The tip of Wang Xiaojia's tongue was like a spring thunder, and as soon as the broken word was spoken, it immediately vibrated back and forth in the space.

In front of her, a large canopy of black mist appeared, all of which were formed by the gathering of yin qi in this place, covering the entire space with a layer of fog, making it difficult to find a trace. However, we who are in the position of accurate accounting hexagram can see through the fog and see the movement inside - after Wang Xiaojia activated the magic circle, his light body was like a weeping willow in the wind, three on the left and four on the right, and he shook out the attack range of the hunchbacked old man in a few steps.

However, when the old man saw this situation, he was not alarmed, as an old Jianghu, he naturally knew that Wang Xiaojiapan of the Dao Dao was sitting here, not panicking, he must have some support, but he was a senior of the masters, and the masters of the art were bold, and he didn't care about these conspiracies, and wanted to use his strong force to destroy everything brutally.

So he laughed, his rickety body straightened, his feet stepped on the Seven Stars Dougang step, and the black banner in his hand danced like a dragon, rolling the black mist to retreat to both sides.

As soon as the space was clear, the six or seven ghost shadows in his banner flowed out like water, and with the help of induction, they pursued Wang Xiaojia who was retreating backwards. Those ghosts were cyan and black, and countless skulls were rolling around, which was very scary.

Looking at this situation, if you think about it, it must be a very terrifying thing.

However, we spent a lot of time at night, relying on the formation arranged by the terrain, where there was such a good match, and immediately a sinister aura erupted from a hexagram point, blocking the ghost shadow that came from the end.

This yin qi is condensed from the ground through the magic circle with rune paper, if ordinary beasts are washed by this, they will definitely freeze on the spot, their consciousness is scattered, and they can't move, but they are also yin spirit bodies, and those ghosts have not been affected. The difference is that the evil aura condenses these ghosts like glue, preventing them from gaining an inch. If the ghost is a spirit, it is easy to pass through the wall and the room, but in this array, every move is seriously affected by the Qi field, and it is like walking in the water, and it is not free.

The supernatural ghost has no worries about this, if it is a real thing, as if it has descended, it has all the characteristics of a living organism, just like the water grass ghost and all the spiritual visitors. It strode towards Wang Xiaojia, and the mace in his hand was waved high again.

The hunchbacked old man also began to move, and he walked slowly, like an outing, and he didn't care.

The traps we set up also began to be activated, such as poisoned arrows, sharpened bamboo thorns, turf-covered pits, swing collisions with ropes, and long-dormant poisonous snakes...... These things beckoned to the hunchbacked old man.

However, something shocking happened, although the vision was blocked by the darkness and the obstacles in the formation, but this old man seemed to have eyes all over his body, and he was able to skillfully avoid all attacks in the most accurate and effortless way of dodging, and even the ejected green snake was blocked by him one step in advance, and the pair of old, mud-covered liberation shoes were gently crushed, and the snake died of anger, and became a puddle of mud without a sound.

This hunchbacked old man is really not simple, it seems that the deaths of Zhao Leinan, Chen Qichang and others are not accidental.

If nothing else, this guy alone is enough to deal with most of the members of that squad.

And at this moment, there were a few childish shouts from behind the forest, followed by a mess, and Qin Zhen, Lao Zhuang, Teng Xiao and others, who wanted to be deployed on the periphery, had already connected to the fire with the two young men brought by the hunchbacked old man. At that moment, we didn't hesitate, in addition to letting the weak and powerless Bai Lutan continue to hide, Zhu Chenchen and I had already lifted the turf on our bodies and rushed towards the hunchbacked old man.

With a licorice stalk in his mouth, he broke into the maze, and the hunchbacked old man with the roar of Niu Boi immediately noticed it, turned his head suddenly, and squinted at me.

His gaze is like two sharp daggers, piercing me painfully, although I know that this guy must be a big man, but I am not afraid of the newborn calf, rubbing my hands, the nine-character mantra "Spirit Dart Unification and Solving Heart Splitting Qi Zen" silently recited several times, and suddenly felt that the infinite power continued to pour from the void to the skin on the body, slightly numb, and formed a Donkey Kong wheel seal, towards the body of the hunchbacked old man.

Because the fat bug needs to command its bug troops, or rather, it needs this little demon king to be the overseer, so it's not in my body.

I completely relied on my own strength and the aura that fit with the space, and I was fighting hard against the hunchbacked old man.

Unhurried, he stretched out a pair of wizened eagle talons, pushed back and slammed into me.

Mars hits Earth!

The hunchbacked old man's hands were as tough as steel bars, and there was a huge force of shock from his body, which made my hands sore, and the joints of my wrists and arms showed signs of dislocation. You must know that my body has been repeatedly dredged and warmed by the Golden Silkworm Gu for nearly two years, and it is not much weaker than the body of the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao, who was born in the Taoist sect since he was a child and boiled by various medicinal materials, but he didn't expect to be in danger of being slackened and collapsed by such a thin old man.

When I was fighting with the hunchbacked old man, Zhu Chenchen had already thrown out two flying needles and shot them towards his eyes.

The speed and strength of the flying needle are comparable to bullets, and they are extremely accurate, and when they were about to fly in front of the red eyes of the hunchbacked old man, suddenly from his face, several black octopus-like tentacles stretched out, and the flying needle was gently glued and waved at will, and the flying needle carrying huge power potential energy immediately lost its power and fell to the ground lightly.

I was forced to take a few steps back by the force of the shock, and the hunchbacked old man was not feeling well, his face was blue and red, and the weather was uncertain.

The black tentacles on his cheeks swim unconsciously, giving it an eerie feel. The hunchbacked old man is not a monster, he just fuses the power of the ghost into his body and places it on his face like a parasite, ready to be used as a backup. The blood in my chest was churning, but I was not discouraged, but became unusually happy, and as soon as I stopped, I went up again.

Since this guy has the power of a ghost in his body, no matter how strong his strength is, he must be naturally subject to me.

The Demon Witch Hand, in terms of attributes, is specifically aimed at this kind of Yin Spirit power, although he is much stronger than me, but every time he fights in close combat, his strength will become more disordered, difficult to control, and may even collapse. I used this kind of water grinding kung fu, and if I couldn't stand it, I would retreat, use the cover of the formation to adjust the breath, and wait until the peripheral personnel had finished the two teenagers, and then come over to restrain this arrogant old man.

Or kill, or capture, there is no third way!

This is one of our previous battle plans - entangle the strong, cut off the wings, and then surround them.

I began to make a hand with the hunchbacked old man, circling around, and not hard topped. As an old man who is close to ancient times, he has been dealing with ghosts and evil things for many years, so that his body functions are slowly decreasing, although he can use magic to maintain the strength of his body, and his strength is also strong, but his reaction power has begun to degenerate, dancing the black flag, some of them can't keep up with the rhythm, and for a while, the stalemate is down.

Although a few lightning-like slippery tentacles shot out of his body from time to time, he was completely restrained by my demonic witch hand.

And at this time, the little demon Duoduo had already cooperated with Wang Xiaojia to entangle the supernatural ghost soul, and Duoduo also suddenly appeared in the night sky, waving all kinds of mysterious handprints with both hands, fighting with the evil ghost in the black banner of the hunchbacked old man. Zhu Chenchen had a string of crystal clear yellow agate on his wrist, and each bead on it was carved with a fat head and big ears and a smiling Maitreya Buddha, which also shone with a bright brilliance at this moment, suppressing the black ghost on the black banner so that he did not dare to be arrogant.

Duoduo and the little demon Duoduo's body, from time to time sprinkled cyan brilliance - this is Aoki Yigang, the most suitable for the magnetic energy of plant life, Duoduo inherits all the cultivation of the body of the ghost demon, especially strong, and the little demon Duoduo is rebuilt and rebuilt, although thin, but it seems to be more refined. As soon as these brilliances landed, the grass vines that had heard the greeting immediately grew wildly, like a long snake swimming, and climbed towards the hunchbacked old man and his soul.

These crazy vines couldn't get close to them, but they had most of their minds on the ground.

The time, the place, and the people are all advantageous, but even so, we are still at a disadvantage, and most of the time we are pressed and chased by this hunchbacked old man. This is the confidence of the hunchbacked old man to ignore any conspiracy and conspiracy, and dare to go straight - the reason why he is so domineering is because he has a strength far stronger than ours and is doing support.

However, this advantage is being worn away by us little by little, little by little, and it will eventually disappear for a moment.

The fight was fierce, my arms were numb, and I wanted to rely on the formation to sneak out to rest first, when suddenly a childish voice like killing a pig came from behind us. The voice did not belong to us, but apparently from the two young men who had followed the hunchbacked old man. And looking at this intensity, I guess it must be the little guy who is making trouble, because among us, there is no one who can be more frightening than that little guy.

It was at this time that the hunchbacked old man's face suddenly changed drastically.

He had been playing with us a little leisurely, but at this moment, he finally understood that maybe we could kill him here, so the old age spots on his face began to swim like living creatures, and the black flag in his hand was thrust into the ground, and his mouth shouted, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and the earth shook, and the formation we had spent all night was swept away by a hurricane, and it completely collapsed.

"Dead ......"