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All around, there was a sea of flowers composed of strange purple konjac with a terrible howl, and a dense black smoke that was wildly stirring.

The golden light curtain seems fragile, but it is actually indestructible, at least it is not something that these boundless, surging konjac and black smoke can break through. This is a huge difference between the levels of power, and it has nothing to do with quantity.

Judging from the bed as a reference, it is still in the luxury suite of the hotel, but it is just surrounded by the ghost prison space. It's not difficult to break through, I just want to see what it is that makes such a disgusting sea of konjac flowers. The furious impact, billowing black smoke and stench were nothing out of the ordinary. The usual methods of the ghost prison, there is nothing to make a fuss about.

Just as I was about to ask how Ruolan knew the name of the thin monkey, a fine and pitch-black electric light suddenly appeared in the black smoke.

Countless electric lights, like black pervasive tentacles, shot towards those purple konjacs.

On the thick petals of the purple konjac, purple butterflies began to emerge, the size of fists, huge wings, one after another, with splashes of colored powder, and pounced on the golden light curtain.

Under the baptism of pitch black light, the shape of the butterfly continues to increase. Soon it became the size of a skull, and its appearance became hideous.

Countless huge butterflies, after touching the light curtain, were not bounced away by the golden light, but lay on the light curtain and devoured it quickly.

The butterfly's eyes are strange, and its large open mouth is full of purple sawtooth, and a numbing devouring sound is rustling.

"It's kind of interesting, isn't this an illusory image?" As far as I know, the ghost prison space formed by ghosts is basically very monotonous and terrifying, or bloody, or a mountain of bones, or a broken head and feet... To put it simply, it's just a "fantasy" space formed by ghosts using the power of the origin, and then through these environments, they move people's hearts and demons, make people crazy, go crazy, and kill themselves.

Ordinary ghosts, fierce ghosts, do not have the ability to change space, scenes, and scenes. And the ghosts are even more locally sourced, forming their own unique ghost prison space by combining the scenes of death before and after death. It's the same set over and over, and I'm used to it, but it's actually nothing.

So, suddenly, I didn't feel nervous when I encountered the sea of konjac and the black smoke rolling around me. The defensive ability of the evil talisman is also enough to resist, and the appearance of the seemingly grand scene is nothing more than a burst of cold aura.

Now, not only is the smell realistic, but the sea of konjac can also condense the beautiful butterfly, which can't help but make me look at it. It's not that the ghosts are too strong, but now, the world of ghosts also pays attention to innovation, and after playing the ghost prison for so many years, they can also come up with some new tricks?

But it's just a new twist.

For the mysterious ghosts, ghosts, high-level ghosts, high-level ghosts in the eyes of ordinary people. I have always looked at it with a critical eye and a "scientific" attitude. Unless I can't beat it, I can't kill it, I will be nervous, and if I can't beat it, I can't kill it, and I can't run for my life, and I will panic and scream for help.

And now this seemingly fierce ghost prison with some innovative means in front of me, in my eyes, is actually no different from a somewhat disobedient pig under the butcher's knife. Therefore, there is no ordinary person to panic, powerless, fear, or even collapse. state of mind, that's pretty calm.

This is also a celestial master who has been cultivating for nearly 30 years, and now he is holding an infinitely powerful sword to ward off evil spirits, and his professional instinct and professionalism are just that.

The light curtain that shrouded the surroundings seemed thin, and the butterflies that had eaten up kept falling. Before it landed on the sea of flowers below, it quickly turned into black smoke and returned to the large black smoke above.

Electricity swirls and shines in all directions, but it is silent and unusual.

With the baptism of deep color and silent electric light, more and more butterflies bravely pounced on the light curtain and gnawed up.

"Excuse me, I'm almost gone." Ruolan took my hand and whispered. The voice was a little nervous.

I touched her somewhat undulating and towering breasts, felt the amazing elasticity, moaned comfortably, and simply pulled Ruolan up, leaned against the head of the bed, squinted her eyes slightly, and recuperated.

And in the right hand, a golden light formed by the true qi of warding off evil spirits shot out from the two fingers in the middle of the food, and the light curtain instantly became brilliant and shining, seemingly, even more gorgeous than the beginning.

"Hey, hey!" I smiled softly, full of a kind of ostentatious meaning.

Ruolan leaned close to me, snow-white, straight and slender legs, stretched out from the hem of her skirt, holding my stomach tightly, looking like a bird haunting people.

Just when I couldn't stand the temptation and was thinking about whether to take some time to continue "detoxifying", the surrounding scenery changed again!

The large cloud of black smoke outside the light curtain above his head calmed down and no longer emitted lightning. And the purple sea of konjac, like a chicken that is shedding, has fat purple petals on its body, gradually withering and withering. Butterflies also no longer appear. The purple giant butterfly, which had no follow-up reinforcements, quickly ate up, turned into scattered black smoke, and disappeared.

And the light curtain is still brilliant!

With the withering of the purple konjac, a large, large red appeared!

My squinted eyes involuntarily widened, revealing a look of shock, although I was still leaning on the bed, but the sword at the head of the bed had already appeared in my right hand. Holding the hilt of the sword that is round and smooth, revealing a hint of coolness, his heart is full of a sense of steadfastness.

One by one, the fiery red flowers of the soul are floating around, the stamens are slightly thicker, and there are countless slender petals like fire around them, which are automatic without wind, swaying out of the blurred brilliance, forming a red, dreamy, weaving space.

At this time, my heart was filled with shock, what level of ghost is behind it? can transform space again and again, change things, the worst, the worst, is also a terrible ghost who has been suffering in the world for many years, and the origin is close to Dacheng, right?

Just as my mind was turning, the flower of the soul began to wither, and after withering, the green leaves full of evil vitality formed a green space, up and down, left and right, impermeable.

The leaves grow longer and faster, and gradually reach a limit, and the leaves begin to wither.

The red and slender petals reappeared, from small to large, blooming, and in the air, it seemed that you could smell an intoxicating fragrance that did not belong to the flower of the soul.

Open to the extreme, gradually withering...

Red flowers and green leaves alternate, presenting a kind of alternating space of red and green, or a world.

A faint breath of reincarnation appeared among the flowers of the soul induction, wandering back and forth, this breath, so terrifying, so faint, if you don't feel it carefully, you can't feel it at all.

I finally understood that whether it is a disgusting konjac, a smoky smell, or a beautiful and hideous butterfly, it is all to derive this power of reincarnation.

With yin qi as nourishment, konjac as a means, with the smell of confusion, with butterflies to absorb the power of the seven stars in my true qi to ward off evil spirits, the breath of Haoran.

The energy is mainly yin and cold, but it has a trace of righteousness. After the energy is complete, finally, through this flower that is mysterious and unpredictable in itself, the flower of soul induction, this power of reincarnation is derived.

It's so cheap, ghost, there are geniuses!

At this time, the sword of warding off evil spirits vibrated slightly, emitting a misty yellow glow, and the crimson in the middle was like a cheerful and terrifying, slender figure, constantly shaking, emitting a slight buzz.

"Bugs, it's time to show up!" I muttered. The true qi of warding off evil spirits is tumbling all over his body, and he is waiting with all his heart.

"What? What do you say? Ruolan also sat up, although her body trembled a little, but her voice seemed very calm.

And as soon as Ruolan's words fell, the blooming flower of soul attraction finally stopped withering. The petals began to spin wildly, and the slender petals, gradually stretching, becoming longer, and gradually squirming.

Where are the petals, they are clearly slender, earthworm-like red insects.

It's just that the mouth of this bug is too big. The body is the thickness of chopsticks, and it has a head the size of a baby's head. That's right, it's a skull, with distinct facial features, a blood-red face, no eyes, no nose, no ears, and only a big mouth that occupies most of the face.

Three on the top and two on the bottom, five sharp teeth, dripping with scarlet slime.

Countless red monster insects, with their big mouths open in terror, slowly swam over, in all directions, and surrounded the light curtain again.

Outside the light curtain, the mouth of the red monster insect is opening little by little, little by little, showing that the mouth is bigger, with fangs, and it is even more hideous and vicious.

"Ruolan, give me your hand quickly." I was a little nervous, not nervous, but nervous.

Holding Ruolan's tender little hand tightly, a strong true qi of warding off evil spirits quickly moved to Ruolan's whole body along Ruolan's meridians, forming layers of golden protective walls within the seven orifices of her body.

Looking at the faint golden light emitted from Ruolan's body, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still looked solemnly at the strange insect with a huge mouth outside the light curtain.

Why, this dog thing, with the help of that trace of reincarnation, derived this kind of Netherworld Ghost Domain, which is also the famous "Weeping Blood Worm"!

"Wow" An indescribable terrible cry turned into an invisible fluctuation that hit us through the light curtain. I firmly use the true qi to ward off evil spirits, protect the orifices of the whole body, and protect Ruolan by the way.

In the reflection of the golden light, my face turned even paler. This cry is long and full of soul-shaking power. I felt that my soul was about to fly at this moment, as if in reincarnation, my qi and blood were churning endlessly, and I felt unspeakably uncomfortable. And Ruolan, her dark face turned out to be miserable. I

I had to urge the true qi to ward off evil spirits with all my might, resisting this powerful penetrating force.

Weeping blood insects, weeping blood, the strength is not the insects, but this silk, the power of reincarnation.