Mr. Lang's side is indeed dangerous, after the rune array is cracked, a thick white mist fills the air, and there are zombies of devil soldiers in the white fog, and there are summoned wild wolves, wild boars, and bears...... There are also some evil spirits, ghosts, and of course, the old Maozi mage is hidden in a black cloak, and the small courtyard is suddenly. The ghost is longing, and the gloomy atmosphere is ......

Chen Deqing led the thunder to fall, the consumption was extremely great, it was difficult to continue for a while, it was impossible to fall the thunder again, the fog was so fast that it was about to envelop the entire courtyard, Chen Deqing staggered back two steps, the speed of the fog was even faster, the uneasy breath was surging, and the things in the fog couldn't help but jump out.

"Steady, hold on!" Mr. Lang shouted, took out a rope from his satchel, tied the camera to the door, although the camera was still aimed at the yard, but because of his movements became shaky, Mr. Lang was about to do it, it can be seen how bad the situation was, just when Mr. Lang tied the camera and Chen Deqing took two steps back, a black gas wrapped a black shadow in the dense fog, and smashed towards Chen Deqing like a cannonball.

Chen Deqing's strength was exhausted, it was impossible to fight back in time, his face changed, the peach wood sword was raised to greet him, Ma Biao on the side saw it clearly, stepped forward, blocked Chen Deqing with his body, and at some point in his hand there was a small order flag, a golden pennann flag, embroidered with five totemic-like patterns, and the flag went straight into the black gas, like a bolt of lightning, and the flagpole poked into the black gas.

The black gas contracted violently, shrinking from a large mass to the size of a basketball, enveloping the Ling Qi, the black gas and the Ling Qi hung in the air and paused temporarily, Ma Biao then arrived, and the Zhentan wood in his hand was towards the tail of the flagpole, snap! With a sound, the black gas burst out, and a black crystal ball fell from it.

The black crystal ball fell to the ground, and instead of shattering, it spun around, and the surface of the black crystal ball was painted with strange symbols, emitting three strange lights as it rotated, red, white, and blue...... Although there are only three kinds of light, under the reflection of each other, it conjures up a variety of light, the light is not dazzling, but dazzling enough, and it also has a kind of soul-seducing power, which makes people dizzy!

The moment the crystal ball landed, Ma Biao had already caught Ling Qi, but he didn't make any moves, he didn't know what the role of the black crystal ball was, and he didn't dare to do it rashly, if Wang Xiaobai still knew a little about magic, then Ma Biao didn't know anything.

If you don't know what kind of moth can come out of this crystal ball, if there is poisonous gas in it, or some means, breaking it is equivalent to being hit, Ma Biao's right hand is the altar wood, and the left hand is the flag, instead of doing it, he took a step back, after he took a step back, Mr. Lang shouted: "The crystal ball is weird, get it away!" ”

Ma Biao can only bite the bullet to deal with the crystal ball, poke it is not daring, you can kick it away, just stretched out a foot, Hu Meili came up from the side, grabbed the crystal ball in front of Ma Biao, jumped to the side, his hand just touched the crystal ball, snap! The crystal ball immediately shattered, and a puff of white smoke came out, enveloping an evil spirit inside.

An old woman wearing a tattered dress in the Middle Ages, with a thin and wrinkled face, red eyes, and ten fingers like a small knife, grabbed Hu Meili with a bloody breath all over her body, and the fierce and bloody breath on the old woman's body, according to domestic standards, is at least an old ghost who has been dead for three or four hundred years.

Three or four hundred years old ghost is already very fierce, even if Hu Meili is a three-tailed fox demon, it is not a matter of time and a half to deal with it, Hu Meili is not polite, open her mouth to bite the old ghost, the fog has already filled over, in the fog, more black gas breaks through the air, there must be more than a dozen black air masses, needless to say, the black gas must be wrapped in a black crystal ball, crack the black gas, the black crystal ball will fall to the ground, after landing, you can't touch it, and a hundreds of years old ghost will emerge when touched......

But they can't let the black gas float forward without scruples, once they cross the line, break through the defense, and the demons and monsters in the dense fog rush out together, they will lose, and there is no way to retreat, so they can only block head-on, hold on, and wait for Wang Xiaobai and them to come over......

At the critical moment, it was Mr. Lang who stood up, took out three yellow talismans, and threw out two, not towards the dense fog opposite, but threw them to Ma Biao and Chen Deqing, and shouted: "You two form a triangular formation behind me, chant the thunder spell with me, please come to the wind and thunder!" ”

When the words fell, the yellow fu was thrown out first, and the yellow fu in his hand was thrown out, the golden light shone, resisting the black air mass that rolled over, and the wave always went forward, holding the soul card in his hand, and recited the incantation loudly: "The north wind is fluttering, and the west wind is coming." The southern Danfeng soars, and the eastern fire dragon wanders. The real person holds the letter and summons you to be a cloud and thunder. Hurry to the thunder altar and save the bitter mantle. Haste as a law. ”

Mr. Lang's movements are fast, Chen Deqing and Ma Biao's movements are not slow, after catching the yellow fu, they tacitly stood on both sides behind Mr. Lang, the yellow fu was thrown out in front of him, and he recited the incantation with Mr. Lang, and there were three masters behind the three yellow talismans, and the wind burst out from behind them in the sound of the spell.

The wind rose wildly violently, blowing the clothes and hunting, but it did not achieve the effect of the wind and fog dispersing, but it still resisted the black air mass rolling towards the house and the thick fog like porridge, the thunder in the sky was faintly sounding, and a dozen black air masses and thick fog were frozen with the wind.

The camera tied to the door frame clearly captured this scene, although there was some shaking, the audience could still see it clearly, and suddenly the barrage was everywhere: "I'm going, the waves are always on the field, you can see how dangerous the situation is......"

"I really didn't expect Mr. Lang to have such a ability, Mr. Lang is mighty, Mr. Lang is 666 ......"

"Lang is always from the Shenxiao Sect, he is a ...... who specializes in cultivating thunder methods."

"I don't understand, why are those old hairy men so cautious? It's just attacking from the front, and if it had been attacking from all sides, I'm afraid it would have broken through a long time ago, right? It's really a special mother's tendon! ”

"Is the one up front farting? Can you think of it, and Lao Maozi can also think of it? Although they may not know how to besiege from all sides, they must also know that besieging from all sides is effective, but do they have that ability? Do you think Mr. Lang's group of people are vegetarians? Even if Wang Xiaobai, Alan, the little madman, and Sanger are missing, the rest of the people have not blocked them and dispersed...... Scattered, just broken by each one, Lao Maozi will fall short, people think better than you. ”

"Ah, ah, the situation is so dangerous, it's good to worry about Mr. Lang and them, if it doesn't work, just hide first, don't fight hard......"

The person who posted this barrage is a girl named Little Orange, who is a senior fan of the Unlimited Psychic Conference, very active, and posts when she has nothing to do, expressing various views and opinions, basically everyone knows her, and usually gives her face, but today this face is not given much, because many people in the audience represented by Little Orange think that they can hide.

But the audience who really understands it knows that they must not hide, many viewers who usually only watch it and do not barrage can't help it, and they come out to point out one after another, "Can't hide, Lao Maozi's target is the corpse, it is the two identical male corpses, if you hide backwards at this time, there are many people, and you will inevitably lose the other, not to mention that no one knows whether there will be an ambush on their back road in Mr. Lang, so they can only stick to it and stick to it until Wang Xiaobai and they rush over." ”

"The previous brother is right, Mr. Lang and they did not fall behind, although they were a little negligent before, but once they stabilized, with Mr. Lang's current manpower, they still blocked the other party, the two sides are now evenly matched, as long as they wait until Wang Xiaobai and they rush over, Lao Maozi is definitely not an opponent......"

"There is not much time left for Lao Maozi, so they will become impatient, because they also know that the so-called transfer of the tiger from the mountain, once it is not recognized, it is cracked, and the tiger returns to eat people, which will be detrimental to them, as long as the wave is stable, he will win, if I guess well, Lao Maozi should not be able to help it......"

This is the situation at the scene, many people can see it, the audience can see it, and Mr. Lang is in it, of course, he understands better, the spell sound does not stop, withstanding the spread of black air masses and fog, but the stalemate between the two sides is not long, that is, for a moment, a strange spell sound sounded in the thick fog.

Western mantras are different from the East, Eastern mantras should be fast, accurate, firm, momentum, spirit and other factors come together, spells will work, Western spells, small spells have different ups and downs, as long as you read it clearly, but the big mantras, without exception, have a bit of chanting style.

In the mist, there was a chanting incantation, a mantra recited together, mixed with a woman's voice, the incantation became ethereal and beautiful, and the fog rolled more violently, layer upon layer, although it was resisted by the strong wind, but more fog spread upward along the strong wind.

A strange scene appeared, the layers of fog rolled upward, and it actually crossed the top of the waves and spread towards the house at a height of three or five meters above them, and the speed was so fast that it was too late to react!

At this time, the fog can only be described as overwhelming, the strange thing is that it is clear and clear behind the back of Mr. Lang, there is no fog, and the thick fog can no longer be regarded as fog, more like gray clouds, with an obscure breath to suppress downward.

Resist is to resist, but not in front of such a top, but to retreat to the door, so that you can adapt, Mr. Lang's face changed, still blessing the yellow Fu hanging in front of him in mid-air, but his steps retreated, as soon as he retreated, Ma Biao and Chen Deqing also retreated, but they still maintained a triangular formation.

At this time, before Mr. Lang retreated to the back, two people jumped down silently in the fog above his head......