Sleeves kissing me there, his face suddenly darkened.

Pointing to Ah Luo, who didn't know how to restrain herself, the old man scolded: "That dead girl is about to become a little madman, and she won't go up to stop it, let her toss blindly, kill if she wants to, and bite people, who taught her?" ”

This old man is another contract spirit of Ah Luo, named Jiang Ya, with a ghost age of more than 3,000 years, he was the high priest of the mysterious ancient country during his lifetime, and his mana is all over the sky, even if only his soul is left after death, he is still omnipotent.

And all the strange incidents in this Bodhi Hall were all done by this thousand-year-old ghost named Jiang Ya.

The old man raised Ah Luo as a little granddaughter since he was a child, and he loved him very much.

Arlo's skills are all from his church.

Although Ah Luo is at the peak of the Xuan Realm and is about to break through to the realm of the earth, in the face of the Duanmu elders of the Bodhi Hall, he can't beat it at all, but as soon as Jiang Ya makes a move, it's not the same thing at all.

Ji Ruchen and Liuyun followed.

They knew that Ah Luo had used necromancy to form three thousand-year-old souls as contract spirits, but they didn't know that the old man and ghost among them were so powerful.

Ji Ruchen finally knew why Ah Luo was so unafraid.

was accustomed to being brought out by the three-thousand-year-old soul named Jiang Ya.

"Ah Luo, listen to Grandpa Jiang, a sword pierced from her skull, penetrated her head to the throat, gave her a soul extinguishing talisman, let her die and forget it, this is beating, scolding and biting, and it can't be put on the table."

When the words fell, Jiang Ya, who was ethereal and illusory, handed over the sword.

Duanmu Fengqi couldn't move at all, listening to the devilish words of the old man beside him, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was saying that when she could move, no one would have to die.

Just as Ah Luo raised the short sword in his hand, he was about to stab into the top of Duanmu Fengqi's head.

An embroidered shoe flew into the air, and with a "whoosh" knocked off the short sword in Ah Luo's hand, and then, a mature woman's voice full of breath and majesty sounded-

"The sword has no eyes, the little girl is merciful!"

Hearing the sound, Ah Luo and Ji Ruchen looked at the door of the Bodhi Hall one after another.

Ji Younai and Gong Siyu "ventilated the news" in time and informed Feng Xuanqing, the head of the Feng family.

The people who came, it was them.

Only this time, it was not Feng Xuanqing who was at the forefront, but a beautiful young woman with a graceful posture, charming as a girl, and a good look.

This beautiful young woman is none other than Feng Xuanqing's wife, Feng Jinxuan's grandmother Duanmuxiu.

is the eldest sister of Duanmu Fengqi.

Feng Jinxuan, who was unconscious, was lying on a bamboo stretcher and was carried in by the elders of the Feng family.

A bunch of people are menacing.

Especially Duanmu Xiu.

It's Feng Xuanqing, with his hands behind his back, looking like he's just watching the play.

As soon as Duanmu Xiu entered, the terrifying spiritual power spread in circles, and all the people who couldn't move recovered freely.

But at that moment, Duanmu Xiu didn't say a word, he raised his hand towards Duanmu Fengqi and slapped it, and then shouted angrily:

"That's my mother's favorite grandson! Do you dare to play tricks on her? You're lawless, aren't you! ”