Breaking free from the cage, Zhang Fei straightened the top helmet that had been crooked just now, and brushed the messy beard, while laughing and said: "Haha, yes, it is estimated that you have nothing to do with the little girl, then it will be my turn to do so." As soon as the words fell, he waved the snake spear in his hand, and the fire on the snake spear was not as vigorous as it was at the beginning.

The little ghost still controlled the countless red ropes to entangle Zhang Fei, and the baby also flew up at the same time, fighting hard. I saw that her white hair was stretched and constricted like a spirit snake, and as sharp as a needle prick, and her power was very amazing, and Zhang Fei didn't dare to be easily landed by them.

The Zhangba Snake Spear, in Zhang Fei's hands, changed the thunder at the beginning and became more flexible. I saw him, although his body was majestic, but between the red rope and white hair, it was like wearing a butterfly through a flower, and if he was threading a needle and thread, he could cope with it freely. He tugged at the red rope, dodging all sorts of attacks, and flew around the baby, who couldn't even touch a trace of his armor.

After a while, Zhang Fei shouted: "Close." Most of the red ropes around the baby have been cut off by Zhang Fei and the little ghost, and they shrank rapidly, and Huo Di tied up the baby.

The hands and feet of the baby were tied behind her, and then the whole body, like a spider web, was suspended in the air, and the red rope was quite tight, so that the whole body of the baby, which was not tall, suddenly looked plump. In the bright red rope net, the crane-haired child-faced woman, at a glance, has indescribable charm and huge visual impact.

"Put me down, put me down. "Like a prey, the baby was tied to the center of the net by a rope knot, and the red rope was still flashing from time to time, flowing with Zhang Fei's fire essence. The streamers occasionally beep as they pass through the baby's bare skin, like the sound of a candle bursting. She screamed and struggled desperately, but she couldn't get out. And her voice was as crisp as a little girl, although she shouted loudly, it didn't make people feel so miserable.

"Haha, I heard that you still have such an art of tying ropes in Rizhao Kingdom, the third master, I was also a great talent who could embroider with a needle and paint with a pen, and the craftsmanship is not bad, right?" Zhang Fei finished laughing, and saw that the little ghost was about to pounce on it to save its owner. Zhang Fei didn't have that fun with it, the spear poked with his backhand, broke through the obstruction of the layers of red silk knotted ropes spit out by the little ghost, and stabbed it to the end, directly from the open mouth of the little ghost, penetrating and disappearing. The imp only had time to "grun......t" before he was burned to ashes by the terrifying heat of the snake spear. Seeing that the mountain was still wailing on the side, Zhang Fei also went up and finished it with a spear.

The battle on the side is also coming to an end. At the beginning, Wei Wan was barely able to resist the winged fire snake, but later the addition of the worms, including four small dragons and a mountain spirit standing on the periphery, formed the five elements of the direction, from time to time to send out the interference of the primordial spirit, and the injury has not healed, and slowly in the powerless resistance. Fortunately, Ling Lang was afraid that the Soul Mountain would not be used easily, and he was afraid of causing accidental injury, so he did not use it at the same time.

But even so, if it weren't for the fact that Jing Wan used the self-mutilating demon method several times, desperately consuming the blood essence to continue his life, he would have already been taken down. At this time, when she saw that the baby was caught, she panicked and had a slight delay. The worm, which usually doesn't seem to be very agile, was as fast as lightning, caught her such an oversight, flew up, rolled his body, and surrounded him in groups, revealing only one head. The worm is known as the axis of the Vermilion Bird Star, how can the strength be small, only strangled her so much that she can't even breathe, but she still has the strength to struggle.

Zhang Fei walked over, grabbed her hair, pulled her up, lifted her out, and saw that she was still covered with thick mucus, so he grabbed it, shook it a few times, shook off the mucus, and then used soul energy to turn it into a rope and tie her up in the same way. Because of the red rope, except for those that have been poured by Zhang Fei's soul power, the rest have all disappeared with the disappearance of the little ghost, so Zhang Fei had to use the soul energy to turn into a rope.

And these soul ropes are far less gentle than the red rope on the baby's body, and what they carry is not a streamer, but a red flame, which burns the greedy body and screams again and again. The scream was so sour that Zhang Fei simply beckoned some of the mucus that had just been shaken off and stuffed it into her mouth, blocking her mouth, and then she could only make a whining sound.

The dust had settled, and the remaining skeletons and yin souls were also suppressed by Guan Gong with great soul energy and were almost immobile. After these skeleton ghosts were collected, they were not well trained by the Baby, but were only erased from their minds, and most of the time they were used as food for the mountain spirits, which was not very powerful. Wei Wa released them because she thought that the other party would be able to make a move because of this, slightly block Ling Lang's hands and feet, and take the opportunity to find an opportunity to escape, but she thought of being clumsy, but it aroused Ling Lang's great anger, so she didn't spare her hand, let alone be ready to show mercy.

"Wu Anjun, can these sergeant ghosts receive behind you?" Retracting the mountain, dragon, and spirit, Ling Lang turned sideways to ask Bai Qi, who also appeared.

Bai Qi shook his head and said, "No, they have lost their spiritual intelligence, they will only follow the instinct of that demon girl's orders, and put them behind me, I'm afraid they can't accommodate the soul of the soldiers of the Nine Battalions." ”

"What about the lotus petals that are contained in my lotus petals?" Ling Lang asked unwillingly.

"No, you can't. ”

"No, you can't. Guan Gong and Bai Qi shouted at the same time to stop.

"Your Horais is the same at the same time, and you can't take it. First, the soul lotus is your foundation, and if all of them are used as a place for these yin souls, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to enter in the future; second, your lotus petals are only more than 200, which is not enough to accommodate them; third, in the same way, without a spiritual yin soul, it cannot exist in your soul lotus. Unlike the ghost body of your fifth uncle, they know how to suppress themselves, they have no awareness of life and death, they don't know what pain is, they will always attack your lotus lotus, and then they will soon be melted away by the holy power attached to your lotus petals. Bai Qijun and Ling Lang have been together for several years, and they know his temperament very well, so they took the trouble to analyze him and gave him plenty of reasons to give up doing this kind of "stupid thing" that seemed "useless" in his opinion.

Bai Qi looked at Ling Lang's increasingly gloomy expression, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he paused before continuing: "Even those remains can't be reburied in the soil. Otherwise, without the restraint of the magic weapon, they will either become a great scourge here, or they will be detained by the same people, or they will be turned into ashes. ”

Ling Lang lowered his head and didn't refute Bai Qi's words, he believed more about Bai Qi's personality than he believed in himself.

After a moment, his face was heavy, and he walked up to the skeletons and ghosts that were still restless, and suddenly fell to his knees and bowed three times.

It is said that men have gold under their knees, and they kneel to the sky and kneel to their parents, and like him now, he can even stop worshipping heaven and earth. But today, in the face of these iron-clad Chinese men before his death, Ling Lang knelt on the ground and felt at ease. If you are rude to candles, you will use yourself as incense, and you will respect the heroes and martyrs, as you will respect the parents of rebirth.

After bowing and prostrating, Ling Lang's face showed a resolute look that he had never seen before, and he said in a deep voice: "Huan Hou, help me." ”

Zhang Fei already had a rough idea of what he was going to do, and replied, "Okay." After saying that, he turned into a lotus, and the lotus platform suddenly burst into flames.

Ling Lang bowed again, got up, returned to the lotus, stretched out a finger, and shouted loudly: "Fire ......." In the beamless hall, the fire rushed to the sky, but it was not the ordinary fire, but the flame of destroying evil between the virtual and the real.

"Send the martyrs back to heaven. "Ling Lang's five elements lack fire, although Guan Gong's fire can be infiltrated for a long time, it can't be deserved such a huge consumption. In fact, it is completely possible to directly let Zhang Fei do it for him, but he thinks that he will do this himself. This is the greatest respect he feels.

Guan Gong and Bai Qi on the side also bowed their heads and shouted softly: "Wait, send the martyrs back to heaven." ”

In the raging fire, the remains and ghosts quickly turned into ashes and light smoke, including the two banshees, Greed and Baby, who were also slowly burned into ashes. No matter how much they struggled and screamed, no one took pity or attention to them.

The Holy Spirit sent each other, the demon made sacrifices, many heroes and martyrs, and died deservedly?

For just a moment, maintaining the flame, and in order for the flame to reach its maximum power, this used up almost all of Ling Lang's soul energy, making his jade-like face pale and pale, but Ling Lang felt that this would make the martyrs suffer less.

When the last wisp of green smoke was about to drift away, and the last wisp of ash drifted away, Ling Lang suddenly remembered a passage written by Mr. Jin: "The blazing holy fire burns my remnants." There is no joy in life, and there is no pain in death. For the sake of good and evil, but for the sake of light, joy and sorrow, all to dust. Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows......"