Minutes and seconds passed.

In his heart, the master was almost here, and Meng Fan cast a spell and flew out of the ground.

"Pick that star!"

The eyes were clear, the familiar scolding echoed in his ears, the junior brother Jin Maiji held the gossip mirror, used the magic weapon to refine the moonlight, fought two ghosts alone, and used the escape technique to escape from time to time, and was in danger repeatedly.

Not far away, the most tricky coffin spirit was extremely embarrassed.

Rushing left and right, wanting to fight with Zhong Fabai, and the master, who usually has always been spicy to eliminate demons, doesn't need any killing moves, with his dexterous body technique, he occasionally parries two times with a ten-year broken mahogany sword.

And he was reluctant to use the blade of the sword, as if he was afraid of hurting it.

"You're here."

Watching the big apprentice come out of the ground, Zhong Fa raised his eyebrows, and in the face of another killing of the coffin spirit, he didn't dodge or dodge, bit his fingertips and raised his hand gently, just hitting the center of this guy's eyebrows.

This......

Could it be that the master wants to raise the corpse and is reluctant to destroy this guy's body?

No, in the past, the master angrily denounced that raising corpses was a small way, and it was easy to go down the evil path, so they were only allowed to understand, and they would never practice.

In a flash of thought, Meng Fan saw that the master held down the immovable coffin essence with one hand, and helped the guy turn around, facing him.

"Afan, I'll leave it to you."

The words fell, and he kicked the coffin spirit in the ass, causing it to take off on the spot.

In mid-air, the coffin spirit, which had lost the blood suppression of his fingertips, suddenly opened his eyes-

Meng Fan's figure came into view.

Without the slightest hesitation, his claws poked out.

"Next!"

Hearing the master's call, out of instinctive trust, Meng Fan did not hesitate, and immediately raised his hand to pick it up.

The next moment, the ten-year peachwood sword was started.

What's the use of this?

It's better than a canopy ruler!

He settled down, complaining about the special care from the master, and at the same time holding up his sword to stop the coffin spirit.

It was not a lightning strike wood, and the year was not long, and it didn't take long to parry, and the peachwood sword was shaky.

Burst!

At the moment of crisis, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the tip of the tongue.

Caught off guard, the coffin spirit was confused, and instantly covered his face and screamed, and bursts of white smoke rose between his fingers, which was very embarrassing.

In the past, Meng Fan squirted a mouthful of useless blood on the tip of his tongue towards the zombie Dazuo Miyake Life, and after entering the Tao, he secretly made up his mind that he would not use it like this again.

Looking at it now, it was sloppy at the time!

The blood on the tip of the tongue hurts, but it works.

In line with the principle of not wasting it, Meng Fan quenched the peach wood sword again, and in an instant, the ten-year wooden sword that was almost rotten on the street became as bright as gold.

"Kill!"

The corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and he seized the opportunity to raise his sword to kill him, and this scene shocked the male and female students who hurried over.

Originally...... Subduing demons and destroying demons is such a bloody and cruel thing!

The group of people who learned both hands and thought that they were so amazing that everyone in the class was stunned.

In their eyes, the omnipotent Inspector Meng was very embarrassed, covered in mud, with blood and sticky blood at the corners of his mouth, and he was using a peachwood sword to eliminate demons.

Streams of corpse gas mixed with ghost qi erupted.

The coffin essence, which was temporarily unable to see, was chased and cut by Meng Fan, and soon, there were more than a dozen wounds on his body.

It's just that Meng Fan is not proud.

The filthy breath gushing out from the wound caused the blood on the tip of his tongue that he had quenched before to be polluted and worn out little by little.

The golden light gradually dimmed.

White smoke, turned into wisps.

"This coffin is fine, to say the least, but it has also been practiced for three hundred years."

Master Mei muttered and said in a deep voice:

"If I go it alone, even I'm no match."

When the words fell, she looked at Zhong Fabai with partial eyes, as if she was questioning him, the master, why he stood by and put the two apprentices in danger.

Sensing his sister's dissatisfaction and doubts, Zhong Fabai didn't bother to explain.

If he had been in the past and had not been able to get in touch with the master, it would have been difficult for him to easily suppress the two ghosts and a stiff on his own, and he had to put aside his prejudices and join forces with his junior sister.

But now it is different from the past, he not only continued the inheritance, but also successfully cultivated the Northern Emperor lineage, and with certain achievements, he can naturally relax and sweep the battle for his apprentices.

As for why he stood by and watched, and even took the initiative to lead the coffin essence to the big apprentice, it was naturally the same as when the Jiuju Demon Maiden was fighting.

Sharpen!

Right now, he, the master, is beside him, and he can't say for sure in the future, he would rather watch the two of them suffer and suffer with his own eyes now, but also avoid the tragedy of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man in the future.

Other than that......

With Zhong Fabai's gaze, no one cares about the corner-

Dasha pinched the trick, like a statue.

"This."

Looking at the seal, Master Mei froze in place, and his heart set off turbulent waves.

Please the Thunder Deity Nether?

No blood food, no altar?!

"Afan, Ji Zai, and Dasha have a deep fortune, and they have a lot to do with the Dantian Fu Demon Academy, so you don't need to pay attention to red tape, you can make up for it afterwards."

Before, he disdained to explain, but now he is showing off to his junior sister, Zhong Fabai is naturally willing to open his mouth and say these two words.

As soon as the words fell, Dasha, who closed his eyes and stood still, suddenly opened his eyes, and with a cold snort, thunder swelled on the tip of his nose.

Dasha, who was already walking with a lofty spirit, became more and more amazing, and there was a dark purple thunder surging all over his body, and thunder light was brought out between his breaths, as if there was a small snake composed of thunder and lightning, hovering between his nose.

If it weren't for Meng Fan's concentration on fighting with the coffin spirit, he couldn't be distracted and pay attention to other areas, otherwise he would have to sigh that this guy's six relatives didn't recognize him, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

After all, among the various departments of the Heavenly Court, the Thunder Department has the heaviest authority and the greatest murderous nature, and the ordinary evil demons and demons and ghosts, when they see the gods of the Thunder Department, they are all frightened and tremble, grabbing the ground with their heads.

Bang!

Suddenly, Meng Fan, who was holding a canopy ruler and was fighting with the coffin spirit, felt that there was a flash of thunder in front of him.

The next moment, the coffin essence that was originally with a peachwood sword in his chest, full of killing intent and yin energy, flew out upside down.

"Help my junior brother first!"

Meng Fan glanced at it and immediately knew what was happening, but he couldn't care about being happy, because Jin Maiji's side couldn't hold it anymore.

On the ground, the merry ghost had a peachwood sword stuck in his chest, unable to move, and almost dying; The hanging neck's eyes were red, and he attacked desperately, the ghostly mist and claws intertwined.

The corners of Jin McGee's mouth oozed blood, and it was clear that he bit the tip of his tongue just like his senior brother.

In addition, the gossip mirror of the talisman was left aside, and there was no chance to pick it up at all.

After hearing the order, Dasha, who borrowed the mana of the Thunder Heavenly Soldier, nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, boss, you hold on."

The next moment, the shadow of thunder flickered.

Dasha stands in front of the female ghost.

Meng Fan, who was relieved, returned to his senses and paid attention to the coffin spirit in front of him.

Sure enough, this guy is not so easy to be eliminated, after all, it has the highest Taoism, and its roots are extraordinary, half stiff and half ghost, with both corpse and ghost energy on its body, after receiving a blow from Dasha, he collapsed on the ground and slowed down for a while, and then bounced up again.

This time, instead of wanting to fight, he turned around and jumped down the mountain.

Fighting until now, Meng Fan, who had seriously injured him, was willing to escape, took a breath, chased after him, and at the same time as he shot out the canopy ruler, his fingertips surged with thunder.

Tonight, the people who came to see the world completely saw what it means to subdue the demon of Leifa.