[Not late, right? Eleven twenty, well, still today! It's okay, it's okay! 】

Wen Xu was suddenly reversed the offensive, but he would not be soft, although Qiu Xinwei was in the hands of the wind laughing idiot, but the wind laughing idiot was definitely more rational than the cold smoker, and he was better at talking than the cold smoker. To get rid of this scourge of beating the side drum, Wen Xu doesn't think about it. Feng Xiaozhi has made it clear that "I have no intention of hurting ordinary people, as long as I don't force him, there should be a way out!" ”

"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Although the cold smoker's real body did not appear on this floor, the voice appeared in everyone's ears through these ghosts. Through the secret method, he knew that the direction in which Wen Xu was killing at the moment was the direction where the ghost was,

"You almost made me suffer just now, I was really a bully? Now it's 'beating the drum' again, and the hatred between us is hard to say, whether you live or die, or see the truth under your hands. ”

Wen Xu directly killed the past, and if he wanted to crack down on the cold smoker, he must first hit the ghosts that were inseparable from him.

Wen Xu commanded the Yin Killing Sword with one hand and the other hand controlled the Soul Suppression Technique, and he really opened and closed, completely exposing his back to Feng Xiaozhi. The Yin Killing Sword was condensed by runes, but it was surging in the eyes of the Yin Death Thing, the Yin Eye, and the Heavenly Eye, blazing and full of a kind of warm energy, which produced a fierce confrontation between the cold and Yin Qi in this room.

The soul suppression technique, turned into a gilded character, containing fiery power, flew sideways, and the remnant souls and ghosts that were summoned by the cold smoker with the 'soul burial sound' all screamed, and then the ice and snow melted and disappeared from this world. Their strength is too weak, they are just some unconscious remnants, not real ghosts, or these remnants are just some of the weakest spirits, they have no attack power, and can only disrupt their vision. The real ghosts have attack power, of course, those ghosts can't come out of the crack level just now, but it's hard to say at the moment! What good things Long Moxiao did, everyone knows.

"Boom!"

A ghost pattern peeled off from the body of the ghost raised by the cold smoker, exuding endless ghost energy, this ghost pattern is the condensation and peeling off of the lines on the ghost's body, as soon as it falls at this moment, the illusory figure of the ghost is even more illusory, but he tries to squeeze out two drops of 'ghost blood', that is, the essence of the ghost's soul is liquefied. The 'ghost blood' was stained on the ghost pattern, making the ghost pattern even more terrifying, and the moment the ghost pattern flew out, many ghost shadows flashed. These projections are all powerful ghosts that were devoured and fused by it back then.

This ghost pattern is extraordinary, it is the pattern of this powerful ghost itself, at this moment, through the blessing of this soul soul liquid, it is extremely terrifying, the sword of yin killing collides with it, flies directly upside down, is knocked out and then directly cracks inch by inch, turning into nothingness, and the runes are wiped out by the ghost pattern. The word 'town' in the soul suppression technique is also difficult to suppress, and the ghost patterns that are covered in it rush left and right, and then explode directly.

Two spells were cracked in succession, Wen Xu was pushed several meters by the forceful reversal, he was close to the ghost tattoo, his face was pale, he resisted with difficulty with the Zen Sutra, kept working hard, and gritted his teeth, otherwise he would really be taken the initiative by the cold smoker.

"I don't know if it's because your Zen chanting is great or my 'soul burial sound' is great?"

The cold smoker's voice with a sneer came, cold and ruthless, which made Wen Xu's eyelids jump. Is this going to be shot without discipline? He's now being forced to retreat by the Ghost Pattern

Wen Xu's face was solemn, his heart was empty, and the words of the Zen scriptures flashed in his heart in rows, and he didn't need to read them out, but there were bursts of Zen singing sounds, and at this moment these Zen songs became a kind of protection, protecting Wen Xu in the middle. "Slash!" Wen Xu suddenly became ruthless, replaced defense with offense, clasped the money sword that he had been carrying on his body in his hand, and then slashed directly at the ghost pattern, causing a circle of yin qi ripples.

"Roar, roar!"

The ghost was implicated and retreated with his head in his hands. His eyes were full of resentment and violence, staring at Wen Xu deadly, there was a kind of hideous, its face was full of mouth, blood, the yin qi in the wide mouth fangs, and one after another wriggling black bags appeared from the mouth of the face, densely packed with a large area, as if words laid eggs, making the benefactor's scalp numb, and even Wen Xu was stunned,

It's disgusting! So he hurriedly looked away and stared at the direction where the yin qi was the strongest, he thought that the cold smoker was in that direction, or he believed that the cold smoker's big move was to kill from this aspect, as for Long Moxiao, he didn't need to worry, the drunkard and the Qi family's father and son were full of energy, and there was a lot of noise, although there was no sound at the moment, but most of them had quietly approached Long Moxiao's vicinity, maybe the next moment he could do it and blow him up chrysanthemum.

Imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel!

Long Moxiao is still full of combat power, and the shaking that comes from time to time in the community is due to him, it is he who is trying his best to open the gap in the netherworld, wanting to attract more ghosts and monsters, adding chaos to the metaphysical world, making the pressure he is under less, and attracting the eyes who want to hit his attention to divert attention. A good abacus!

The air surged, churned, the yin qi boiled, and the ghost pattern was broken, although the money sword was dyed black, infected, and ineffective, but Wen Xu was not worried at all, at the moment he unfolded,

"Woo woo woo"

An eerie low, fluttering voice came. Crying like a complaint, low crying and resentment, full of negative energy, makes people have an urge to go crazy, and arouses the violence and emotions in the depths of the soul. After Leng Yanke finished speaking, he had already launched it, the 'Soul Burial Sound' was definitely not to be underestimated, he also had great courage, fighting the ghost as a bait, fighting the ghost to lose some Taoism to stop Wen Xu, and create enough time and grasp for him, of course, the timing he grasped was also extremely accurate, and it was launched at the moment when Wen Xu just cut off the ghost pattern.

"Don't think!"

Wen Xu gritted his teeth and roared, he couldn't be fooled again and again. He was on guard after the cold smoker said that, and at this moment he roared even more angrily, his voice was like a lion and a tiger, forming a kind of suppression, if the 'soul burial sound' is a low tone, Wen Xu This is a high tone, the sound made by the two represents two extremes, but with this roar, it is enough, Wen Xu took the opportunity to quickly dip a yellow powder with his hand, smeared it on his earlobe, and quickly clicked a little cinnabar ink on his chest and eyebrows.

He grabbed a handful of realgar and sprinkled it, and all the yin qi he encountered burned up, producing an unknown change, and the yin qi was quickly diluted. The location of the ghost is the focus of care, and he screamed miserably and hurriedly dodged. Realgar is a masculine thing, it is their nemesis, it is extremely unstable, and there is a muffled snort in the secret, the corner of the cold smoker's mouth with the piece of metal pulled, and he almost rolled directly, and the stinging pain of his soul almost made him faint,

The sting of the soul fed back that the ghost was in a critical situation at the moment, and he didn't want to give up the play of the 'soul burial sound' immediately, and recalled the ghost, anyway, Wen Xu suppressed his sense of hearing, and avoided his 'soul burial sound' with will and sulfur, unless he forcibly broke through and didn't care about the ghost.

But if there is no ghost, his soul burial sound will be greatly reduced, after all, this kind of bass is actually the roar of a ghost!

There were a few 'boom' sounds in the community, followed by the sound of a big tree falling to the ground, and it was obvious that the tree had been suddenly lifted out. The sound of some glass shattering on the first and second floors came, and the momentum was immense, so amazing!

A yin qi that was so dense that people stopped and frowned burst out, the forest was cold to the extreme, the white mist turned black in an instant, and one after another soul shadows rushed out of the pit under the fallen tree, opening their teeth and claws, roaring excitedly, at this moment it was like a demon cave was opened. Thrilling, terrified in all directions.

The white cloth strips in the community danced more 'joyfully', and the soul-attracting bells all rang in unison, fast and crisp, making Wen Xu scold angrily: "Mom, Gobi! ”

There is no need to find the specific location of the crack between the two worlds of yin and yang, Long Moxiao opened the crack, and at this moment, the yin qi couldn't stop rushing out, and the crack had been expanded, and many ghosts reversed back to yang, and at this moment, they appeared directly in the Tianwan community, and the roars one after another were enough to explain everything!

"That's it!" Long Mo laughed and yelled.

"You play slowly."

Feng Xiaoyi's voice came, and when Wen Xu came back to his senses, Feng Xiaozhi and the female corpse in red had already retreated to the room, obviously there was a way out, and Wen Xu could avoid it, Qiu Xinwei had already fainted, and at this moment she fell to the wall trembling without blood. Fainting are in fear!

Wen Xu stepped forward quickly, took out the amulet he took off and put it on her wrist, he could feel that the temperature of her body was much better, but the situation was very bad now, after the mixing of Long Moxiao, Feng Xiao, and Cold Smoker, things had developed into an uncontrollable situation.