In the white fog, the battle has been fought for a long time.

Lin Zhengyang gradually became irritable.

Originally, he returned to the clan land by Shishen, but he might as well meet a drunken boy in the suburbs and commit murder.

This ghost king is indeed difficult.

Waiting for idle spells, he couldn't get close at all, so he was scattered by the majestic demonic aura first.

Besides, this drunk-swallowing boy seems to have lost his mind, and he will not hide or dodge even if he gathers wind and thunder.

In the air, there were several bolts of lightning with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and they struck hard.

The drunken boy was naked, black blood oozed from the wound, and black smoke gradually came out, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain.

Heavy footsteps still chased him firmly.

The trees along the way, only reaching his calves, were like weeds, and they were easily broken.

The skin was tough, like King Kong, and it sank deep into the ground for several meters.

Along the way, leaving countless footprints.

"This kind of big monster is indeed rough and thick-skinned, and its vitality is tenacious, no wonder the predecessors are mainly sealed, and only by slowly consuming them with the passage of time is the most trouble-free."

After a long sigh, he was so excited that he really didn't want to delay any longer.

Even if he was willing, Qingyuan Nuozi wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

She was mortal, and she relied on his spells to barely maintain her spirit.

If she delayed any longer, she missed the time, and the spell would disperse, and he couldn't protect her, so he could only let her go to the underworld to suffer.

It is impossible for ordinary mortal ghosts without roots to be free from suffering in the underworld.

"That's it."

After a moment's thought, he decided to use the unshaped product from the experiment.

Although the research institute was established, due to the short period of time, the research on fear and youkai is still superficial, and only some characteristics of fear have been explored.

However, in the process of research, under the command of Gray Plains, there was a researcher named Huang Li, who had an idea and developed a new type of spell, called "Fearless Rain".

Specially designed for the nocturnal walking of the hundred ghosts, it can block the spread of fear and affect the convergence of demonic energy when the hundred ghosts are walking at night.

Seventy-seven ghosts nocturnal, ninety-nine ghosts nocturnal, hundred ghosts nocturnal, nine hundred and ninety-nine ghosts nocturnal······ Essentially, it's all a ritual of collecting fear reinforcement.

In this world, the fear of human beings can give birth to monsters; The occult basis of human belief in the birth of gods is animistic animism.

Many local ghosts are born out of thin air because of people's word-of-mouth and accumulated fear.

For thousands of years, youkai have also continued to tap their potential and explore ways to become stronger.

The night walk of the hundred ghosts is an effective means of strengthening that the monsters spontaneously explored.

The hundred ghosts gathered are not really limited to a hundred, this is just an approximate number, and it actually describes a lot of numbers.

Whenever a lot of youkai gather in one place, they haunt when they encounter demons, intimidate everywhere, and strengthen the fear of human beings towards them, and they can easily collect a large amount of fear and become stronger.

At first, it may just be a spontaneous procession, but after tasting the benefits, gradually and consciously do it.

Until now, the Hundred Ghosts have formed many Hundred Ghost Groups, dividing the territory, harvesting the fear regularly, and even forming a set of quite effective rules.

At this moment, the thousands of demons under its command are slaughtering everywhere in Kyoto, and more than half of the fear that pervades this Kyoto has gathered here.

In the eyes of the Onmyoji, this fear was like a pillar of black qi that reached the sky and the ground, completely enveloping the body of the drunken boy for tens of meters.

Occasionally, there are one or two thunderbolts, which hit the vital point, and can be quickly recovered in the black smoke.

Lin Zhengyang used a spell to raise the fog to cover its sight, and tens of thousands of crows besieged it up and down, but it was only fighting with it, lacking effective means to kill.

The sharp beak, reinforced by mana, is like steel bar, constantly impacting and pecking.

The dense flock of crows rushed up and bit its skin and flesh, and it bled and bleed, but the wounds healed instantly, leaving only shallow white marks.

After a few breaths, there was no trace of it.

And Lin Zhengyang has already consumed more than half of his spiritual power, and he is almost unable to control these tens of thousands of Shishen crows.

The manipulative god is not only consuming spiritual power, but also consuming his own energy.

At all times, he had to concentrate to maintain the battle and not let the crows lose too much, and he also needed to be distracted to maintain the enchantment around him so as not to accidentally get hit by those huge slaps.

At that moment, he took out a piece of gold leaf from his sleeve, threw it in the air, and suddenly spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into a golden rainbow and rushing into the sky.

In a few moments, the golden glow was like a spark falling into the boiling oil, and suddenly turned into a prairie fire, dyeing the clouds for several miles in a radius of gold.

Then, the rain with strong righteousness and yang energy poured down from the sky like a tide.

Where the rain fell, it instantly neutralized the demonic energy in the air and eliminated the power of fear.

Some of the weak hundred ghosts lurking nearby, unable to dodge, struggled in the rain, and suddenly disappeared.

The billowing black smoke column from the drunken boy was boiling, but it was gradually dissipated by the rain.

However, it was only five or six breaths, and it lost a small half.

Seeing that it worked, Lin Zhengyang continued to fight, pulling the thunder down.

After a quarter of an hour, the rain became scarce.

The huge ghost clan, which was originally tens of meters high, had returned to its normal size, and it was scorched black and scorched, as if it had been scorched.

"This rain charm is more practical than imagined, but it is too expensive."

To make such a talisman, it is necessary to prepare a ton of spiritual water, seal it in the talisman, and use it to borrow clouds to achieve things and carry out precipitation.

The specially processed water can neutralize fear and demonic energy, and suppress the extraordinary power of the monsters, including the inhuman vitality and self-healing power.

During this period, it requires tedious steps and consumes a large amount of spiritual power to barely succeed.

Even if it is made, this special spiritual water will gradually decline if it is left untouched, but it will be completely invalid in half a month.

This one of him has exhausted the materials accumulated by the Hua Kaiyuan family for many years, and in terms of wealth, it is no less than a small silver mine

Despite this, it is worth it to kill such a ghost king.

His mind turned, and he didn't need to pinch the trick and chant the mantra, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a sea of fire, surrounding the corpse of the ghost king in the center and slowly burning it.

The corpse left behind by the demon after death, left alone, is also very likely to give birth to a new alien monster.

A moment later, the flames dissipated, and the ghost king in one side turned into a cloud of green smoke.

Driving the style god, Lin Zhengyang entered the clan land according to the method of entry and exit.

Back here, I'm finally safe.