The spirit of the spirit banner has evolved from a three-year-old child to an eight-year-old child compared to when Ma Zhengang took over, so his ability to urge good fortune and avoid evil has also been strengthened a lot.

Seeing a large group of dense eighteen-layer hell demons besieging the ghosts led by Xiao Lu, of course it would not stupidly rush in and become the target of the eighteen-layer hell demons, after all, the spirit banner is a magic weapon, and these eighteen-layer hell demons will inevitably focus most of their attention on it when they see a magic weapon stupidly rushing towards their side.

So, the conjuring banner chose a suitable distance that could exert his maximum effect and stopped, and then with Ma Zhen's mantra, he devoured his most basic ability.

Huhuhuhu-

A gust of wind formed in an instant, and as soon as the spirit banner was discovered, the nearest eighteen-layer demon immediately took two steps back with suction pulling.

"! Why did you come to a magic weapon, these ghosts were beaten by us, and it was impossible to use the magic weapon with their hands empty! ”

"No, how can the ghost cha have a magic weapon, this is something that only our captain has enough strength to refine, this ...... Isn't there a ghost official hiding behind us, ready to catch us off guard? ”

"Damn, are you stupid! At this time, he actually said such things to disturb the morale of the army! Ghost official, you don't know the power of the ghost official, if there was a ghost official here, he would have shot a long time ago, it would make it so difficult for the ghost to fight us! ”

"It must not be a ghost official, it may be the magic weapon of the second generation who has a ghost official, these ghosts ran out to fight us, they must be protecting the second generation and attracting our attention to themselves!"

"Bang! Go find out the hidden second generation, if you kill him, maybe you can get a magic weapon! ”

"Uh...... Now it's not a question of whether to find the second generation, but this magic weapon seems to be pulling us over, it is estimated that it is a devouring magic weapon, let's stabilize and let the commander decide what to do! ”

……

The eighteenth layer of hell demons talked about it, and their leader Qianshu also felt it, and now he really didn't have any good way, after all, even he couldn't have a magic weapon, so he had to keep his eyes on the ghosts.

"Brothers, let's get rid of this group of ghosts first, otherwise we will be in big trouble if we wait for this group of ghosts to cooperate with the magic weapon!"

The words of the commander, of course the eighteenth-layer hell demons wanted to execute when they heard it, but the problem was that the suction of the spirit banner was too strong, and many of them could not maintain their body shape, so wouldn't it be better to attack the ghosts now to deliver food?

As soon as the suction of the spirit banner came out, Xiao Lu knew that Ma Zhen had come to help, she knew what Ma Zhen's strength was, and she was also in a hurry.

Whether or not he can complete the task assigned by Hei Impermanence this time, the most important person is Ma Zhen, if Ma Zhen is killed by the evil ghosts of the eighteenth layer of hell because he helped himself, Xiao Lu will never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"Let's speed up, break through the siege of the demons first!"

"Ma Zhen is the key to this mission, absolutely no problems will be allowed, while these eighteen-layer hell demons are pulled by the suction of the spirit flag, we must strive to break through to Ma Zhen to protect him!"

Xiao Lu's instructions, the ghosts agreed one after another, to be honest, the ghosts didn't expect Ma Zhen to be so righteous, actually when they were besieged, and when they saw so many eighteenth-layer hell ghosts, they dared to summon the spirit banner to help them.

Now, even Niu Tou, who has always had opinions about Ma Zhen before, is secretly grateful to Ma Zhen in his heart.

The eighteen-layer hell demons and the ghosts continued to fight, and there were some eighteen-layer hell demons who wanted to take the opportunity to attack the spirit banner from a distance, and after attacking a few times, they found that the spirit flag was extremely agile, and they dodged it in an instant, and they also focused their attention on the ghosts.

Originally, the situation was gradually improving, and Ma Zhen should be happy, but now, Ma Zhen's face was iron-blue, as if he was going to die, and he couldn't see any happiness at all.

Indeed, Ma Zhen is really about to die at this time!

When he made a brazen attack before, Ma Zhen only thought about whether he would attract the attention of the eighteenth-layer hell demon to his side, but now, he realized that he was really wrong before, whether the eighteen-layer hell demon would kill him because of the sudden appearance of the spirit flag, Ma Zhen didn't know, but he felt that he was about to suffocate to death now.

Xiao Lu told Ma Zhen before entering the Netherworld that there is no oxygen in the Netherworld Mansion, and the reason why Ma Zhen can be alive and kicking in the Netherworld is entirely because of the protection of the Soul Flag, and now the Soul Banner has broken away from Ma Zhen to fight with the eighteenth-layer hell ghosts, and Ma Zhen, who is free from the protection of the Soul Flag, has no way to survive in the Netherworld Mansion where there is no air.

Xiao Lu was so anxious to return to Ma Zhen's side with the ghost, it was because she thought of this, otherwise the eighteenth-layer hell demon would not be able to get close to Ma Zhen, and she would definitely have to take such a good opportunity to give the eighteenth-layer hell demon a heavy blow is the most correct way.

"Ahhh

Lao Tzu is going to die!

Ma Zhen's face is blue now, pinching his nose to prevent him from breathing that strange gas, but although Ma Zhen has internal strength, no matter how much he can hold his breath, it is impossible not to breathe air for more than 5 minutes!

Damn!

I knew that this would happen, and Lao Tzu wouldn't let the Soul Banner leave, did you hear the Soul Flag? Hurry up and give it to your master, and I'll come back! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will die!

Ma Zhen scolded angrily in his heart, and tried to recall the spirit flag, but the spirit flag over there didn't seem to hear it, and still used his devouring ability, trying to suck the eighteen-layer hell demon into his flag, and did not respond to Ma Zhen's call at all.

Ma Zhen also knew that it was not the Soul Flag's fault, after all, there were no disciples in the Soul Banner now, and Ma Zhen's control of the Soul Banner was indeed the lowest in history, and the Soul Banner did not react, which was considered a normal performance.

But normal is normal, Ma Zhen is about to die, so he still cares about whether it is normal or not, and while cursing the spirit flag in his heart, Ma Zhen also began to try to use his own methods.

The only thing that the ghosts of the Netherworld and Ma Zhen have in common may be that they also have the strange energy of mana, although the mana on Ma Zhen's body is only a little bit, but they are about to suffocate to death, and Ma Zhen has no choice but to fight like that.

Mana mana, hurry up and run the whole body for Lao Tzu!

Ma Zhen became a monk halfway, and he didn't know how to effectively and quickly run the mana in his body, and even most of the mana on Ma Zhen's body was not his own, either it was instilled in him by the old ghost of the Netherworld, or it was obtained through the conversion of Yin Qi and resentment through the Soul Flag, and the mana he cultivated by himself can basically be regarded as nothing.

However, Ma Zhen's roar had some effect, and the mana on his body actually began to slowly spread all over his body, but Ma Zhen, who felt that the mana began to operate, was not a little excited, nor did he feel that he could breathe a trace of air.

Ma Zhen didn't know whether the mana had any effect or not, but he knew that the mana in his body was too weak, so weak that he couldn't even do it all over his body!

Cha!

There's no way, anyway, only the nose and mouth are useful for inhaling air, and the mana of my hands, hands and feet can't let me breathe air, mana is concentrated, and Lao Tzu is concentrated quickly, all of which are concentrated on my head, hurry up, and Lao Tzu will suffocate to death if it is a little later!

Ma Zhen's face is no longer as simple as Tie Qing, as if he was swollen by someone, his whole face is black, purple, black and purple, if he is seen by others, it is estimated that he will mistakenly think that Ma Zhen's head will explode in the next second.

The mana, like a stream, finally flowed from all over his body to Ma Zhen's head, and in an instant, Ma Zhen felt a coolness in his nostrils, which ...... It's the feeling of breathing oxygen!

Damn!

It doesn't matter if it's thirty-seven twenty-one, it's okay to be able to breathe, as long as it doesn't suffocate me, even if it's not oxygen!

As soon as Ma Zhen breathed and his head regained a sense of clarity, he began to be afraid.

After all, Xiao Lu had clearly told him before that there was no oxygen in the Netherworld, so the gas he was breathing now, the ghost knows what it was.

But whether this gas is poisonous or not, at least Ma Zhen will not suffocate to death now, let Ma Zhen choose to die immediately or later, of course Ma Zhen did not hesitate to choose the latter, and he will not die later, isn't it accurate yet?

After taking a few mouthfuls desperately, Ma Zhen's face finally returned to normal, squatting on the ground, Ma Zhen now felt a little like vomiting, endured a few times of nausea, and finally pressed down, raised his head and looked at the battlefield of the eighteenth layer of hell demons and ghosts.

At this time, the battlefield is no longer as stalemate as before, because of the help of the spirit flag, the ghosts can now be described as comfortable on the battlefield, but the ghosts want to break through the siege of Ma Zhen's side, but it is difficult to do it.

The leader of the eighteen-layer hell demons is a thousand-captain this time, and those who can sit in this position are all ghosts, Xiaolu and the ghosts' thoughts, when they first started, the commander-in-command had already discovered it, and now in the direction of the ghosts breaking through to Ma Zhen, where the eighteen-layer hell demons are the most, the ghosts see this situation, even if they are in a hurry, they can't ignore the attacks of the eighteen-layer hell demons, and rush to Ma Zhen's side, after all, if they do this, they probably haven't rushed to Ma Zhen's side, He was killed by the siege of the eighteenth layer of hell demons.

Xiao Lu was even more anxious than the ghosts at this time, because she was the only one who thought about the consequences of Ma Zhen not being able to breathe with oxygen, but just as Xiao Lu was about to perform the Crazy Demon Life Reduction Technique, and wanted to break through the siege of the eighteenth layer of hell demons and rush to Ma Zhen, she suddenly saw the staff that she had been familiar with was running towards her.

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