Xue Wan looked at the dark ghost in the air, his eyes were a little distracted, and his trembling fingers stretched out and gently touched the tail of a yin ghost.

For a moment, the soul seemed to be stepping into a hurricane, and then it was shattered and extracted, and the tearing pain swept through the body.

Unlike ordinary pain, the sting of the soul penetrates deep into the bone marrow and is completely impossible to resist.

When the pain swept over, he pulled out his fingers, only to find that there was no longer a trace of life on it, the skin and flesh had turned to ashes, and even the white bones were no longer there when they were gently twisted.

As an expert in playing with souls, he painstakingly polished it with corpse poison every night, and the corpse poison that he had added to filial piety after so many years of perseverance with corpse qi was now as ridiculous as a playhouse.

"The end of the world."

"When will it be fair?"

He looked blankly at the twenty-year-old young man in the air who didn't take him to heart at all, and the tears in the corners of his eyes slipped down on the filial piety banner in his hand, "Brother, back then"

"You were that old back then, weren't you?"

Filial piety is the name given to it by the people in the circle, and he doesn't mind just admitting it, at that time he thought that it was an honor for a family to be a little blood relative, and he was willing to be the cornerstone of the family as the cornerstone of the crying grave.

He staggered to his feet, and the filial piety banner in his hand was a little unstable.

"Dad, if I don't listen to you and don't do this, your grandson is about this age now."

The stunned voice can only be heard by him, and perhaps the filial son can also hear it.

He likes to use the Yin Ghost to imitate his second uncle, the master's tone, so that he will not be so lonely when fighting, but he never dares to imitate his stern father, although his father is the first and only one who voluntarily turns into a Yin Ghost after knowing his decision

Looking at the ghosts dancing wildly, he suddenly felt a little homesick, thinking about the home that he filled in the filial piety flag.

The filial piety banner in his hand was like a pitch-black wooden stick compared to Su Ming's soul flag, weak and pitiful, and at the moment of waving, a whole seven yin spirits appeared in front of him.

It's just that these ghosts can't even maintain their shape one by one, and can only turn into clouds of gray mist, which don't even cause a little wind and waves in the black tide in the sky.

"I'm fighting with you!"

Although it is said to be fighting, when the body shoots out with the Yin Spirit, it doesn't even have a bit of killing power, and can even keep its speed in the middle of the slow Yin Spirit, making them look more like a neat family.

His smiling face was greeted by the first cluster of yin spirits that poured out of Su Ming's body, and there were more than a hundred of them, which greeted his impact in a mighty manner.

Burst.

The small sound of the corpse falling to the ground was not even comparable to the low howl of Su Ming's ghost.

Su Ming only glanced at the fool who was sent to death, there was not even the slightest ripple in his dark eyes, he originally thought that this was the biggest nemesis of his soul flag, after all, Shen Chong's hands and Xia He's arms were all healed by him, but now.

Very disappointed.

The last one was like this, just looking at the guy who went crazy without even handing it over, surnamed Zhao.

For such a person, he didn't have a little fluctuation in his heart except for a sentence of "shame", but silently waved his outstretched arms forward, which meant the official start of this feast.

Yuan Tao is like a spring of hell at this moment, and countless yin spirits are like impatient springs, chaotic but with a single goal.

The raging Yin Spirits were like scattered waterfalls, all rushing towards the western edge of the ring, the speed of the Yin Spirits was not fast, but no one dared to touch them, one, two, ten, hundred

The empty corner was gradually filled with roaring ghosts, and then a huge wall three feet high piled up, spilling into the center like deadly black venom, tumbling towards the direction of the garden's wind.

Su Ming followed behind the black wall, and drooled a series of saliva on the ground, this may not be the best way to fight, but it is the safest way, one Yin Soul has a limited effect, and a hundred Yin Souls can't touch people, what about a thousand?

Just like the darkness of Dayan's world, it is pervasive, and it will kill you when you touch it, this is the horror of Su Ming's soul flag.

Similarly, Su Ming absolutely believed in Wang Ye's Qimen after the wind, which could be seen from the fact that all the people who were panicked to avoid were rushing towards the center of the ring.

Yuan Tao may not know that the direction he saw Xue Wan just now was empty, and the direction he was panicking in now was the center of the ring.

But in fact, he only had this choice, and like everyone else, his whole nature at this time was like a group of ants gathering in the center of the ring, looking at the black demonic flames surging from the opposite side in a panic.

"That's not right! We're not going in the right direction! ”

When Yuan Tao took a full-sex shoe away from his face, he finally found the problem, and his eyes were extremely serious.

Tentatively took a few steps in the opposite direction of the Yin Spirit Wall, but found that the distance between the two sides had been shortened by a large margin.

"That's not right!"

At this time, a lot of cold sweat had accumulated on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

"It's a warlock's basic spell, and it's dazzling!" Yuan Tao is worthy of being a patriarch of the whole nature, and the degree of knowledge that has been seen in his life can be seen.

But recognizing it does not mean that the crisis is eliminated, this dizzying delusion is to change their five senses, which can be changed at any time, even if they really realize the real direction of the wind, but the next step may not be correct.

"Old Ghost Yuan, it's all at this juncture, can't you change your selfish temper if you burn your eyebrows?"

The roar made Wu Xiaozhong's goatee tremble, and his eyes widened with every word.

He is also in the crowd now, as for his opponent Rong Shan, he is already lying on the edge of the battlefield with purple body, and it is almost the same as death, he is more than forty years older than Rong Shan, and he still uses Gu poison that has almost no restrictions on the body, of course, it is more than enough.

"What kind of spell is dazzling, I don't know? That's for the Warlock kids! Being able to make people do a momentary trance is already considered to be researched, you can say it if you know, don't be blind if you don't know! ”

Yuan Tao glanced at him and didn't say anything.

It was because he recognized the spell that he was even more surprised.

From time to time, a yin spirit sprang out from the black wall composed of yin spirits, and his eyes were full of eagerness, as if he couldn't wait.

And in the eyes of all the people, the wall is terrifying, and everyone knows that the second they meet is the end of everyone's life, just like they can see the end of the lifeline approaching them step by step, but there is no way but panic.

"Look!"

Finally, Yuan Tao let out a low roar and focused everyone's panicked eyes on him.

Then he took a step forward, and noticed the change in an instant and smashed the beads in his hand violently, although the next step was obviously in the wrong direction, and the body was also crooked because of the changes in the five senses, but the direction thrown by Jiulongzi was accurate!

Wu Xiaozhong didn't listen to the rest, but that strange Taoist's technique was really outrageous, and if he didn't make a demonstration, everyone might die here.

Then he turned his head to look at Wu Xiaozhong, and his voice was low, "I'll step on the direction for you, and use your poisonous miasma to spread in the soil, and there is no solution other than killing Su Ming!" ”

Everyone could see that although the direction of Yuan Tao's shot in their eyes just now was obviously to the left, but now the bead was indeed approaching the black wall.

They saw hope, and beyond the black wall was Su Ming's position, and Wu Xiaozhong was no exception, just nodded lightly and waited quietly for Yuan Tao to show him the way.

Yuan Tao deserved to be an old Jianghu, and took another step, relying only on that moment of trial and error to grasp the correct direction, and then threw out three of the Long Jiuzi in his hand again.

The moment he threw it, Wu Xiaozhong let out a loud shout, spit out a three-colored centipede from his mouth, and immediately burrowed into the soil after it appeared, and then turned into a thin line of colored soil and rushed towards the direction of the black wall.

Their attacks are ineffective against the Shade, which means that the Shade's attacks against them cannot be resisted.

Everyone stared intently at their respective fronts, though all they saw was the two powerful attacks.

Wu Xiaozhong and others may not be able to understand it, but Yuan Tao's Long Jiuzi directly represents the strength of his shot, and this one throws out four at a time, almost throwing out all the forces except for self-preservation.

This blow is bound to him!

"Stop struggling."

But when a white legging and black cloth shoe appeared in everyone's eyes, the four nine dragons and a poisonous thread seemed to be stagnant in place.

"In my Wind Queen Qimen, time is just a scale that records everything, so the caster who masters the changes in this array also masters time, so if you want to wait for this attack to fall on Su Ming"

Speaking of this, Wang Ye slowly walked forward and stopped in front of the first dragon nine sons, and then stretched out his finger and poked it lightly.

Bang!

The crisp sound accompanied the scene of Long Jiuzi shattering like a jelly bean appeared in everyone's eyes in disbelief.

Wang also stretched lazily, "Don't think about it." ”

This is the Qimen after the wind, different from other warlocks who step on the direction to find good luck and evil, in this Qimen after the wind, he is the direction, he is the good luck.

Time, space, and the four plates of Shengke are all formulated by him, and it can almost be understood that this is a small world that Wang Ye brings, and in this small world, he is the creator god.

"Is that enough?"

Suddenly, Su Ming's wind-like voice sounded in his ears, and when he turned his head, he saw that Su Ming's figure had already arrived behind him.

"I'm going to cook if I have enough."

The black-pressed yin ghost only revealed the outline of a person, and Su Ming's dark eyes revealed a few rays of ghostly light, and then directly stuffed a black stick into his arms.

"Greetings, I hope you like it."

Su Ming has played with this thing, but it is just another form of the soul flag, and it is useless for him, but sending it out may mean that another strong general has been added to the evil cultivation camp.

(End of chapter)