Sell stinky tofu, stinky tofu~"

Qiusheng shouted loudly, and looked left and right, looking for traces of ghosts.

And Meng Fan stood beside him, trying his best to control his own blood and qi, making the whole person like an old turtle in hibernation.

Otherwise, when the ghost king and his ilk arrive, will they eat tofu or gluttony him?

"Senior brother, it turns out that sometimes cultivating too high is not a good thing." Qiusheng was covered with yellow charms, half-jokingly.

「……」

This is certainly a fallacy, a joke.

But Meng Fan's blood qi is really too exaggerated, in the eyes of the ghost king, it is like a bright lamp, and ordinary talismans can't be sealed at all, so he can only control it with all his might.

However, if the strength is strong enough, and the blood qi is becoming more and more vigorous, what kind of ghost king can be pushed sideways, how can it be so troublesome?

"Here we are."

Just as Meng Fan was about to open his mouth to answer, he suddenly saw a ghost figure appear in a dark corner hundreds of meters ahead, dressed in white and with a strong breath.

Immediately after that, there were more and more ghosts.

There's no need to be surprised about their convergence, it's instinctive—

When the spirit and wisdom are still alive, they are afraid of each other and wary of each other, and now the big array is together, the divine consciousness is ignorant, out of the desire for the evil spirit, the group of ghost kings has become the biggest magnet, attracting a ghost general, a powerful ghost, similar to the group to take... Cold?

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Qiu Sheng subconsciously stretched his hand to his waist.

There was a hundred-year-old peachwood sword there, which made the ghosts instinctively disgusted, but they couldn't resist the temptation of tofu incense, and approached here step by step.

No wonder Qiusheng reacted like this, there was not only one ghost king right now, Meng Fan raised his eyes and looked, there were eight powerful figures among the ghosts.

Counting the other ghost generals, if you resist head-on, you won't be able to be torn alive!

"Put down the tofu, let's take a hundred and ten steps back, and when these guys finish eating, they will no longer hide their breath and run towards the innate gossip array arranged by the master and uncle."

As he spoke, Meng Fan glanced at Qiusheng, who was tense all over, and added, "I'll take you when the time comes."

"Fly?"

"Sort of."

The elders all boast of their strong mana, only they know that they are still far away, after all, the feeling of being able to fly but being constrained everywhere is really uncomfortable.

Of course, in the eyes of Qiusheng and others, occasionally borrowing strength, you can go out a long way, and you are already flying.

Following Meng Fan's arrangement, Qiusheng let go of the handle of the cart and pushed it back little by little, quickly adjusting his body and mind to ensure that he would not drop the chain at a critical moment.

"Don't worry, wait until they're finished and their state is weakened to the maximum."

"Yes, senior brother."

The abandoned cart was crowded with ghosts, scrambling and shoving, and a huge one-eyed ghost king was eager to burrow his head into the tofu bucket.

From beginning to end, they did not realize that this tofu was "poisonous", which would weaken themselves in all directions, but instead competed to eat and rushed to eat.

Soon.

Two large barrels of special tofu bottomed out, and even the barrel itself was torn into hundreds of pieces, as if it could breathe the flavor out of the wood chips.

According to Meng Fan's observation, there are some relatively weak ghosts, because of their strength at the bottom, they can't squeeze into it at all, but they just wander back in the outer circle and howl ghosts.

However, you can't even grab a piece of tofu, and there is no need to weaken it.

"Let's go!"

One word.

Qiu Sheng ripped off the yellow talisman on his body, and Meng Fan was no longer restrained, and his blood and qi completely exploded, for fear that the ghosts would not see him.

Black fog rises.

Ghost language is fierce.

The group led by the Eight Ghost Kings immediately turned into mobile ghosts and pounced towards Meng Fan.

You chase after me.

This group of yin things that were dominated by instinct, due to the weakening in advance, did not put too much pressure on Meng Fan, at least he could guarantee that before the mana was exhausted, he could successfully arrive at the outskirts and join the ninth uncle and the four-eyed master.

At extreme speed, the distance of more than ten miles is only skipped in dozens of breaths.

Qiusheng felt a little dizzy, especially when he jumped from the towering city tower, and the whole person was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body.

However, reason told him that in this case, the sooner the better, otherwise it would be torn to shreds and become an after-dinner snack.

As for what is the main meal?

Naturally, it's Meng Fan!

Qiusheng is self-aware, knowing that in the eyes of ghosts, the senior brother is the good meal, and he dare not say that the effect is similar to Tang monk's meat, and a piece of belly can compete with heaven and earth for longevity, but his flesh and blood can definitely make the ghost king cultivate into a great advance.

When this kid's thoughts turned sharply, the mana in Meng Fan's body was close to exhaustion, the ghost fog was approaching, and his neck was already cold, but fortunately, Maoshan Yupei fed back in time, and the speed was raised again.

If he hadn't devoted himself to escaping for his life, then he would definitely have noticed that this time the Maoshan jade pendant was extremely powerful, and it actually provided almost a steady stream of mana support.

Therefore, not only does its own speed not decay, but it is getting faster and faster, such as God's help!

"Here we are."

"Speed is ......."

In a suburban clearing, there are eight stone pillars, which dare not touch the clouds, but they are not less than ten meters, and there are huge talismans on them, which hang down from the top.

In addition to Shi Jian, the head of the sect, among the Maoshan Taoist priests of the previous generation, the eight people with the highest cultivation stood steadily, providing mana to the formation, and at the same time looked up into the distance and let out an exclamation.

"Blessed is Senior Brother Chizuru."

Four eyes sighed.

Uncle Nine echoed and breathed a sigh of relief, if Meng Fan, the senior nephew, had any accident because of this incident, he would not be able to do anything in his heart.

"Humph!"

Shi Shaojian's face was pale.

On the side, Shi Jian, the head of the sect, led the three junior disciples who had completely surrendered, and Shi Shiran walked in the direction of the big array.

But his eyes fell on Meng Fan, he was silent for a long time, he regretted in his heart, it would be great if all the junior disciples were not nearby, this was obviously the best time-

The group of ghosts behind you is chasing and killing, just take a shot, slightly stop this extreme speed, and you can complete the murder with a knife.

As soon as Meng Fan died, his son's position as the head of the family was stable.

As soon as Qiu Sheng died, the monstrous grudge he had with Lin Jiu back then could be taken out.

Thinking of this, Shi Jian cut off all kinds of distracting thoughts, he has missed the opportunity at present, and he can't chase it anymore, just look for opportunities in the future......

"Senior uncle, senior uncle."

"Worthy of the mission!"

After the words fell, Meng Fan took Qiusheng and stood still in the center of the formation, looking around at the ghosts.

Almost at the same time, the Innate Bagua Array opened, forming a formation diagram exuding golden light above his head.

The second uncle, the ninth uncle, the four-eyed uncle, the flag-bearer, and the sword-wielding uncle......

They jumped off the stone pillars.

Special tofu, gossip array.

Under the superposition of the two, the ghost king does not have much power to resist, let alone the miscellaneous fish, he has no sanity and no threat, and he is spinning in circles.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh......"

Qiusheng pinched his eyebrows, slowed down for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "It's okay, this is more than the stamina of galloping."

"There's no way, but we've completed our mission this time, so let's just watch from the wall, and this group of ghosts will be wiped out soon."

When he said this, Meng Fan seemed to mean something, and his gaze penetrated through the ghost bodies one after another, and fell on Shi Jian, who was wearing a black and white robe.

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