Jiang Chen looked at the flying long sword, and let out a cold snort.

Illusions, all illusions.

Laugh at!

Jiang Chen blasted out a wave of light with one palm, dispersing the flying phantom of the long sword.

Sure enough, it was an illusion.

The real long sword was still hanging above the head of the Chitian Dao people, and it was constantly getting bigger, and when it was used, the long sword was getting redder and wetter.

Many droplets of water appeared on it, completely the color of blood.

A few drops fell, falling on the carpet, scorching a fist-sized black hole that hissed and steamed.

Some fell on the vines and burned the vines to wither.

The ghost screams in the space became louder and louder, as if they were in Shura hell, and the guests couldn't stand the screaming and squatted down with their heads covered.

Tonight, their worldview has been fully stepped on.

What fortune, what dragon vein, what brought down the Jiang family?

Everything is.

Now, they just want to live.

At this moment, the pendant that Jiang Chen gave to Fang Ying began to play its role.

A light mask slowly wrapped Fang Ying inside, and Zhang Youwei next to him was also wrapped inside.

Pure and peaceful.

Jiang Chen had explained in advance and asked them to stay obediently.

Fang Ying was very obedient and did so.

Zhang Youwei was very rude, but in the face of this kind of scene, she was also frightened, and obediently stayed with Fang Ying.

Looking at other people, they are not so lucky.

The originally decent Fang family talker, now he is hiding under the table like a coward, holding the table legs and trembling.

Now his head was a mess and he couldn't think at all.

Only endless fear enveloped him.

What to do?

What should I do if I offend Jiang Chen?

What should I say to Jiang Chen after that?

Laugh at!

The air fluctuated, and another flying sword flew from the side.

It's still an illusion.

At the same time, more and more flying swords flew from all directions, and the speed became faster and faster.

Although it was an illusion, it became more and more powerful, and the vines were smashed to the ground.

Jiang Chen was not afraid of the flying sword in front of him, and the reason why he didn't do it now was because Jiang Chen's attention was all outside the house.

The red skeletons in the back mountain are changing.

It was late at night, and the cold air in the mountains was pervasive.

The red skeleton grew redder and more solid, like a demon reborn in the thick clouds.

The demon wind in the back mountain is everywhere, and the wind and snow are pervasive.

Suddenly.

A cyclone erupts from the red skull's mouth.

Then it turns faster and faster, and it turns directly into a tornado.

And then everything was different!!

A giant tornado swept down the mountain, sweeping all the way with a devastating momentum.

All the tall trees along the way were uprooted, and the rocks rolled down.

The rocks the size of bungalows were swept into tornadoes and crushed into powder.

Like a huge stone crusher, everywhere it went, there was a sound of cracking.

The flat mountain road was cut directly out of a trench two or three meters deep, and it spread from the top of the mountain along the trajectory of the tornado.

The wind around the tornado instantly reached level 17, which is already the level of a super typhoon.

Under the pull of the tornado, the northern suburbs of Yanjing City changed color, and more and more thick clouds gathered here.

The devil cried like a machine of destruction from hell, and the hard rock was completely destroyed, as if it had suffered a giant volcanic eruption and an earthquake, and the originally densely wooded mountain range was in ruins.

The red skeleton perched on the top of the hill slid straight down the trench and followed closely behind the tornado.

Invisible to the naked eye, gas is emerging from the surrounding cave and merging into the red skeleton.

Within minutes, the tornado had reached the wine estate at the bottom of the hill and rolled towards the white complex.

At the same time, Yanjing City.

In the middle of the night in the cold winter, the citizens who had been busy all day had already fallen asleep.

When the red skeleton exhaled the cyclone, some people suddenly woke up.

In a certain courtyard, a fat middle-aged man walked out in an overcoat, he looked at the sky in the north, and said to himself: "What a strong demonic spirit!"

Not far from the courtyard is a tall office building.

Late at night, several windows on the eighteenth floor were still on.

A handsome man stood by the window, looked north, and whispered, "It should be over the Great Wall!"

Next to him, a long-haired beauty with black-rimmed glasses was looking at it with a compass-like object in her hand.

After a few seconds, she whispered, "It should be the mountain behind the wine estate, the people of Tianlong said that there seems to be an evil spirit over there, and they are watching!"

At this time, a young man ran in with a serious face and whispered beside the two.

The two were obviously taken aback: "There are so many people there, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"They've already arrived!" replied the youth.

"Hurry up and prepare the car, call the three groups to assemble urgently, and set off in five minutes!" said the long-haired beauty.

......

Wine estate, Grand White House.

Jiang Chen's face became more and more excited.

Although the people of the Red Heaven Dao are not high, they know a lot of all kinds of evil and demon arts.

This thing actually summoned the evil spirits hidden in the back mountain through its own essence blood and longevity.

This evil spirit with the appearance of a red skeleton has definitely existed for many years, and the person who can refine the surrounding resentment into such a big evil spirit is absolutely extremely high.

With the cultivation of the Red Heaven Dao people, it is impossible to refine such a big evil spirit in the next life.

Well, there is only one possibility.

Chitian Dao people, there are definitely masters behind him, and he is definitely an agent like a white glove, working for others.

Thinking of that person, Jiang Chen's fist was faintly itchy.

If you can fight that person, you can completely release the fighting spirit in your heart.

Yanjing has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times.

Moreover, this is near the Great Wall, which has been a battlefield for thousands of years, and I don't know how many people have died, and the yin qi is very heavy.

It is an excellent choice to refine evil spirits with anger and unjust souls here.

Since most of the deaths here are the armies of the warring parties, the anger and murderous spirit are extremely heavy, and the evil spirits born here have the strongest combat effectiveness.

Obviously, there are masters behind the people of the Red Heaven Dao, who are well versed in this way.

For ordinary people, such a terrifying evil spirit should be a nightmare.

But for Jiang Chen, it's the exact opposite.

Evil spirits, in addition to their terrifying power and extremely heavy yin qi, are also a delicacy.

That's right, good food.

Of course, people can't eat it.

Jiang Chen stood in the hall, half-heartedly dodging the Phantom Flying Sword that shot at him, while secretly summoning the Purple Gold Qilin.

And at this moment, the purple gold unicorn was wandering in the mountains on the west side of Yanjing City.

Feeling the call of his master, he directly turned into a purple light and flew towards the north.

In the black thick clouds, a purple lightning streaked by, and a black and white Erha was running wildly.

If someone sees a scene in the sky, they will definitely be stunned.

Because this Erha, like a rocket, spewed purple flames from behind his buttocks, and then disappeared into the air.

It will appear again dozens of kilometers away.

Several spatial teleportations and jumps, and within a few seconds, the purple gold unicorn appeared directly above the Great White House.

Then a spatial teleportation appeared beside Jiang Chen.

(End of chapter)