Perhaps sensing the threat of the ebony sword in Yang Yifan's hand, the figure of the Yin Wind Phantom wandered away. Although he didn't hear any sound in his ears, Yang Yifan felt a terrible scream ringing in his head, as if a baby was crying, making him feel that his head had been stabbed hard with a needle.

And then... And then that's it. It's just that the first scream made Yang Yifan a little uncomfortable, and the phantom's next voice had no effect on Yang Yifan. Joke, Yang Yifan's own intelligence now plus the bonus of the ebony sword is already as much as 6 points, and his magic resistance is enough to imagine, which can be shaken by this phantom.

However, Cao Peng's trembling figure under the quilt stiffened, and the whole person collapsed softly. Yang Yifan's heart tightened, and he felt his breath, but fortunately, he was just stunned, and there was no big problem. If only I knew the Ghost Shield skill now, I would be able to increase my roommates' magic defense. Now I can only give each of them a cure to ensure their safety.

When the phantom attacks itself, the system still does not prompt you to complete the task. "Are you a ghost or not?

Yang Yifan became more and more painful for this task system, and he was obviously admitted to a key university, but the task of 'mother's expectations' could not be completed. Obviously, the ghost is by his side, and the task of finding the ghost cannot be completed. What the hell are you going to make trouble about?

Maybe it's because the cultivation level is too low to speak or transform into shape. Maybe it's the ghost that this phantom has turned into, and he doesn't bother to deal with Yang Yifan at all. "You can prove that you are a ghost, if you can't prove it, I will turn you into experience if you have no use value!"

I don't know if this Yin Wind Phantom understands what it means to turn into experience, but it can still feel the thick malice in Yang Yifan's words. The wind was blowing, and it seemed that something was brewing. The electric lights and table lamps in the bedroom are not controlled by man, they turn on and on, and then they keep flickering and off, which looks quite bluffing.

However, these were of no use to Yang Yifan, seeing that this Yin Wind Phantom really couldn't help him complete the task, Yang Yifan raised his left hand, and threw a poison spell towards the phantom. However, what shocked Yang Yifan was that his poison technique did not fall on the phantom's body at all, and it could not cause any damage to it at all.

What's going on?!

Yang Yifan's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was incredulous. It was the first time he had encountered a situation where he couldn't use poison spells, you must know that the black tiger was so powerful at the beginning, and he was tormented by his poison spells. This little ghost is actually immune to poison magic?

Or is it because it has no substance? Yang Yifan guessed, but he still felt that he should have ignored something, and the reason would not be so simple. If this is the case, then the limitations of the poison technique are too great, and it is not worthy of the reputation of the first divine skill of the Taoist priest at all.

Perhaps it was his own attack that angered the Yin Wind Phantom, and the Phantom let out a sharp roar again, and the entire group of Phantoms rushed towards Yang Yifan. Yang Yifan was not flustered, even if he didn't have the poison technique, even if he only relied on the power of qi and blood that his body was several times stronger than that of ordinary people and the pure yang qi of a boy, it was not something that a mere immortal could help it. What's more, he is not bare-handed, and now he still has the ebony sword in his hand.

The right hand stabbed hard at the rushing phantom, bringing a blood-red glow. With Yang Yifan's waving, that light actually emitted a bloody aura. With Yang Yifan's sensitive sense of smell, he suddenly found that this was the taste of his blood!

The light emitted by his own blood seemed to stimulate the phantom, and its body swelled suddenly, from the size of an ordinary man's arm to the size of an adult man. The speed of pounce on Yang Yifan became faster, and at the same time, it conveyed a longing for his blood.

Can it still be transformed?

Yang Yifan withdrew the ebony sword that he was about to stab at the phantom, took a few steps back quickly, avoiding the pounced phantom, and then looked at it expectantly. "Can you make a grimace for me? Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

The phantom was distorted for a while, and it seemed to be completely enraged by Yang Yifan's words, and the entire Yin Wind body exploded silently, turning into countless tiny wind patterns and wrapping towards Yang Yifan. This time Yang Yifan was confused, his eyes were full of black wind patterns, and he didn't know where to slash with the ebony sword in his hand.

Yang Yifan wailed, I don't take you to play like this! There is no entity in my mouth, I can't throw poison on my body, and I can't cut it with an ebony sword, what should I do now?

When Yang Yifan retreated again and again, he didn't realize that the ebony sword he was holding in his hand was even more bloody. Just when he had his back against the wall and couldn't retreat, he was about to grit his teeth and fight. The Yin Wind Phantom also quickly wrapped over, and then I saw a layer of bright blood light erupt from the ebony sword, hitting the phantom with a heavy blow!

With a muffled bang, the phantom wrapped around Yang Yifan's body was once again blown into countless tiny wind patterns, but this time it was not as dark as before, but a little dim. It took a few minutes for those wind patterns to merge into the previous Yin Wind Phantom again, only this time the phantom was a little dim and ethereal, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

This is the ebony sword's exorcism attribute that automatically counterattacks!

Yang Yifan secretly said in his heart that he was lucky, he still underestimated the ghosts in this world, and there were no vain people under his fame. So many ghost movies are really in vain, how can the ghosts be so easy to get along with.

For a while, one person and one ghost fell into a stalemate, and Yang Yifan's attack had no effect on this ghost. Although the ebony sword can only passively protect itself, coupled with its super high magic resistance, this ghost can't hurt himself at all.

After only a stalemate of less than a minute, the ghost actually abandoned Yang Yifan and pounced on Cao Peng on the bed!

"Not good!" Yang Yifan was shocked, he was still too confident, Cao Peng was in danger.

At the same time, Yang Yifan burst out of his fastest speed and also rushed towards Cao Peng, wanting to rescue him. But his speed has been promoted by the yellow level, and he has become only a little agile, where can he compare to the powerful ghost who can ignore the laws of physics and air resistance. It was only a short distance of three meters that decided the fate of Cao Peng's death.

Just when Yang Yifan didn't have time to rescue and regretted it, a sudden change occurred.