However, all of this was caused by this skin-painting ghost in front of him! How could he not hate! How could he not complain! Feng Lan stepped forward with an arrow and shouted: "Damn, I will kill you to avenge Ruoshui!"

At this moment, the hand of the Painted Skin Ghost clenched into a fist, his eyes changed, and he smashed it Fenglan's heart.

Feng Lan's pupils converged into one point, turned over and swung his long sword, stabbing at the body of the Painted Skin Ghost in a deadly form! No matter how fast Feng Lan's stumbling body was, it was no faster than the Painted Skin Ghost's fist, only to see a fluttering blow trip him to the ground, and Feng Lan fell to the ground in response.

"Poof!"

"Click!"

And the long sword seemed to be imprisoned by a force, and suddenly turned into pieces! Feng Lan spat out a mouthful of blood, and the painted skin ghost turned slightly to the side, dodging the red liquid that Feng Lan spewed out, and stood up with a cold look in his eyes.

"Waste! Today is your death! You want to kill me like this?" The painted skin ghost looked at the face of Chao Yanyan indifferently, looked indifferently at the wind spitting blood on the ground, and smiled deeply.

"I will never let you leave this formation!" Fenglan covered his chest, intending to fight his last strength to win a little life for the others.

"Fenglan, hide!"

"Don't ......," Mu Lan on the side shouted anxiously.

"Don't be ashamed, go die!" Just as the painted skin ghost condensed the final blow, I saw a tragic smile on the white jade face of the flower glasses not far away.

"Flower Festival!" I saw the glasses gently spit out two words, and the left hand changed a wonderful posture towards the sky, and I knelt on both knees.

"I am willing to use the power of cultivation to kill this resentful spirit, mirror!" The glasses smiled lightly, and the ink clouds under the eyes were covered layer by layer, black as the deep alleys of the dark night.

In front of Qingge's eyes was a white fire, which was obviously a fire, but the flower mirror was stunned to see its form, and only swallowed the fireworks from time to time.

I saw a gloomy and cold fire appear out of thin air! This fire was extremely beautiful, the edges were white and almost transparent, the heart of the fire was as pale as bone, giving people a cold feeling, and the flower mirror image was bewitched, stretching out its hands to the heart of the fire.

It was biting cold, cold, extremely cold, the upper and lower jaws of the glasses trembled, and every bone creak in the body was so cold that it clicked.

Hanagashi gritted her teeth and insisted, digging her hands deeper into it, and in an instant, flames seemed to erupt, jumping and wrapping around Hanako's entire body.

At this moment, the aura of the flower glasses changed, and he actually restored his cultivation before the formation seal.

"It turns out that you are a flower demon! Exchange your vitality for a moment of cultivation for recovery, do you think you can beat me? Your cultivation is suppressed by the formation and can't exert all your strength at all!" The Painted Skin Ghost looked at the self-stained glasses of flames, and a flash of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that there was actually a hundred-year-old flower demon among these people, thanks to the formation to block all power, but now this little flower demon should use his own vitality to obtain a short period of cultivation recovery.

"If my guess is correct, you are the birth of this formation! The flower mirror opened his mouth faintly, with a serious expression.

"It's a pity you don't have this chance!" Even if this flower demon knew where the Shengmen was, what was the use, she couldn't beat herself at all, and the painted skin ghost smiled coldly.

Hua Jing's figure was like light, and she quickly clashed with it, and her jade-like white and tender hands were suspended with a white flame that was constantly shaking with a slight cold light, and whenever she attacked the Paintskinner, the Paintskin's body would be burned by the soul fire.

She also had to endure the burning power of the soul fire!

It is equivalent to losing 1,000 enemies and 800 self-inflicted!

I saw the painted skin ghost tear off the skin of Chao Yanyan and transform into the main body, which was a black mist, full of resentment, black as sticky as ink, exuding a thick fishy smell, and the smell was very unpleasant.

And Chao Yanyan's dough was thrown on the ground, very thin and exquisite, like a work of art, delicate and flawless, even peeling can be so beautiful, but at this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on the body of the flower glass.

It turned out that the flower mirror was a flower demon, and Mu Lan had a little more hope in his eyes, but he didn't expect it, if the flower mirror failed, they would all die here, after all, she was just a mortal!

And Feng Lan, who was vomiting blood on the ground, had a hint of brilliance in his eyes, staring into the distance regardless of his injuries.

You have to win!

This is everyone's hope!, and all the lanterns around him turned into a trace of black gas in an instant, pouring into the body of the painter.

The Painted Skin Ghost smiled hideously, and a voice full of countless resentments came from the black mist: "Do you think you can fight me in this way?"

Not good!

All the lanterns are doppelgangers of the Painted Skin Ghost, or a trace of resentment!

Hua Jing suddenly shouted, and as she shouted, she was also knocked out like a sword at the same time!

I saw that the painted skin ghost waved his hand, and a large amount of black gas directly hit the body of the mirror from all directions, and some of it was swallowed by the flames on the body of the mirror, but there was too much black gas, and it seemed to be endless.

And she can only desperately mobilize the power in her body to fight!" Give it up!"

"I will never give up!" I saw the flower skin ghost smile coldly, and I saw a wave of resentment constantly surging from the flower glass.

Driven by this resentment, and by this time her strength had almost been consumed, and the flames began to fade little by little.

"Ahem cough ......" was stained with blood and sweat, and the glasses lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the mouth was already bitten with blood, and a smell of blood continued in the mouth.

Damn it!

Unexpectedly, she had already been planted with resentment by the Painted Skin Ghost, and she had just been tricked because of it! At this moment, the soul fire around her was dying at the speed of the naked eye, and she knew that the time had come!

"Die! Eternal sleep is your best relief!"

"Youyi, take them away! With her last bit of strength, Huajing roared with blood and tears on her face, and her voice was a little more poignant!

"Don't. Mullan screamed hoarsely and tried to run over to stop it.

But it's over, and when the mirror said that, the skin ghost had already begun to move! I saw the skin ghost smile hideously, and a trace of black gas turned into an arm that grabbed the neck of the mirror tightly and twisted!

Then, the glasses closed their eyes!

Then he fell like a rag in a pool of blood!

Youyi pulled Mu Lan, who was full of tears in his left hand, and with the wind covered in blood on his back, he began to run away desperately.

"Do you think you ran away?" There was a hint of mockery on the dark face of the painted skin ghost, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry when he looked at the back of the departing ghost.

Because everything is under his control! The woodland was full of fallen leaves, and there was a "click" and "click" sound in the silent dense forest, and he deliberately slowed his pace so as not to be caught up by the painter.

He didn't know how long he had been running, until he reached the depths of the dense forest, and Youyi saw the scene in front of him clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes stared at the strange figure in front of the stone temple.

It turns out that no matter how far he runs, he will come back here!

"Now that you're back, let's die! As long as you're all dead, I'll go out and escape from this place...... Hahaha...... My wish has finally come true!" The Paintskin Ghost smiled feverishly, let out a loud cry, and waved his hands.

"It's really dead now. ”

"Don't worry, I'll let you die happily, and it's not in vain that we get along!"

Seeing that the gesture of the painted skin ghost had been changing, he breathed for a moment, absorbing the resentment on the red lantern, and the power of resentment quickly rotated and poured into his body, and the momentum around him continued to rise!

And at this moment, Fenglan, Youyi, and Mu Lan's bodies began to emit a thick mist, and those mist gradually turned into ghosts and ghosts, and they ran wildly in their bodies.

"Ahh It turned out that the fog at the beginning was not fog at all, but the resentment released by the painting ghost, and those resentments were the residual resentment of the deceased, which was very cold.

Feng Lan's hands were clenched extremely tightly, his joints turned white, and he was trying to fight against the spread of black qi.

They felt a strong coercion pressing down on them, and every step seemed like a threat of death.

Finally, Fenglan's entire body was swallowed by darkness, and he fell to the ground with a thud!

And Mu Lan then closed his eyes!, you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie