Seeing Qiu Zhaoxu's desire to excite the talisman, the square-faced monk who knew that this thing was sharp was naturally a little anxious, it seemed that this time he had made it bigger, and the name of the Ghost Control Sect did not suppress these people, but let Wan Qingping stir it up.

In order to prevent the night from dreaming too much, and at the same time thinking of the great benefit of retrieving Yugui, the square-faced monk seemed to have made up his mind, and immediately slapped a talisman on his body again, replacing the original light mask that was about to run out of power.

Looking at the light mask in front of him with satisfaction, the square-faced monk laughed as if no one was there, his voice was very infiltrating like a night owl, and at the same time he glanced at Wan Qingping, which made Wan Qingping, who had already been like a boat in the storm in the attack, couldn't help but feel daunted, and unconsciously increased the intensity of the attack, delusionally trying to kill this person before using the sharp secret method.

After this person glanced at Wan Qingping, he no longer cared about the surging attack, and pinched the magic trick as quickly as the windmill turned with both hands, only to see that with the pinch of the law, wisps of black gas appeared out of thin air, and continued to pour into the place above his head through the light mask, the square-faced monk seemed to be suffering from great pain, and his face suddenly twisted, showing a bit of hideous color, and then sucked these black gases like a long whale sucking water, and then heard this person shout: "Please ghost spirit!" As he spoke, he grabbed a black leather bag around his waist, and a green light hit it, and a white shadow immediately burst out of it, accompanied by a strange laugh, and the object immediately turned into a white light and attached to him.

Wan Qingping saw that the situation was not good, and immediately beckoned, and a yellow talisman fell into his hand, and his fingers secretly held this thing, and suddenly a sense of solidity arose.

Damn, it's really not good, I can only use the killer weapon, Wan Qingping thought secretly in his heart.

However, as a last resort, Wan Qingping didn't want to spend this talisman, because if this thing was lost, there would be no place to find another one.

Let's take a look at what this person's next attack is, Wan Qingping secretly made up his mind, and at the same time, in order to prevent accidents, he then released a shell-shaped magic weapon to replace the tortoise shell that was broken into three petals, looking at the aura fluctuations scattered by this shell, it is just a high-level talisman magic weapon, not that Wan Qingping does not want to use a better magic weapon to protect the body, but he no longer has a good defensive magic weapon.

After the square-faced monk was possessed by the white shadow, his face continued to distort, and in a few breaths, his originally black eyes gradually appeared with green light, like two phosphorus fires beating in the dark night, which looked very strange in the sunlight.

At the same time, the square-faced monk's body gradually became blurred in the eyes of everyone, like a ghostly white smoke, very ethereal, and at the same time, the tips of its fingers "poofed" a few times, and the flesh also broke out of the nails of an inch long, and the cold light shone under the sunlight.

When the square-faced monk had done this, he did not attack immediately, but raised his hands, which had changed drastically, and touched his cheeks, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was very satisfied with the changes at this time.

Before the power of the talisman on his body that had just been photographed was exhausted, the square-faced monk flicked his backhand and lifted it himself, and a little aura collapsed.

Then the man took a step back, and then in a flash, he turned into a phantom and disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a strange laugh that still echoed in the air.

Seeing this scene, Wan Qingping secretly said that it was not good, and while staring around to chase the traces of the square-faced monk, his right hand flipped over, and the fluorescence flashed, only to see a small tower-shaped magic weapon tumbling out of the storage bag in an instant.

This magic weapon immediately grew up in the air, and then landed steadily on the top of Wan Qingping's head and slowly rotated, Wan Qingping's hands flicked several times, with the spell chanting in his mouth, and immediately saw a piece of willow leaf-like light points emerge from the small tower, and these light points fall vertically to envelop Wan Qingping.

"Whoosh-" At this moment, Wan Qingping only heard a slight sound on the left side, like a breeze blowing, and he was immediately alert, he didn't think about it, subconsciously left foot, and jumped out half a foot away directly sideways, but unfortunately before he could stand firmly, he heard "Thorn-" With a sound, the cold light flashed, and Wan Qingping saw that his placket had been cut out of a foot-long opening, and the shell-shaped talisman on the outermost part was like a papier-mâché aura, and a small gap appeared on the front, but fortunately, at this critical moment, the innermost layer of willow leaf light "ding" two dull sounds, and then a hand of shining cold nails flew out.

Under the revenant soul, Wan Qingping didn't care about anything else, relying on years of martial arts training, agile skills, too late to run the mana, directly dantian sank, and the secular martial arts that had not been used for a long time were spread out between the lightning and flint, one fell back, and then it was a hand in the "flying harrier style", and jumped out of the distance on the spot.

After standing firm, Wan Qingping was afraid that he would not be safe, so he hurriedly waved the mana on his body, and opened the distance again with the blessing of the light body technique.

Only then did he have the kung fu to look around, and after seeing it, he gasped at the same time, under the possession of this person's ghost, he was actually so powerful! Not only was his action fast and terrifying, but his figure was looming and uncertain, and the naked eye could not catch his specific traces at all.

A gloomy laughter exploded in Wan Qingping's ears, as if it was coming from all directions, as if it came from a specific direction, and the next moment it came from another place, I don't know where this person's real body is.

Wan Qingping's face immediately sank, and he snorted lightly, the mana around his body was drumming more violently, and the shell magic weapon shone again after being dim, but this thing had just been injured, and no matter how it was driven, it was not as bright as it was at the beginning, Wan Qingping was also a pure dead horse as a live horse doctor, it was better than nothing.

Not far away, Long Yilou and Liu Wenlin were also fighting fiercely, looking like a huge momentum, only to see the two of them shouting, magic weapons, you come and go, spells I come to you, people who don't know still think that the two really have a deep hatred!

However, if someone has a heart to observe carefully for a period of time, it will faintly appear that these two people have left a lot of leeway, and the two sides seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, carefully controlling the shot, which seems to be extremely fierce, but in fact, the two of them have fought so far, their faces are not red and their mouths are not panting, and they still have the spare energy to peek at the other side of the battle from time to time.

Wan Qingping couldn't bother with Liu Wenlin, it was good that this guy could help, at least he could contain half of the other party's strength.

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