When he was hit to the ground by that heavy force, Roman Dan felt that his body had turned into a cloth bag, which made people shake it fiercely, and the bones and internal organs suddenly churned in his body.

But when he gasped and got up again, he didn't feel any pain at all.

The anger burned his nerves and numbed all physical pain—it wasn't the first time he had felt such a tingling rage.

The fallen spirit of the Lansai family is a deer bone horse that is four or five feet high, and it is silent and resolute by nature. He couldn't forget that four years ago, after choosing his eldest son, who was not very qualified, as the inheritor, he lifted the sword out of the sheath straight from his brother's side—that day, he also stood up on the ground, and looked at the falling spirit in front of him without blinking.

It wasn't the same one as tonight, but it wasn't the same thing for him.

Roman licked his teeth and spat the blood on his handkerchief, his expression still unwavering, only the temples and cheeks faintly danced with green tendons.

The strange falling spirit like a black giant leopard was lying on the ground at this time, as if it had lost its strength for a moment, and with the swing of its tail, the ends were scattered in the air like clouds.

The moment it was summoned, everyone thought it was the Metsoko family spirit that had finally come out. It wasn't until it pounced on Romandan from behind and knocked the spirit weapon away that the spirit envoys suddenly reacted with a sudden realization - no one expected that there was a ninth falling spirit in this hall.

But when they finally reacted, it was too late: after such a delay, the spirit weapon was knocked out far away, and what was almost in the palm of Romandan's hand was returned to Aida Mesoko at this time.

The thought of the distance between him and the territory under his feet that had been only five digits away—that solid anger, slowly climbed up the backbone of Romandan.

At this time, the culprit who caused all this was blocked by the black falling spirit, with one hand on the falling spirit, and the other hand holding a thin girl, but his face was not clear. Shati Shae's huge ring enveloped the two and the Fallen Spirit, and the light melted their bodies into a vast white.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the fallen spirit of the Mesoko family is not to be worried. ”

Calming down, he glanced at the lords beside him, and said in a deep voice: "It has already switched hosts twice tonight, and even if they are close by blood, they are still not greatly weakened. ”

As for the other one, anyone could tell that it was already overdrawn, weak and tired.

"After making trouble for a long time, it turned out that this child also had a falling spirit. Alawit chuckled, a whisker on her pointed chin. If it weren't for his clothes and the big mouth of knives and forks floating around him, he would have looked like a commoner in a small town: "I didn't expect His Majesty the Pope to let us do it, let's just do it while sitting in the house." ”

"What are you going to do?" said young Shati Shea, shrugging her shoulders, "You can rest assured that those who are shrouded in my fallen spirit will never escape. ”

This sentence is the truth that the Shae family has verified from every battle over the millennium. The ring floated in mid-air, a long gap above the ground, and it looked as if it could be drilled out with a bend down. But no matter how hard Lin Yuqing tried, even the green tendons on his forehead were choked, and he couldn't cross the ring - all the attempts were hit back by the hard and solid white light, as if it was not light, but a white wall.

"What should I do?" Ida had already untied her hands and took out the cotton balls. She whispered in his ear, with a thick nasal voice in her voice: "Romandan is right, my family's falling spirit has not yet rested on me, it should be too weak......"

Lin Yuqing glanced at Nagarjuna.

Just maintaining the size of a giant leopard is enough for Nagarjuna. It lay on the ground, its silver eyes fixed on the ring in front of it, a faint roar rolling out of its throat like thunder, and despite its exhaustion, its body tensed as it tried to intimidate the ring and the fallen spirits behind it.

Nagarjuna had only been in this world for a short time, and for it, all the fallen spirits outside of it were still preyed upon or preyed upon - and now, of course, it could only be the prey.

"What else can be done," Aaveit rubbed his hands, "we should kill the boy and his fallen spirit according to the Pope's order." ”

Ida was blocked by Lin Yuqing, and when she heard this, she took a cool breath, and her face was almost colorless, only a pair of eyes were still blood-red. She lowered her head, clutched the spirit weapon tightly, suddenly put her fingers into the spirit stone trough, picked off the spirit stones one by one, and said in a subtle voice that others couldn't hear: "What's the use of you asking for this? Anyway, you will only pretend to be dead......

Xia Ti's finger clicked thoughtfully on his chin a few times, and he turned his head and smiled: "Then I have to ask you to help me do it." As soon as my Fallen Spirit attacks, all the creatures in the ring will suffer...... It's fine if the boy is dead, but if I hurt Lord Romandan's fallen spirit, I don't know where to catch one and pay him for it. ”

Roman Dan glanced at her, unresponsive to the joke. He even felt that "Lord Romandan's Falling Spirit" sounded a bit ironic.

As soon as the lords finished speaking, the six-legged lizard, which was longer than an adult, had slowly crawled towards the ring, and as it moved, its slippery skin glowing with spots in the firelight. The pale arm at Haber's side shrank into the crack and disappeared in an instant, and when it tore through the air again, it hung down from the ring—this time, the arm was more extended, and a shoulder of flesh and bone could be faintly seen.

The ring in front of him slowly lifted up, gradually revealing the group of fallen spirits standing in front of him. Seeing that he couldn't drag it out any longer, Lin Yuqing gritted his teeth and helped Nagarjuna to stand up reluctantly.

He lowered his head and whispered something to it, then shouted at the outside of the ring, "Romandan!"

Romandan stood straight not far away, his hands folded, his long sword against the ground.

"Don't you just want to fall into the spirit?" I don't know if it's because of the light of the ring, or because the boy's face is so white that even his lips are bloodless: "You let Ida go! Don't hurt my falling spirit, I-I-I'll give you Nagarjuna." ”

Nagarjuna stood up suddenly, and when he turned his head, a pair of big silver eyes reflected the small figure of Lin Yuqing.

He approached Nagarjuna, felt its rich fur fluttering, and scratched his nose: "You listen to me, change to him, although he will be weak for a while, but at least he will not kill you." ”

When he was the only one left, it was easier.

"Your brain isn't slow. Romandan raised an eyebrow, showing a rare hint of mockery - this look was fleeting, he didn't continue, and looked back at the lords around him: "I think you can do it." ”

"Wait, why don't you agree?" Lin Yuqing was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "Aren't they all the same falling spirits?"

"Don't bother with it. ”

A weak and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind him, startling the young man for a moment and twisting his head busily.

Behind him, Ada let out a long breath - a white image slowly spread out of the artifact like a cloud of smoke, forming all the way down her arm, and finally gradually condensed into a snow-white, fox-like falling spirit, and a mentally ill face hung limply from the top of her head.

Even if a strong enemy was around, Lin Yuqing couldn't help but be stupid for a moment.

The family coat of arms of the Messoko family stood in the distance of the hall, hideously majestic in the dimness. However, its main body, the falling spirit of the Messoko family, at this time, a pair of eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if they were drunk, and their pointed mouths were stuffed with something, holding up two round bags. With this bag in his mouth, the white fox said vaguely: "Your fallen spirit is not like me with a piece of territory. ”

Not only does it have no deterrent appearance, but it also has a sharp voice and lacks confidence, sounding like a sick old woman.

"It's you!" Lin Yuqing stammered, "It's you—you snatched my cat leaf—"

"Get out of the way!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Nagarjuna suddenly let out a low cry and shook his head, knocking the boy to the side. As soon as he was knocked out, a white palm clung to his heel and cracked the ground—the palm of the hand shrunk back from the crack in the air as soon as it blocked the tail of the dragon tree in the flying shards of animal skin and cracked stones.

Lin Yuqing had just sat up from the ground when he saw a knife rushing towards his head and falling straight down. He hurriedly rolled on the ground, but the tip of the fork had grazed his back, and a wound had been opened.

He didn't have time to exhale the pain, only to hear the white fox suddenly cry out inarticulately: "Go behind me!"

Lin Yuqing looked up and exchanged glances with Nagarjuna, and then it turned into a black stream, and in an instant it pounced on the boy, hanging on his shoulder like a cat as he rushed close to the white fox.

"What are you going to do? what am I going to do?" Ida asked urgently—but before the white fox could reply, the six fallen spirits in front of her had already attacked one after another.

The white fox smacked its lips, and its cheeks puffed out like an old lady, and then it suddenly opened its mouth, and a green mist was sprayed straight out. The hall was covered with a layer of light emerald, and a sweet air was lightly diffused, fluttering and wisps, and the mist suddenly blew wet a few of the nearest falling spirits, interrupting their attack.

"Is this what you're capable of?" Ida was stunned. The next Fallen Emissary of the Mesoko family has been Mia since she was six years old, so her father never told her about the family's ability to fall spirits.

"I don't have much power right now. The white fox said as he lay on top of her, his cheeks deflated. Vaguely, Lin Yuqing and Ida seemed to hear it complain: "It's really a good thing to spoil me." ”

The fallen spirits were suddenly covered with a layer of green mist, and they retreated one after another, but they found that they were not in pain or itching, and their movements were not sluggish. When he was about to rush up again, he heard Romandan shouting "Be careful!" from behind him—the lords were startled, and were about to order the falling spirit to retreat, when the white fox had already spewed out a second green mist.

This time, the green mist was thicker and thicker, spreading all over the horizon.

"It's wasted, it's wasted," it sucked a few times as its cheeks were completely empty, "if you roll up the paper and smoke it with fire, the taste will be strong...... Eh...... It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The two children were stunned, not understanding what it was talking about. The fallen spirits in front of them moved for a while, and found that they had nothing to do, and then they no longer had the slightest taboo about the green mist, and in the blink of an eye, they had already pounced again. The six-legged lizard opened its long mouth suddenly, and the labyrinth-like pattern inside the mouth was clearly imprinted in the field of vision—

At that moment, it suddenly moved, and then let out a loud sneeze.

The two of them were caught off guard, and they were sprayed by the lizard's saliva on their heads and faces, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back, but the steps were smooth and unhindered, as if there was no half of the ring around them—Lin Yuqing hurriedly turned around, and found that the huge ring above his head was also splashed with green spots.

In his gaze, the ring trembled twice, as if it had been tickled, and slammed into the ground with a "thud", and the light dimmed.

"This ...... What is this?"

Lin Yuqing and Ida turned their eyes and found that the green mist was almost contagious, copying the white fox's squishy and distracted gaze to the bodies of the seven fallen spirits in the hall in exactly the same way. For a while, the fallen spirits in the hall staggered, as if they couldn't help themselves-the lords hadn't reacted yet, they were still calling for orders, only Romandan whispered something, drew the sword at his waist, and the cold light immediately rippled out of the scabbard.

"You're not leaving?" said the white fox, a tear streaming from the corner of his eye. "My approach doesn't work for people. ”

The two children woke up from a dream, each hugged their falling spirits, turned around and fled.

As soon as he rushed out of the hall, the night wind hit his hot face, and it seemed that the blood in his body was also cooled a little. The sound of footsteps behind them and the sound of swords unsheathed had already caught up one after another, and the two did not dare to turn back, and rushed down the stairs in two or three steps.

"Stop them!" shouted from behind him.

At the foot of the long steps, the lord's attendants and servants were waiting for their master in groups, torches in their hands dappling the night. Suddenly, seeing the two children being chased down, someone had already reacted and rushed towards them shouting: "Eh, stop!"

The dragon tree roared and rose into the wind, leaping high into the night sky, bowing its head, and roaring at the attendants, so startled that they nearly fell to the ground. The horses neighed and jumped, and almost escaped, but the attendants scrambled out of the way to avoid the horses' hooves.

Taking advantage of this gap, the two children ran out with their lives. As soon as Nagarjuna closed his body, several shadows moved very quickly, and before the guards behind him rushed down the steps, they disappeared into the darkness of Mesoko Manor before they had time to light up—

"Seal all entrances and exits, and no one shall leave the manor!" Romandan stood on the steps, grabbed the collar of one of the guards, and every word carried a heavy weight, as if to be nailed into his bones: "—Go and search for me!"