"What the hell!"

With a miserable scream, the scholar's hands waved out four thick black ropes, and his body flew backwards like a stone that had been broken out by the bowstring, spanning three hundred zhang in an instant. No one would have believed that he could make such a high-pitched voice and make such a gesture of fear without hearing it with his own ears and seeing it with his own eyes.

What is a ghost to a monk?

At best, the resources or helpers that can be used in the so-called cultivation are almost tools, medicinal herbs, and even food! Although there are few monks who refine ghosts and melt souls to strengthen themselves, they are by no means none; for them, ghosts are not like food in the mouths of demon beasts, which can be slaughtered and tasted by others?

Therefore, when a monk calls out "Devil", it usually does not mean fear, but rather surprises and gains, especially

The scholar is a member of the Void Spirit Gate, and he is a master.

The Void Spirit Gate is different from ordinary monks, and what makes them special is that they have a very high opinion of themselves, or rather goals.

Demons have demon souls, and spirits have void spirits!

Comparing a sect with a clan, and even the Shining Clan, who are also good at controlling ghosts, is not in their eyes, which shows how high the Void Spirit Sect monks think of themselves;

When He Wenliu entered the Taoist Academy, the reason why he was repeatedly frustrated at the beginning was not only his own flaws, but also related to the fact that several major teachings of the Taoist Academy did not like ghost Taoism, so that He Wenliu deliberately avoided being the best at exercises. If this were not the case, when the forbidden building stepped on the steps, Thirteen Lang might not be able to defeat him.

All in all, it is impossible for the Void Spirit Sect monk to be afraid of ghosts, and the more ferocious he is when he encounters ghosts, the more he likes them. However, the scholar's face was distorted at this time, his eyes trembled, or he was a little desperate, and he was clearly frightened and scared to the extreme?

"What the hell!"

There was another miserable howl, and the scholar was sweating profusely, his face was pale and blue, and he fled for three or four hundred feet. His hands are intertwined, and he does not hesitate to use his strongest magical powers. The four black ropes didn't know if they were ghosts or magic weapons, and the whole body was full of dead silence and strong pressure, and there were bursts of roars to be heard. Even so, he still couldn't find any sense of security, and shouted again and again to retreat. I didn't even have time to turn around, and I didn't dare to make a U-turn.

What's going on?

The few people who were fighting on the battlefield were unaware, and the eyes of dozens of Narcissus disciples kept following the scholars, and they were also confused. Faintly, they seemed to be able to see a red shadow firmly attached to the scholar's eyes, so close that people thought it was a layer of red veil on his body, but the other way around. No matter where the scholar fled, no matter how fast he was, the red shadow would never give up, and the angle and position would not change at all.

It's too fast. The scholar is fast, the supernatural power is fast, the red shadow is twice as fast as him to be so easy, with such a speed and such a level, it is already good for the Narcissus disciples to see the shadow, where to tell whether it is a human or a ghost.

The most amazing thing is that the four black ropes, obviously looking at their incomparable power, the scholar seems to have great hopes for them, but the effect of the attack seems to be not very good. It's just that the mud cow has no reaction when it enters the sea, and there is not even a return ticket.

It's really like a ghost. The disciples thought so. They couldn't help but feel a little happy, they knew that the man was originally the ancestor of ghost hunting, and now he was scared like this by the ghost, and it was worth gloating.

At this time, the scholar who had been running suddenly stopped, and when he stopped, he attacked violently, accompanied by a long roar of triumph.

"Ghost King Order. Seal!"

The red flame flickered, and the dazzling light rose from its top door to the sky, and the surrounding five-colored streamers spun rapidly, turning into a huge token with a center like a star vortex. As soon as the token was sacrificed, a roar was heard within three hundred miles around. The voice was terrible and mournful, and then countless black shadows flew from all directions, including people, demons, insects, and birds.

There are ghosts in the world, and the ghost king order is the treasure of the Void Spirit Gate, which specifically bans all kinds of ghost kings. One only needs to look at the momentum of its performance to know that this creature has an innate ability to restrain ghosts, and does not even need to actively manipulate them.

"You forced me! You forced me to do this!"

No need to manipulate does not mean that there is no price, after the release of the Ghost King Order, the scholar's face instantly became old, his skin was wrinkled, his eyes were dim, and even his body seemed to be a little shorter. Needless to say, it was too difficult for him to use this treasure, and he would not do it unless he had to. This also proves another thing, the pressure on him from that red shadow is too great, and he is desperate.

Fortunately, the Ghost King Decree has been sacrificed, and the scholar has the confidence to shout resentfully: "Please move the royal decree in advance, you will let this seat lose a hundred years of yang life, and this seat will kill you?"

It's like a rooster crowing with its throat cut, or like a musician sneezing, and there's a huge mistone at the climax. The scholar zhanzhu, his words were also stuck in his mouth like a zhanzhu person, his two eyes were round, and the outstretched hand was frozen in the air and trembling, as if he had smoked chicken claws crazy.

"You, you, you, you, you're not a ghost?"

"Who said I was a ghost?"

Opposite the scholar stood a man who was almost naked, crawling all over his body with a dense network of fiery red bugs, and whose face was constantly wriggling, and it was strange that a man with such a terrifying face and body stood there with a quiet, almost lazy feeling. It's like an idler or a sage who drinks a few glasses after spring sleep, wakes up with a slight smoke, and wants to wake up and is reluctant to give up the interest in his dreams.

"It's not wrong to mistake me for a ghost, but it's not wrong to tell you what to do with this. ”

The man grabbed the ghost king token that had recovered his true appearance with one hand, looked at it like a toy, played with it, and praised it.

"This treasure is not bad, it just happened to have lost a lot recently, and it belongs to me. ”

His hands were clean, extremely white and crystal clear, and they looked unusually warm and safe, in stark contrast to the horror and strangeness of his body.

"Poof!"

The scholar opened his mouth to take a mouthful of blood and shouted bitterly: "Blood coagulation kills the way"

The roar was interrupted again, and a cloud of insects somehow flew out of the red figure's body, all of them rushed into the blood fountain spewed out by the scholar like gluttony, absorbing it in an instant.

"You're playing tricks, even the blood is so cold. ”

The red man sighed with emotion, raised his hand and lightly buckled it, and the fireworm that was full of blood roared, and burst in mid-air like a bigger blood mist, but it couldn't escape from the palm of the person's hand, and quickly turned into a small bead.

Blood-red beads. Shining like a gemstone, there was a group of insects on the red man's body, revealing jade-like skin, and countless red dots on it that seemed to be burning, but there was a layer of ice under the red dots.

What the hell is this?

"It's really troublesome to finally be able to move. ”

The red man said something inexplicable, and looked up at the old scholar whose confidence had been completely crushed. Smiled lazily slightly.

"I dare say, you must be a bad person. ”

The scholar didn't know how to answer.

"He Wenliu is actually not bad, you are his classmate, why don't you learn so well?"

The scholar was shocked, but still didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, I guess you're also an errand runner, so punish you. ”

The man said this, and his body shook like a layer of clothing, and then he put on a real set of clothes again. Revealing the face that was hidden by the insects.

It's an ordinary face, so ordinary that people don't believe it's his face. The reason is very strange, that face is obviously handsome to the point of being outrageous, but when you look at it carefully, it feels ordinary, as if you can see anyone on the street, and you can hardly leave an impression.

"Divine Breath! Fetal Breath! You Are Transformed"

The Void Monk was really knowledgeable, and he could see at a glance what that face meant, to be precise, what the impression that came from seeing that face was the meaning of the impression. His words were interrupted again, as it was as if he had been nailed from his hair to his toenails. From body to soul, he is imprisoned, and he can no longer move.

After the ban, a small punishment followed. The flame insects that the man had fallen off all pounced on the scholar's body, feasting on it.

"If my estimate is correct, your cultivation will be regressed by one order after this incident, and your lifespan will be reduced by three hundred years, and another hundred years will be required to make up for the essence lost due to a large amount of blood loss. ”

The "insect man" who changed into a white shirt still looked the same, and he couldn't lift much energy when he was lazy. But his eyes were sincere, not only carefully analyzing the losses suffered by the scholar, but also plotting a way out for him.

"If you don't participate directly, there won't be any more punishment, just practice diligently in the future. It is still possible to restore the cultivation and even go further. Well, the strength must be reduced a little, if there is any powerful enemy, you must be careful in the future. ”

The scholar just wanted to cry at the moment, and he didn't understand his words at all.

After saying this, the Yan Yan Worm that had sucked the blood of the Void Spirit Monk exploded one after another, and it was also pinched into a blood bead by him and put it in his pocket. At this time, looking at the scholar again, his expression was shriveled and his face was wrinkled like a ravine, and there was no trace of elegant demeanor. At this time, any Yuan Infant or even a stronger Jiedan Monk can defeat him, where is it so easy to "lower a little".

"That's it, we can't let them fight anymore. ”

After reorganizing, the young man in white turned around, looked at the stunned group of narcissus disciples, and shook his head gently. For no apparent reason, anyone who was stared at by his gaze suddenly felt ashamed and unspeakable, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin, including the ugly thoughts that had just quietly turned in his heart to rest, were exposed, and were allowed to be watched, commented upon, or insulted by all.

The soul was seen through, and dozens of disciples bowed their heads in unison, not daring to meet those two pure gazes.

"Murong Pei"

Looking at the increasingly embarrassed figure in the air, the young man in white sighed with some emotion, then raised his hand, raised his face, and called everyone lightly.

"Don't fight. ”

After saying that, time seemed to be frozen, and the battlefield of the six people stopped together. There was a fist half a foot in front of Murong Pei's face, and the green tendons flicked as if the wind was being blown up. Long Batian's foot was held high in the air, and when he met Elder Liu's gaze, he could see the horror in the other party's eyes.

They are the people who Zuihou knows about the upheaval, it's amazing, it's incredible, but that's the way it is.

Murong Pei could still move, but she didn't want to move, or she lost the strength to move because she was too tired and shocked from the battle, and after she heard that voice and turned her head to see that person in shock, Murong Pei stood in the air in a daze, and her whole body seemed to be drained.

"Senior Xiao, senior?"

"It's me, I'm back. ”

Thirteen Lang nodded and gestured towards Murong Pei, and at the same time reached out and grabbed it, like catching a chicken, he plucked Long Batian from the sky hundreds of zhang away and brought it to his eyes.

"Your nephew deserves to die, but his death has nothing to do with the Narcissus Sect. ”

Shisanlang said sincerely: "I killed him." ”

The preoperative examination takes three days, well, I try to write as much as possible in the past few days, and I will send it when I write, and I will not leave anything for the manuscript to be timed.

Thank you for your understanding afterwards if you stop a change.

Well, I also wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival, and the most important thing is not to get sick, a place like a hospital is really not a place for people

(To be continued......)