The ulceration at the corners of the eyes spreads to the entire face.

Black water crossflows.

The stench is tangy.

A generation of ghost kings is embarrassed like a wild dog, accepting the beating from justice, among them, there are Taoist laws, modern weapons, and various magic weapons.

Suddenly, Meng Fan thought that he still had a handful of incense ashes given to him by his master in his arms, which was said to be contaminated with the mana of the ancestor and specialized in restraining extremely evil things.

Instantly, I had a plan in my heart.

Exchange!

The hexagram is Ze, the five elements belong to gold, and the acquired gossip is located in the west, which can harden everything including itself.

An arm-thick wooden pillar became brilliant.

Meng Fan lifted it up easily.

Since cultivating the mysterious body forging technique and opening the first door of the human body, his strength has achieved a leap and multi-stage improvement, and it is not difficult to carry the tripod.

The First Clan

This pillar, blessed with sharp golden energy, was thrown like a javelin.

The wind is howling.

The ghost king had the intention to avoid it, but Dasha, who was possessed by the power of the white tiger, and Ma Shangfeng bit too tightly and couldn't dodge at all.

The carcass pill, which had been swept to pieces by heavy machine guns, but had never fallen apart, had a cold white mist gushing out, which was not only cold, but also had an evil aura, which could pollute people's magic weapons and reduce their power.

The golden wooden pillar thrown by Meng Fan can be regarded as a temporary magic weapon that can be practiced casually.

pointed.

The golden sharp qi began to be worn out little by little, and the place where Meng Fan was aiming in advance, that is, the back heart of the Fusang Ghost King, suddenly appeared a baby.

It's only six months old, his eyes are piercing, his whole body is as black as ink, and there are strange runes like tadpoles carved on it.

The cry was terrible.

As soon as he got closer, the sharp qi was infected with a grayish black, and when he used the qi of the five elements to probe, he would find that the area had become gloomy and obscure.

Obviously, this ghost is dying for its master.

But Meng Fan already had a plan in his heart, how could he give up the entire combat operation because of a little obstruction?

Immediately, the sharp qi in the control plate was all gathered to the sharp point, piercing the heart of the ghost queen straight and straight up, and flying out from the front chest.

One after another, souls emerged.

They were all the same kind that were devoured by him in the past, and their expressions were extremely hideous, and as soon as they appeared, they were about to come up and bite Meng Fan, Dasha, and Jin Maiji and others.

"Why is the master not good, and the ghost king's hole cards are inevitably too many."

The silver armor watched Xiaohui on the wall, holding a red tassel gun to protect the grass house layman, and Zhong Fabai, who didn't have much self-protection power.

At this time, Uncle Feng once again manipulated the cloud pattern yin-yang mirror, and a touch of dragon-shaped patterns in the ancient pre-Qin era appeared, and golden light and shadow rushed out, during which a faint dragon groan sounded.

Those Fuso ghosts were all annihilated.

This kind of beast is not worthy of reincarnation.

Dasha and Ma Shangfeng's pressure decreased, and they continued to entangle the ghost king, although they would also be hit from time to time, but one had strong bones and could resist hard, and the other had a qi luck protector and could ignore some attacks.

Kim McKee continued to play an offensive supporting role, and a series of two-finger-wide thunderbolts fell, overlapping and hitting the unprotected head of the Ghost King, as if trying to dig a hole in it.

Look down on everything.

Meng Fan rode the wind and rushed behind the ghost king at great speed, condensed the ice blade with one hand, and attacked the beast's neck, but actually put the target on the wound in the back of the heart.

The incense ash that the master took out from the patriarch's offering table was poured into his body without any waste.

In an instant, a chaotic ghostly aura scurried through the red-haired beast's body.

"Withdraw!"

Meng Fan and Uncle Feng spoke at the same time.

Dasha and Ma Shangfeng dared to hesitate, and immediately dodged and fled farther away.

Jin Mai was basically far away, not in a hurry, urging the Xun hexagram, and the wind ropes were tightly entangled around the ghost king's bare feet, making it unable to move for a short time.

Almost at the same time, Meng Fan, who used the ancestor incense ash to give the red-haired old ghost a fatal blow, used the combination of hexagrams to make up for the damage:

Fire Wind Trigram

Fire borrows the wind and burns wood with fire.

In the Bagua, fire corresponds to the animal pheasant, so the elephant of fire and wind can evolve into creatures such as fire crows, danpeng, and fire phoenixes.

Meng Fan didn't count his mana, and under the urging of his concentration, a pheasant with an exaggerated body size and a wingspan about the size of an adult shook its delicate wings, fearless of death, and rushed towards the ghost king who let out a death roar.

Among the ruins.

An ancient katana flew out, and the ghost king returned to the light, and it was about to drag everyone on the road when it was dying.

Rachel!

The old ghost, cloaked in hair and scars, held this famous knife of the Tachibana family, and the killing intent was recondensed.

However, the grass hut monk opened his eyes.

For such a long time, it has always been Meng Fan and other modern monks who have contributed their efforts, but he, who is from ancient times and has been the main force to deal with the ghost king before, has never moved, and he is accumulating strength.

The Ghost King's killing move was forcibly interrupted.

The gates of heaven and earth are reopened.

Last time, it was opened by mistake, but now it is the grass house monk who took the initiative to open it.

"Thank you for your help."

"Thank you here, there should be no goodbye in the future, please take care."

In the layman's plan, he hoped that everyone in this world would injure the ghost king, and he would start the Xuanmen again, fighting to the death in the wilderness of the original time and space, and not affecting others.

I didn't expect ......

There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

"I don't want to leave just yet!"

"Iron car! Iron Bird! Soda pop! ”

Ma Shangfeng shouted at the top of his voice, but his body could not be restrained and turned into a golden light, which was sucked in by the portal in the sky.

"Goodbye, everybody."

The silver armor used the mana in Xiaohui's body, resisted slightly, and bowed his hand to Meng Fan and the others: "Thank you for your hospitality and help." ”

"The widow is despicable, and everyone will be punished."

Hearing this, Meng Fan, who had almost exhausted the mana in his body, responded.

"There is nothing else to grow, so the grass house will leave the practice notes of its own to you."

An ancient book appeared out of thin air, and the night wind blew it open, and finally fell into Meng Fan's hands.

[The cave in the pot has its own universe, which can open up a fairyland and can accommodate all things......]

Immerse yourself in it at a glance.

This is the case with subtle spells, which can make people put their minds into it regardless of the occasion.

But in the time of two breaths, the ancient book turned into a streamer and was taken away by the power of the Heavenly Gate together.

People and things that are not in the same time and space will intersect due to fate, and now, this will naturally erase the traces.

Subconsciously, Meng Fan flew up and reached out to snatch the classics.

He relied on his original intention of memory, and only memorized a method of pot heavenly arts, what about the rest?

Thick one!

It's a pity to fish for the moon in the water.

The ancient books written all the life of the Caolu monks turned into points of light and could not be recondensed, and Meng Fan had no choice but to fall.

A few steps closer was the Xuanmen, which resisted itself and gushed out a strange force......

"It's over?" Dasha scratched his head.

Looking at the ruins all over the ground, he said:

"Alas, don't be so impulsive next time, boss, I almost thought you were going to travel to the Ming Dynasty."

Through?

Hearing this word, Meng Fan restrained the sense of loss in his heart, he contained the secret of crossing, why fight for a moment and a half, a door and a half?

There should be opportunities in the future.

"Well, hurry up and clear the ruins, the ancestral heirloom of the Tachibana Imp family, and put it in my office in the future."

His gaze turned to the famous knife suspended in the air.

【Rachel】

Seize their weapons and show their bravery and merit!

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