Huang Xikong rushed to the top floor from outside the building, and Wanwan could only go up from the building.

Xia Zhihuai stood at the door and hesitated for a few seconds, deciding to follow, and the police also sent a team of people to rescue.

Wanwan had a thousand miles of charms, leaving the others far behind, and soon reached the door of the top floor.

Presumably because the wraiths were confident that there weren't many people who could invade the building, they didn't block the door.

Wanwan raised her hand and pushed it, but she didn't push it at first, but she tried to infuse the aura into her hand, and the door slammed into the ground.

In the dust, she opened her small mouth and looked at the vulnerable door in amazement.

Really, she didn't try very hard.

I don't know if I want to pay compensation afterwards.

She was sorry for her brother's wallet.

The rooftop was windy, and the sand and dust were rolled up.

She "babble" several times, and walked up to the roof with her eyes daving the wind.

Unable to avoid the sand and dust, she slowly released a faint aura shield around her body to resist this terrible environment.

After the obstacle in front of her dispersed, Wanwan finally saw the situation on the rooftop.

There are many people, and there are also many ghosts.

The first thing that catches your eye is a funnel-shaped swirling black cloud overhead, with scarlet blood flashing in the clouds, and the tail end of the funnel black cloud extends to the rooftop, connecting with the black humanoid shadow standing on the edge of the rooftop.

The figure of the figure was about the size of an adult man, and his left hand grabbed the head of a child and stretched it out to the outside of the building, causing the child to cry out in horror and horror.

Wanwan's heart was pounding, and she looked up at the huge grimaces that appeared in the funnel cloud in the sky, and still couldn't understand how this was formed.

This kind of power is really terrifying, even she has spiritual power to protect her body, standing in place feels depressed and dull, and the hair on her body is all on the ridges.

"Mommy save me—"

Wanwan felt that her eardrums were filled with the boy's cry.

But she didn't dare to act rashly.

At the moment, I don't know if Uncle Huang has passed through the obstacle created by that resentful spirit.

"Help me—"

"Please, save me—"

In addition to the little boy, Wanwan also saw that the ghosts that were constantly being sucked away by the resentful spirits were the souls of the bloody corpses before, struggling painfully and terrifyingly, not wanting to merge with the resentful spirits.

Zhan Fengcheng, the president of the Daomen Association who was downstairs before, was already like gold paper at this time, but he still grabbed the long sword in his hand and stuck it on the ground, constantly infusing spiritual power into the formation under him.

The Five Wisdom Vajra in Master Xuantong's hand was also against the pale golden light shield, barely resisting the black afterimage that was constantly invading the magic circle.

Wanwan's eyes fell on the formation pattern on the ground, and at a glance he could see that it was a deformed Xuanwu formation.

The Xuanwu formation is a Taoist defense array, and the formation needs to consume a large amount of spiritual energy, which requires a high level of ability from the person who sets up the formation.

However, this small world belongs to the era of the end of the law, due to the thin aura, the level of Taoist cultivation and Buddhist cultivation is generally low, and it should not be possible to arrange the orthodox Xuanwu formation, so changes have been made in the formation.

The Xuanwu Array, which Master Xuantong and President Zhanfeng City were constantly consolidating, needed to consume relatively little spiritual power, but it also had less defensive ability.

Fortunately, this resentful spirit is also fueled by seedlings, and it quickly improves its strength in a short period of time, and there are many flaws on its body.

It is estimated that it is the first time to encounter a deformed Xuanwu array, so he only repeatedly tries to sneak attack.

For now, the two sides are striking a delicate balance.

And there are still many survivors in the Xuanwu Array.

It can be seen that the purpose of the resentful spirit is to destroy the Xuanwu Array by continuous intrusion, so as to kill the people inside.

Even if the two elders of Daomen and Buddhism did their best to support the formation, the Xuanwu Formation was still full of flaws, and it would soon break.

……

Wanwan stood on the rooftop for a short time, and she had already roughly figured out the situation in front of her.

And the resentful spirit in the distance naturally discovered her, and immediately laughed, hoarse and full of malice.

Zhan Fengcheng heard the gate fall to the ground, and looked at the door distractedly.

After the obstacle dispersed, his pupils suddenly constricted, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword was cracked and bleeding, and he was shocked: "Why is that kid here?!" ”

"Let's go—"

The wraith laughed wildly: "It's late. ”

In the next second, the resentful spirit approached Wanwan and wanted to capture her.

Wanwan was always on guard, and without hesitation, she took out her peachwood sword, and swung her sword to hit the stomach of the resentful spirit without hesitation.

The resentful spirit's originally smug expression distorted in an instant, and the entire spirit flew out upside down, and the yin qi on its body even began to collapse.

And the child in his hand was thrown out because of this.

Wanwan wanted to pick up the child, but the resentful spirit maliciously waved a yin qi and pushed the child directly outside the rooftop.

Woman's screams and curses rang out from the defensive array.

But no one in the room was distracted.

Wanwan only prayed in her heart, hoping that Uncle Huang would be more reliable.

Since he couldn't save his little brother, Wanwan didn't hesitate to use the Thousand Miles Talisman to appear behind the resentful spirit again, and a sword pierced through his abdomen.

He even grabbed a ghost head from his waist with his bare hands and tore it cleanly.

The ghost head wept and left tears of blood, and howled desperately when it was torn off, but it still didn't help.

The wraith looked down at the pierced abdomen in resentment, and the log-colored peachwood sword turned fiery red at the moment, like a soldering iron, burning a hole in the wraith's stomach.

"Little ghost, you're looking for death!"

The wraith clawed with five fingers, and fiercely grabbed Wanwan's throat.

Wanwan immediately squatted down, took advantage of the small man to dodge the attack, and did not forget to pull out his sword from his body, and with his left hand, he pasted the Liujia Yin and Yang Talisman on the thigh of the resentful spirit, and neatly flashed to the side of the Xuanwu Array with the Thousand Miles Talisman, and raised his hand: "Bind!" ”

A golden net rises from the soles of the wraith's feet, tightly entangling the ugly wraith.

Seeing the situation, Wanwan finally had time to refute the words of the resentful spirit: "I'm not a little ghost!" You wretched wraith. ”

……

Zhan Fengcheng's brain had stopped thinking at this moment, looking at this little doll that was not as high as the table, from its appearance to the present, it was as fierce as a tiger, directly injuring the resentful spirit that tortured them to the point of vomiting blood.

"Come on in."

Zhan Fengcheng came back to his senses, and immediately opened an opening in the formation and let Wanwan in.

Wanwan shook her head, took out a stack of spirit runes from her pocket and handed it to him: "This can replenish the aura." ”

The spirit rune was drawn by her last night, and it can replenish spiritual power in a short period of time, there are about twenty pieces, which are one-time consumables.

Although it consumes her spiritual power when she paints, she can basically recover completely after a short sleep.

These spirit runes were originally intended to be saved for emergency relief when the spiritual power ran out next time, but seeing that this somewhat old uncle was already at the end of the crossbow, she would not be stingy with a few spirit runes.

Zhan Fengcheng was stuffed with spiritual runes, and looking at the spiritual light circulating on the paper, he didn't know whether to sigh or be ashamed.

"Little Daoyou, thank you."

Zhan Fengcheng held the spirit rune, and his voice was a little choked.

Wanwan didn't have time to comfort him, turned her head to look around the rooftop, and didn't find the little boy who had just been thrown out.

"That little brother, he ......"

The pale woman in the formation howled and cried: "My child, my child...... You return my child. ”

Zhan Fengcheng frowned and ignored the woman, and only said cautiously: "That little boy just fell, the situation is urgent, it's not your fault." ”

Wanwan didn't feel guilty, and hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Uncle Huang is under the building, he will save him." ”

"The ghost?"

Wanwan nodded solemnly and praised: "Uncle Huang is actually a good ghost." ”

Zhan Fengcheng: "......" He has seen countless powerful ghosts in his life, which one is not full of blood?

This little doll must have been deceived.