"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" fell on the wall and cracked the ghost's head, blood splattered everywhere, flowing all over the ground, miserable.

What the hell is going on? Once this exorcism formation is activated, it uses Xuangong internal power to converge into waves of light, which surging out all around the room, blocking these unjust ghosts one by one, unable to take a step beyond the big bed.

Seeing that the offensive was frustrated, relying on the advantage of the ghost's strength, he commanded the unjust ghost to launch a ** ghost skill to break the opponent's position, capture a wisp of ghost, and go back to the underworld to make a difference, so that the two sides set up a duel formation and fought extremely fiercely.

This group of unjust ghosts had nothing to do in hell, so they learned ghost art and practiced magic martial arts, and followed the black and white impermanence to roam the rivers and lakes together, to vent their personal anger out of their grievances.

Each unjustly killed ghost cultivates ghost skills, and each has its own merits, and this time, catching a wisp of ghost will come in handy.

This group of unjust ghosts launched a powerful offensive in an attempt to break the exorcism array in one fell swoop.

Feng Xuelian and the old beggar, Song Shijie, Shen Jinping, Huang Yujie, Wang Dong, Ji Xiangrui, Fang Yu, Qing'anyang, the eight beggar gang bosses, suddenly felt more and more pressure, the chest was stuffy, the blood swelled, the throat was greasy and the mind was deprived of oxygen, and a feeling of dizziness hit.

This group of unjust ghosts is no better, bursts of Xuangong light waves, spinning rapidly, like a sharp cutting machine, cutting the head of the ghost ghost.

An hour has passed, and some of the ghosts and ghosts can't withstand the Xuangong flying wave cutting, and they disappear one by one, without a trace, and return to the underworld!

The beggar protector Fang Yu was also physically exhausted in the fierce fight, "Bang!" his chest cracked, "Poof!" He fell headlong.

"Crackle!" Fang Yu's bones exploded, blood juice flew everywhere, and his corpse was suddenly scattered.

The fierce battle between the beggars and a group of unjust ghosts is still going on, and the two sides don't know who wins and who loses, and they haven't seen each other yet!

An hour passed quickly, and half of the ghost heads were cut into ghosts by the Xuangong light waves, and they evaporated one by one into air.

From time to time, the beggars helped the Dharma protector Qing Anyang's skills to be exhausted, "Bang!" The blood vessels burst, and a heel fight fell from the beam.

"Smack!" Qing Anyang fell on the floor tiles, his body was rotten and diluted, he was insincere, and his soul was dead on the spot.

"Tsk!" "Tsk!" The white envoy blew the whistle of the warlord, urging a group of unjust ghosts to step up their attacks, quickly break through the exorcism array, capture a wisp of ghosts, complete the task, and return to the underworld to ask for merit and reward.

A group of unjust ghosts, anyway, have already died once, even if they die again, it doesn't matter!

At this juncture, a wisp of geist spirit flew out of Ling Feng's body, fluttering, and escaping towards the outside of the house.

Feng Xuelian and the old beggar, Song Shijie, Shen Jinping, Huang Yujie, Wang Dong, and Ji Xiangrui, the six beggar gang bosses, competed with ghosts and ghosts, and their bodies and minds were extremely strained, and they felt like they were cracking.

Feng Xuelian's Xuan Gong was very strong, and she sensed a wisp of wandering soul with her sixth sense, which had left Ling Feng's body and flew away on its own.

In the blink of an eye, a wisp of wandering soul floated out of this house, he was overjoyed, and he was overjoyed to arrest the wandering soul, and he was nine out of ten, and when it was not too long, he could return to the underworld to ask for merit.

"Miao!" "Li!" "Li!" The White Envoy whistled to withdraw from the battle.

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!" A group of unjustly killed ghosts, surrounded by wisps of geism, flew into hell.

Feng Xuelian and the old beggar, Song Shijie, Shen Jinping, Huang Yujie, Wang Dong, and Ji Xiangrui, the six beggar gang bosses, suddenly relaxed, and returned to normal, but they were sweating profusely, and they felt extremely tired.

The old beggar's sixth sense also felt it, a group of ghosts, wrapped in a wisp of wandering spirits, escorted into the underworld, and went to the palace of the king of Hades to be tried, he looked depressed, and said nervously: "Deputy helper, let's catch up quickly and save the little brother!

Feng Xuelian's hair was unkempt, she didn't know how to use the magic of a peach blossom, otherwise, a group of unjust ghosts, don't go into the house, and can't even enter the "cornucopia" gambling house, she was so tired that she shook her jade hand weakly, but two rays of light radiated from her eyes, and she still said confidently: "Elder Begging, just imagine, Brother Feng's soul can still float out of the room and go away by himself under the powerful power of Xuan Gong and Ghost Gong, what does this mean! He has this invisible energy in his body, which is strongly supported, what other power can be controlled?" We've done our best, maybe, the ghosts can't help it, let a wisp of geism float away!"

The old beggar thought for a while, but he was still confused, seeing that Ling Feng was still unconscious, he couldn't help but say worriedly: "The little brother is unconscious, and a wisp of wandering soul has been detained by the ghost again, and he will be tried in the palace of the king of Hades, will he definitely die and still live!"

Feng Xuelian could only do what she could, she explained one by one: "Oh! Brother Feng has the protection of Emperor Xuan, it depends on the creation, the only thing in the world today is to protect the body, let's take turns day and night, do our best, rub his body with all his strength, and don't make the blood coagulate into a zombie, I will definitely be able to resurrect the dead, little sister, with my sixth sense!"

Under Feng Xuelian's dispatch, a group of people named Huazi took turns to knead and guard Ling Feng's body.

After a while, the white envoy walked into the underworld with a wisp of wandering spirit, came to the palace of Hades, and stood in front of the trial table, waiting for the judgment of the new Hades.

The new king of Hades sat in front of the trial table, rubbed his white beard a few times, he was not happy, and when he looked up, he saw that the escaped wandering spirit was a young man.

Oh hey! When the new king took office, he lit the first fire, and he was so ghostly that he was caught! Hmph! He is a piece of material for being an official, no, his outstanding achievements have been effective! He is not without self-satisfaction in his heart!

The new king of Hades, putting on a high-ranking official posture, revealing a hideous black face, slapped the shocked wood, and shouted loudly: "Bah, boy, kneel, who is the surname? ”

A wisp of wandering spirit, deaf to the ear, ignoring the eight birds, he punched on the Hades Palace, stretched out and retracted his left hand, and blasted out with a straight fist, "Bang!" A punch hit the big pillar, causing the Hades Hall to shake back and forth.

A wisp of wandering spirit, who was originally a provincial martial arts champion, found his boxing inspiration, and his punch was not too hidden, but he attacked with his right hand, and hit an uppercut that hit an iron chain carried by the white envoy.

"Bang Chang!" "Bang Bang!" "Bang Bang!" A punch hit the iron chain, shaking the lobby buzzing, and a group of unjust ghosts, hearing the trial in the palace of Hades, shook their heads and hurriedly pressed their ears with both hands.

"Whew!" struck the iron chain and rolled as it smashed into the new Hades' seat.