Outside the town of Forint.

Shachen, Eighth Brother Wang walked out of the darkness side by side, and joined the Ninth Uncle and Shi Jian. Soon after the two walked over, Zhang Daring also came from the same direction.

"What did you do?" Shi Shaojian asked suspiciously.

Zhang Daring lowered his head and replied: "It's convenient to go to the thatched house." ”

"If you're afraid, you're afraid, it's really useless to say this kind of rotten excuse." Shi Shaojian sneered.

Zhang Daring lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"Waste, it's an eyesore to look at, I really don't know how Master would bring you with you, your life is simply a waste of food." Shi Shaojian continued to sneer.

"Shaojian, that's enough." Shi Jian frowned and shouted, he didn't know why, he felt that Zhang Daring was a little strange tonight.

"Master, where did you just go?" On the other side, Luo Sang also looked at Shachen and asked.

Shachen said quietly: "Go to the thatched house." ”

"Really?"

"Cooked."

"Hmph, you liar, there must be something to hide from me and Sister Dana." Rousanne said incredulously.

"Believe it or not."

Shachen looked unconcerned on the surface, but inside he was secretly frightened, surprised that Rosan's intuition was so sensitive.

Her feeling was right, Shachen did have something to hide from her, and it was an emergency, and even Shachen himself didn't expect such a change to happen.

However, he is happy to see this change.

……

"Master, help!"

"Help!"

There was a sudden cry for help in the darkness, and I saw Qiu Shengwen crawling and running over in a panic.

Behind him was a group of ghosts with teeth and claws, hundreds, green light flickering, reflecting the miserable white face flickering and darkening, which was extremely terrifying.

Hundreds of ghosts attacked, the wind was shining, the cold was deep, the sky and the earth changed color, and the moon disappeared, which also made the scalps of many people present tingle.

It is not strange that cultivators have seen ghosts, it is really rare for so many ghosts to appear at one time, and the little faces of Rosang and Madonna are a little pale.

"Array."

Shi Jian shouted, the dust that had been prepared for a long time, Uncle Nine and the others hurriedly transported their mana and hit it on a piece of yellow cloth.

The yellow cloth flew up in the air, suspended in the air, and a golden Taiji diagram appeared on it, and the Taiji diagram covered the golden light, instantly enveloping the group of ghosts chasing Qiusheng Wencai.

"What is this?"

"Let us out."

"Rush."

"I want to go, it's too late." Shi Jian sneered and roared, "Everyone is in place." ”

Fang Yun Dao Chang, Ninth Uncle and they stepped on the Qiankun and swept to the southeast, northwest and other eight directions, each guarding one side, Shachen took Madonna, and Luo Sang sat in the south.

"Bang la la"

Fang Yundao turned over his palm, and a yellow cloth and blue striped banner suddenly appeared in his hand, and the banner was waving in the wind, and with a slight wave, it emitted a blue light.

The blue light wrapped more than a dozen ghosts, and the sound of "boom" was included in the banner, which was extraordinary, attracting everyone's attention.

"Look at me!"

Seeing that Fang Yundao was growing up, Sima Feng snorted coldly, and suddenly opened a yellow paper umbrella, the yellow paper umbrella rotated, and suddenly emitted an extremely strong suction, sucking eight or nine nearby ghosts into the umbrella.

The head of the spring spirit shook his head, and out of nowhere he found a folding fan, and with a "snap", the folding fan opened, and many peaks and rivers were painted on it.

In the amazed gaze of everyone, the peaks on the folding fan flew out one after another, hanging above the heads of the group of ghosts, and twenty or thirty ghosts were collected into the mountain peaks at once.

"Medium-grade magic weapon!"

Shachen's eyes are different, these three fellow disciples from the ancestral court of Maoshan are very rich, and each of them has a magic weapon.

In comparison, the brothers of the Shengong faction are very shabby, they have no magic weapons in their hands, each holding a wine jar, and casting a Maoshan tile altar to collect ghosts.

Shachen is not good at collecting ghosts, nor is he good at playing support, and almost all of his majors are attack-oriented divine channel techniques.

And in front of the Divine Palace Sect, he couldn't use the Heavenly Dao Sect's ghost bag, so he had to pick up a wine jar and use his mana to shoot at the bottom of the altar.

A terrifying suction force came out, instantly enveloping one-third of the ghost group area, and the ghosts that others wanted to catch were all sucked by him.

It can be called a monster snatcher!

"This ......"

Daoist Fang Yun, Daoist Quanling, and Sima Feng were a little dumbfounded, and their hearts were shaken, this little friend of the sand and dust was so strong.

Hundreds of ghosts fled in a panic, and all the Taoist and eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and the ghosts were lively, among which the sand and dust were the most ferocious, and more than ten wine jars had been placed at the feet, and more than 100 ghosts had been caught.

He didn't have the idea of using systematic refining, these ghosts had no evil spirits or evil thoughts, they were all ghosts who had never done evil, and refining would increase their evil karma.

There is also this group of ghosts who were escorted up by ghosts, and those who have marked the number in the underworld, all of them will be refined, and they will be handed over to the underworld.

While collecting ghosts, Shachen did not forget to teach Luo Sang and Madonna, and handed them the ghost collection spell in the tile altar, so that they could try to collect ghosts.

"Hmph."

Looking at the relaxed face and the dust of the idle disciples, Shi Jian's face was ugly, and he always felt that the Divine Palace Sect had been crushed.

"Ahh

Shi Jian roared, and a crisp sound of "crackling" sounded, and a bright thunderbolt appeared, converging on his fists, and shooting out towards the ghost in front of him.

Two bright bolts of lightning struck out, and the light seemed to illuminate half of the night sky, and the air was scorched by the strong cross-current, emitting a pungent smell of burning.

The thunder and lightning fell on the two ghosts, like an iron hammer hitting iron, splashing countless sparks, and the two ghosts were scattered before they could scream.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the Maoshan Ancestral Court and the Divine Palace Sect changed, their eyes were jealous, and their expressions were in awe, the two lightning bolts just now could definitely seriously injure the master of the Nine Levels of Qi Training, and even kill them in seconds.

"Shi Jian is more than a step stronger than Ba Sipa, and it is estimated that he is a little weaker than the Blood Demon." Shachen's pupils shrank fiercely, and his eyes were jealous.

"It's hard to defeat him, let alone snatch the Cloud Palace Thunder God from him."

Sha Chen's face changed.

At this time, Uncle Jiu suddenly put down the wine jar and said in an unkind tone: "Senior brother, your lightning rush thunder fist is too domineering, and it will scatter the soul of the ghost." ”

"That's just right, save these wandering ghosts and ghosts from wandering." Shi Shaojian said casually.

Shi Jian's attitude was even more domineering, and his fists were punched, and two ghosts were scattered.

"Big brother!"

"I don't have to worry about you."

Shi Jian's face was grim, and he suddenly saw Qiusheng Wencai escorting the female ghost Xiaoli to escape, and the thunder and lightning on his fists swam away, blasting towards them.

"Be careful."

Uncle Nine discovered Shi Jian's actions as early as before he made his move, and walked eight steps in front of the three of them, and used his Tai Chi palm to stop the thunder and lightning.

"Hmph."

Shi Jian obviously kept his hand, but Uncle Jiu's approach angered him, and his fists were punched out one after another, and one after another snow and thunder and lightning flew sideways, and more than a dozen ghosts disappeared.

"That's enough."

Shachen stood up with a cold face, he had never killed ghosts so frantically, you have the ability to destroy the underworld, what's the use of killing these little ghosts?

"Whether they are ghosts, whether they are reincarnated or scattered, it should be decided by the underworld, you are not qualified to kill innocents indiscriminately."

"You're going to stop me?"

"Demon Killer Guardian Road."

"Good demon slayer, I'll see if you have the qualifications." Shi Jian's eyes narrowed, and the thunder light condensed in his fist.

"Forehead ......"

Suddenly, Shi Jian's face changed greatly, and his whole body was wrapped in thunder and lightning, but there was still a golden light that cut through the thunder and lightning and hit him the back......

(End of chapter)