Chapter Twenty-Four: The Demonic Phobia
"Suddenly~!" The cold wind outside was protruding, and the violent swaying of the trees could be faintly heard, and at this time, Lao Wang's house was empty, but there were two faint breaths. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
On the roof, the inner beams and columns are arranged in an orderly manner, and there is a large gap when you see the middle.
There was one missing!
"Hmph~! The time is almost up, so let's sacrifice you evil spirit! On the missing side of the pillar, a faint voice muttered to himself, if he hadn't spoken, even Feng Ling would have been a little unaware!
No wonder!
This guy even knows how to stealth! It's just that he doesn't know that the yang energy in a person's body is easy to be detected?
Feng Ling was secretly speechless, hiding under the bed with his eyes closed, and he was monitoring every detail in the room, including airflow, temperature, and breathing.
"Suddenly...! Suddenly~! "It seems that the wind is whistling more and more, but what is strange is not the wind, but a thick white mist! When the white mist passes through the trees, layers of frost condense on them, like snow, you know, this is the hot season!
With the overwhelming fog pouring in, the two people in the house couldn't help but shiver, and the slight thumping sound that suddenly came from outside the house made the two of them even more angry, and their bodies seemed to be even colder!
At this time, if someone is in the courtyard, they will definitely see a strange pillar that emits black gas floating and bumping around, saying that it is a random collision, but it is constantly approaching slowly in the direction of the house!
"Bang~!" With a soft sound, a piece of wooden stake appeared on the wall that was squeezed in bravely, and seeing this wooden stake, Feng Ling and the two of them tightened, held their breath, and stared with wide eyes.
I don't know how long it took for the black stake to completely struggle in, anyway, this anxious waiting process is very difficult!
"Bang~, bang~!"
The long pillar seemed to have no clue, floating and bumping into the house, knocking off and shattering a lot of ceramic products, and the crisp and piercing "snapping" sound sounded, and even a lot of splashed next to Feng Ling, but he didn't move!
Shadow......!
Thinking of what Lao Wang said when he came that day, Feng Ling suddenly recalled, and immediately glanced at the wall intentionally, and sure enough, there was a faint shadow, maybe the moonlight was not bright enough tonight......
Wrong! It must be that the fog is too thick tonight, blocking most of the moonlight from entering!
"......!" There was a sound of oozing body, followed by a boom, and the pillar had returned to its original position, filling the gap!
Looking at the black qi pillar next to his heel, Xu Banxian, who was hiding on the pillar, trembled wildly, and didn't even dare to swallow the saliva that was uncomfortably stuck in his throat!
Then, before he could suppress his horror, a blue figure appeared under the pillar, looking like a blue-faced fang!
The moment this figure appeared, the temperature in the room dropped by at least five degrees, and the body trembled slightly, and Feng Ling and Xu Banxian's bodies were covered with a thin layer of frost!
Xu Banxian trembled even more, in the empty hidden place, a layer of frost was still condensed in the void, floating strangely, Xu Banxian just secretly screamed, and the suspended figure below seemed to be looking up and forgetting to come!
A pair of magnificent sapphire-like ghost eyes flickered, Xu Banxian's heart chuckled, only to feel like he was trapped in an ice cellar, and the grimace on the ghost's head gradually emerged with a trace of ferocious fierceness!
Xu Banxian couldn't bear it anymore, just when he and Feng Ling thought they had been discovered and were about to attack, a scene that made people angry appeared!
From Feng Ling's point of view, he only felt that a pitch-black rope of death qi had fallen from the sky!
"Ho, ho~......!" Then the vicious ghost let out a struggling ghostly howl, and from the faint shadow shaking on the ground, Feng Ling seemed to see the reflection of two ghost feet kicking wildly, like a board life!
Xu Banxian, who was squatting on the pillar, arched his nose stiffly, looked at the pupils of the powerful ghost below, and suddenly shrank! He can see much more intuitively and clearly than Feng Ling!
I saw that the ghost had killed the whole neck, dropping out a long black tongue, and a pair of blue ghost hands were close to the ghost legs in order to fix the upper body of the ghost, leaving only half of the body and a pair of ghost legs to kick back and forth......
Toss and turn......!
Never get tired of it......!
Hang oneself~! It turned out to be hanging......
Hanged ghost ......!
Such a terrifying side actually made Feng Ling and Xu Banxian "lucky" to catch up, the two of them were terrified, the corners of their eyes trembled, and in anger, they couldn't help but scold: "You're hanged, what are you hanging?" ”
Feng Ling and the others, who believe in the answer to the question of "expectation", will soon know!
"Bang~!" A slightly panicked howl came, Feng Ling only felt that the shadow on the ground kept getting bigger, and then, a blue figure smashed to the ground, just after two slabs but stopped abruptly, a pair of bewitching blue light just shot into the ...... under the bed!
That damn ghost rope actually broke at this point, causing it to fall!
"Thunderbolt Battle~!"
Not daring to hesitate, Feng Ling took the lead, and one after another violent thunder currents rushed away.
"Quack~!" It seemed that he was very afraid of the breath of thunder and lightning, and the blue ghost shadow quickly retreated, and Feng Ling also jumped out of his body, and a stronger thunderbolt that had been condensed directly took off his hand.
Level 9!?
Feng Ling's heart was shocked, staring at the bewitching beauty who was on fire and spun around and slapped at great speed...... Afterimage!
That's right~! It's so fast, all it leaves behind is a long afterimage!
No~! It's not level nine!
A scorching black smoke rose, and the last trace of fire was extinguished, looking at the stopped figure, Feng Ling's heart chuckled, and a terrible answer appeared in his mind!
"Level 10 hanged ghost ......!" A trembling voice came from the house, and he said this answer for Feng Ling that he didn't want to believe!
After Xu Banxian watched Feng Ling's instant fight with him, when he was surprised that Feng Ling had eight transformations of cultivation, he was shocked to find that the hanged ghost actually had ten levels!
Almost as he spoke, a black-veined palm print spell that exploded with a strong golden light attacked the blue figure with a thunderous momentum!
"Bang~!" A huge explosion came, and a cool breeze blew black smoke, and Feng Ling's eyes trembled wildly as he watched as most of the old Wang's house was blown into powder! He was sure that if this blow fell on himself now, he would definitely lose a layer of skin! As for...... Die? Sorry, the main body isn't here!
The truth is so wonderful, when Xu Banxian was still amazed by Feng Ling one moment ago, but as everyone knows, Feng Ling sighed at him even more the next moment!
Damn it! Although it's temporary, what kind of thing is it that can skyrocket the strength of a guy who is only seven turns to the point where the wireless is close to ten turns!?