Outside the door, Yang Xiaoding's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his expression twisted together strangely, and his face was full of cows. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Your sister, is there such a bully, labor and management finally got rid of the guards, took the opportunity to sneak into the villa, and was discovered as soon as he took a step, which is too unlucky!

The footsteps are so light that you can be heard through the door, and you are a dog inside!

In fact, this matter can only be regarded as Yang Xiaoding's bad luck, he used stealth skills, and then let go of the footsteps, ordinary people can't find out about his existence at all, and the mistake is that the white-bearded old man Nima in the room is not an ordinary person!

Even a person who can get a high-level forbidden technique like raising ghosts, his physical skills are also first-class, if he can't even notice someone approaching, then he doesn't have to mix in the rivers and lakes, of course, like Mo Wensheng, who has no breathing heartbeat and walks with a partial spirit, is obviously not in the scope of calculation.

Like Qingshan Daoren, his five senses are extremely powerful, and he can detect them the moment the man in black enters the courtyard, so he can get through the difficulties without danger, and if he is an ordinary person, he is afraid that he will be confused and unaware until he dies!

The white-bearded old man held his breath and focused all his attention on his ears to listen to the movement outside the door.

Although there were no footsteps, the sound of intermittent breathing and the strong heartbeat were solid evidence that the man outside the door still existed.

The white-bearded old man moved his gaze to Shang Ran and handed him a tentative look, Shang Ran understood, raised the gun in his hand and fired a shot at the steel door.

His bullets are all specially made, and their power is several times higher than that of ordinary ammunition, and it is not a problem to pierce the Iron Divine Horse at all.

The bullet shot out with the pull of the trigger, and it was about to touch the iron door, but Yang Xiaoding outside the door was still unaware and stood in place.

Mo Wensheng secretly cursed this stupid person in his heart, stretched out his left hand, and drew a circle in mid-air, and wisps of black gas burst out from the circle, quickly rushing towards the moving bullet, surrounding it and swallowing it into nothingness.

The white-bearded old man and Shang Ran both looked at everything that was happening in front of them with a look of disbelief, and the bullets fired actually disappeared out of thin air, how could this be.

"Master, what's going on?" Shang Ran swallowed his saliva and stammered.

The white-bearded old man's eyes swept around the room, the expression on his face flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Who is there pretending to be a ghost and not daring to show up, since he is here, show his true face and compete with the old man, why hide in the shadows and hide his head and tail." ”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down, and only the sound of light breathing could be heard, and suddenly, the black figure in the cage began to roar wildly, constantly tearing the white cage with its sharp claws with black sharp nails, but he was burned by the white light on the cage again and again, and he grinned in pain but still refused to give up.

With a vicious gaze, he stared at the corner of the room, where Mo Wensheng stood.

Although he couldn't see Mo Wensheng's body, he could feel an aura that made him uneasy.

It was like a natural enemy who was destined to restrain him, and he naturally developed fear.

"Ali, what's wrong with you?" The white-bearded old man was taken aback by his sudden situation, the ghost king he raised was usually very quiet and obedient, and there were very few such irritable moments, either because he was stimulated by something, or there was something in this room that made him feel uneasy.

Although he also sensed that something was wrong, he couldn't sense the existence of a third party, not to mention that there was a person outside the door who didn't know whether he was friend or foe.

This is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

The white-bearded old man's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand quietly reached into his pocket and took out a small and delicate whisk, almost thirty centimeters long, with a black handle carved with peculiar patterns, and the long hair on the whisk turned out to be blood-red.

The white-bearded old man clenched the dust, lifted it into the air, centered on himself, shook his wrist and drew a circle with his long flowing hair.

Blood-colored light burst out, rippling into every corner of the room like ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Shang Ran had already taken out the dust from the white-bearded old man, he quickly took out a piece of rune paper with black characters on a white background from his pocket and pinched it in his hand, and read out a few words silently in his mouth, and a faint layer of white light instantly erupted from the rune paper to envelop him.

When the blood light approached, it passed through the white light on his body, and it did not affect him in the slightest, as did the black shadow imprisoned by the white cage.

It can be said that this bloodlight attack is completely towards Mo Wensheng.

The blood light slowly and irresistibly dispersed to all corners, and the tables and chairs it touched were instantly shattered and turned into scattered sand.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Mo Wensheng's expression suddenly became serious, this dusty attack was so powerful, there was no way to hide, so he could only face the difficulties.

He took out a shell-like object from his arms and threw it on the ground, and after a crisp "bang", the thing quickly swelled and turned into a shield-like thing, blocking Mo Wensheng's side.

The red blood light dissipated into the air after colliding with the shield, and although Mo Wensheng dodged the attack, he also exposed his position.

The white-bearded old man's keen eyes had noticed a change in the trajectory of the blood light, and he quickly took out a piece of rune paper with black characters on a white background, and threw it towards the place where it dissipated.

The dust of his right hand shook outward, his hands were folded, and he recited a mantra in his mouth:

The sun rises in the east,

There is death when there is a curse, and there is death when there is a curse,

I serve the Northern Emperor, and I immediately cut the ominous,

All ghosts and monsters are off my list.

What dares to be, the water cannot be drowned, the water can invade,

Within the Three Realms, I am the only one who is strong.

As the sound of the spell sounded, the rune paper instantly transformed into a long black snake and rushed towards Mo Wensheng with lightning speed.

Mo Wensheng didn't make any movement, he still stood in place and didn't even change his expression in the slightest, and the black snake disappeared into the air like smoke as if it had been scattered after making contact with the shield.

The two attacks were useless, and the white-bearded old man was deeply aware that he might not be that person's opponent at all, and he had suffered two losses before he could make a move, and the rune paper was gone, but he could draw again, how could this next attack be good.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the ghost, who was still in the cage, restless. (To be continued.) )