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The mountains were quiet, and occasionally there were a few wolf howls. A hazy mist rose from the mountain stream, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and a miserable white light fell faintly through the thin clouds.

In the backyard of the temple, the goddess was digging something in a deep well with a black hole with a shovel. Not long after, the goddess returned to the temple with a black jar.

The jar was about the same size as the jar for wine, and was covered with a layer of reddish-black blood mud, and a quaint yellow talisman was affixed to the seal.

Uncovering the yellow talisman, a burst of black qi rose out, as if gathering the yin qi of the entire mountain, and the temperature in the temple instantly dropped by several degrees.

The goddess looked full of fascination, caressed the altar lovingly, and murmured, "Bao'er, come out!"

A cold and biting wind blew out of the jar, and a little imp quietly poked its head out, and then stretched out its slender arm on the mouth of the jar, squeezing out its whole body.

This turned out to be a baby ghost!

The baby ghost is the same size as the newborn baby, but the skin is bruised, the seven orifices are bleeding black blood, even the eyes are gouged out, the expression is extremely hideous, and a big mouth is cracked to the root of the ear, revealing the dense fangs in it.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably faint in horror.

The goddess cut her wrist and put half a bowl of blood, and the infant ghost had already been impatient to pounce on it and devour it.

The goddess's face was pale and no different from a ghost, her mouth let out a rude laugh, stroked the head of the baby ghost, and said gloomily: "Bao'er, go and kill that Fang kid......

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the half bowl of blood was devoured, and the baby ghost disappeared.

In the Fang family's old house, the dense shadows of the trees sprinkled a patch on the bed through the window.

Fang Haoran sat cross-legged, holding the magic formula in his hand, doing a meditation shape.

At this moment, an inexplicable wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, blowing the leaves and window paper with a whirring sound.

Fang Haoran's eyes suddenly opened, and when he looked out, an incomparably thick yin qi swept madly, and there were countless blood qi and ghost resentment in it.

"Such a powerful ghost thing, it can exude such a powerful resentment, and I don't know how many people have been harmed!"

Fang Haoran stood up, the light in his hand flashed, and there was already a black thing.

This thing is three feet three inches long, one inch and three minutes thick, and the whole body is black and rough, and it looks like a burning stick. As soon as the mana was slightly injected, there was a faint flash of lightning and light.

It is a whip made of lightning strikes and willow wood.

The ghost thing was menacing, obviously not good, Fang Haoran took out his most powerful weapon and came to the courtyard for the first time.

A black-red mist condensed under the old locust tree, revealing its true face, it was the infant ghost who had just come down from the temple!

"It turned out to be a baby ghost!" Fang Haoran was furious, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes and said: "Who the hell dares to sacrifice such an evil thing as a baby ghost, it's damned!"

When he followed the ninth uncle to learn the Tao, he also heard about the refining method of infant ghosts, refining a baby ghost first needs to find a pregnant woman who is about to give birth, kill it, and wait for the baby to suffocate alive in the womb and then take it out by caesarean section, and inject the resentment and blood qi of the mother when she died into the soul of the baby, so as to refine the infant ghost sacrifice.

Moreover, this is only a preliminary formation, if you need to cultivate the lethality of the baby ghost, you also need to constantly feed it with the flesh and soul of the baby, so after absorbing countless resentment and blood, it can be regarded as a real baby ghost.

The blood and resentment of the infant ghost in front of him were almost condensed, and at least it had devoured dozens or hundreds of babies before it could grow to this point.

Thinking of the tragic death of hundreds of innocent babies, Fang Haoran was furious, and the killing intent in his heart erupted like a tide.

The baby ghost's claws were like hooks, his mouth was full of fangs, and the black qi all over his body turned into a whip and swept towards Fang Haoran, wanting to entangle him.

These black gases are all blood and resentment absorbed by infants and ghosts, and they are great poisons to the soul, and ordinary people will have a serious illness if they inhale it, and even their souls will be eroded by resentment and become dementia after a while of more contact.

Fang Haoran's eyes were full of killing intent, not only did this infant ghost not know how many lives he had harmed during the sacrifice, but he also had no reason after the sacrifice was successful, he only had a simple killing instinct, it was definitely a scourge to keep it, I don't know how many more people would be killed!

He swung the whip in his hand and slammed it down.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Flashes of lightning flickered, and there was a crackling sound.

The long whip of black gas was ignited like a firecracker, and it exploded inch by inch.

The long black whip was shattered and turned into a gathering of the infant ghost again, but it was filled with electric light and burned intensely.

The whip made of lightning strikes willow wood naturally comes with the attributes of thunder and lightning. Thunder and lightning are the nemesis of ghosts, and although the thunder and lightning in the whip are not strong, they are enough to restrain this baby ghost.

"Ahh

The infant ghost was in great pain, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

These black qi were the bloody resentment qi he had absorbed in the past, and it could have been integrated into his body again even if it was scattered, but at this time, the scattered black qi was filled with a faint electric light, making it dare not integrate into his body.

Fang Haoran snorted coldly, unforgiving, bullying himself, waving the whip and constantly hitting the baby ghost.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Every time the whip fell, it could bring a burst of firecracker-like explosions, lightning and thunder, and pieces of black bloody resentment were scattered.

After a while, most of the blood and resentment on the baby ghost's body were reduced, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

"Roar—"

The infant ghost roared, his voice was full of horror and fear, but more of it was anger and killing intent, in the past, it had never been against it, and I don't know how many people's souls it devoured, but I didn't expect it to be damaged here.

The infant ghost, who had no reason and only the killing instinct left, raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible roar.

This roar did not have a substantial sound wave, but it almost woke up the entire people in Xining Town, and many people were as if they had a nightmare, their faces were pale with fright, and they were covered in cold sweat.

Fang Haoran, who was the closest, bore the brunt. The ghost's howl was like an invisible hammer, slamming his soul.

Fang Haoran's body stiffened suddenly, his head was blank, and the whip in his hand that was about to fall on the infant ghost also stopped suddenly, and he couldn't fall any longer.

"Jie Ji ......"

The baby ghost let out a miserable laugh from his mouth, this ghost roar is its killer weapon, once it relied on the ghost howl to help the goddess defeat a chivalrous Taoist priest, and swallowed the soul of the Taoist priest.

The wind gusted, the ghosts cried wolves, and the black-red bloody resentment boiled like boiling water, enveloping the entire courtyard in it.

At this time, Fang Haoran was bound by seven or eight black qi whips, and his body couldn't move.

As soon as he struggled slightly, he felt that his head hurt like a pinprick, and it actually hurt his soul, and he didn't need the slightest mana.

"Jie Ji ......"

The gloomy face of the infant ghost came to Fang Haoran's face, and the mouth full of fine fangs flowed with scarlet mucus, and an unpleasant smell came to his face, making people almost want to gause.

The ring in Fang Haoran's hand turned slightly, and the idea of escaping into the bronze ring was held down by him. If he escaped now, the big and small jade in the house would be in danger, and it would be difficult to escape under the sharp claws of the infant ghost.

Fang Haoran thought of the face of the big and small Yu'er, how could he not let two girls who were so good to him be hurt. He gritted his teeth and secretly went to take out a talisman with purple lightning flashes on it.

This is the lightning strike talisman left to him by Uncle Jiu, the hole card to save his life. But if he uses it at this time, although he can blow up the baby ghost, he will also bear the brunt of it, and he will be dead.

"No matter how much it is, it's a big deal!"

Just as he was about to crush the lightning strike talisman, a strange howl like a wolf and a dog suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

A white shadow sprang out of Yu'er's room and pounced on the infant ghost.

"Fox Xiaobai!"

Fang Haoran was slightly startled, he was not the opponent of this infant ghost, even if Xiao Bai was a demon beast, what was the use of a demon beast in infancy? He hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Bai, go back!"

But something happened that left him dumbfounded.

As if he had seen something terrible, the infant ghost let out a frightened scream, and turned and fled.

However, the fox Xiaobai had expected it, and opened his mouth to spit out a white light, intercepting the baby ghost.

The fox opened his mouth and sucked, and the white light covered the baby ghost and dragged it into his mouth.

"Ahh

The fox Xiaobai devoured the baby ghost, touched his round belly, burped, and showed an expression of extreme satisfaction and enjoyment.

Fang Haoran was dumbfounded.