"Boy, you are bad for me, I can't spare you!"

The old man in Tang costume looked at Ning Xiu coldly, and reached out to take out a quaint bell from his body.

Jingle bell, jingle bell~

At the same time as the heart-wrenching voice sounded, a gust of wind suddenly hung in the room. At this moment, Ning Xiu only felt that the cold wind was in his bones, as if the blood in his whole body was about to freeze.

Judging from the fact that the old man in Tang costume needed to be at such a close distance to control the resentful spirit, his cultivation was not very good. Ning Xiu could feel it, and the other party was just practicing Qi Xiaocheng.

Moreover, the old man in Tang costume was full of mixed breath, far less pure than Ning Xiu.

Even if the two belong to the same realm, there will be differences in combat effectiveness.

All this was expected by him, he quietly looked at the old man in Tang costume, and when he raised his hand, there were already three more talismans in his hand.

"Die!"

The old man in Tang costume shook the bell in his hand suddenly, and the rich ghostly aura gathered in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a cloud of black mist.

As he shook his hand, the black mist immediately rushed towards Ning Xiu.

This black mist kept changing shapes in the air, and many hideous and painful faces could be faintly seen in it, and a terrible scream rang out, like a devil from the Nine Shadows.

"Help!"

The seven floors of the Regent Hotel, the entire floor is covered by an old man in Tang costume, and it is said that there will be no talent.

A waiter at the hotel happened to want to come up and clean up and witnessed all this.

Where has she seen this kind of formation as an ordinary person, her face instantly turned pale, and the whole person fell to the ground in fright, and the yellow and turbid liquid flowed down the legs of her pants to the ground.

......

The old man in Tang costume is named Wu Siyuan, a very fairy name, and he also looks quite like a fairy wind and bones. And it is precisely by virtue of this innate advantage that he has been a charlatan for a long time and has never missed.

Later, by chance, he strayed into the Xuanguang Illusion Realm, which allowed him to learn some skills to control ghosts, and as a result, he turned out to be a "master".

In addition to manipulating ordinary resentful spirits, this black mist is his killer weapon right now.

This black fog, also known as the ghost fog.

Refining this ghost mist requires a large amount of yin qi and resentment. For this reason, Wu Siyuan did not hesitate to stay in the deep mountain cemetery all the year round, and it took two years to refine into such a small group.

As long as ordinary people touch this cloud of ghost mist, their will will be instantly crushed by the heavy resentment in it, and they fall into a coma.

Therefore, Wu Siyuan is very confident in himself.

Looking at the menacing ghost fog, Ning Xiu didn't dare to take it lightly.

I saw that he was holding the Dao Jue in his left hand, and the rune paper in his right hand was moved without wind under the urging of the aura.

"Broken!"

Ning Xiu let out a loud shout, and the talisman in his hand burst out of the air.

The rune paper spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turning into a fireball the size of a basketball, and crashing head-on towards the ghost mist!

Rumble!

The blazing fireball burst open.

The temperature of the whole room seemed to return to normal again in an instant.

Under the light of the fire, Wu Siyuan's face became more and more hideous, and he smiled fiercely: "Do you think you can deal with this evil ghost fog in this way?"

Before the words fell, a black mist broke through the fire and continued to rush towards Ning Xiu.

The fire dissipated, and the room was once again enveloped in an eerie atmosphere.

And Ning Xiu just looked at all this, and silently took out a talisman again.

......

The fire was lit and extinguished.

Light and darkness are intertwined, fighting, just like the world we are attached to and helpless.

Fortunately, light triumphed over darkness.

Although it is not as good as the restraint of the thunder talisman on the yin and evil spirits, the fire with masculine righteousness also has a great effect. Although Wu Siyuan's ghost mist was powerful, it couldn't withstand Ning Xiu's constant bombardment with fireballs.

At this time, the superiority of the rune is reflected, after all, the rune has been made a long time ago, and it almost does not consume spiritual energy to drive. If it was a Dao technique, Ning Xiu was afraid that he would have already exhausted his strength at this time, and then he would be engulfed by that ghost mist.

"Ahh

Wu Siyuan screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground, and the bell in his hand, which was full of cracks, fell to the ground and shattered.

"This, how can this be ......"

Wu Siyuan looked at the gray ghost mist in a daze, his face was full of disbelief, and he didn't even notice that his beard was scorched yellow by the fire.

Laugh at~

The fire lit up again, illuminating the room.

Wu Siyuan raised his head, he was extremely arrogant before.

Looking at Ning Xiu again, his eyes completely changed, and there was only deep fear in it, like a rabbit seeing a tiger. When he saw that there was another talisman in Ning Xiu's hand at some point, Wu Siyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't care about anything else, and the whole person knelt down directly at Ning Xiu.

Knock knock!

"Daoyou spare your life, Daoyou spare your life!"

"I was blinded by lard for a while, so I will attack Su Lie, please let me go for the sake of not easy cultivation!"

Wu Siyuan is a lot older, but it is very natural to kowtow at this moment. He obviously thought that the reason why Ning Xiu came to him was to avenge Su Lie.

Therefore, I told the whole thing in one go.

It turned out to be Su Lie's grandson, that is, Su Zhenzhen's brother who was looking for him.

Although Wu Siyuan has some skills in controlling ghosts, he is only a mortal after all, and he will die one day. For a cultivator of his level, money is still extremely tempting.

“...... I swear, everything I say is true. ”

Wu Siyuan actually recorded the entire process of trading with Su Tianhua in a strange way, and I have to say that as a cultivator, it is really low enough.

Looking at the video he provided, Ning Xiu was really a little crying and laughing.

He silently put away the tape, and then continued to look at Wu Siyuan, without the slightest intention of putting away the talisman in his hand.

Feeling the gradually rising temperature around him, Wu Siyuan's face turned pale, and he finally understood that the other party was not for Su Lie at all, thinking about it, how could people in cultivation care about the life and death of mortals.

His expression kept changing, and he seemed to be struggling, and finally seemed to be connected, raised his head, and shouted loudly: "I know that a fairy illusion will be opened in the near future, as long as you spare my life, I will tell you how to enter." ”

"I think that Daoyou is also a fellow Taoist, so I don't think I don't know the preciousness of the Immortal Fantasy Realm. ”

As soon as Wu Siyuan's words fell, Ning Xiu really stopped.

Seeing this scene, Wu Siyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, since Ning Xiu was not here for Su Lie, then there was no irreconcilable contradiction between him and Ning Xiu.

And in fact, if you leave Su Lie aside, he hasn't offended Ning Xiu at all. On the contrary, Ning Xiu not only ruined his business, but also directly came to the door and damaged his magic weapon.