Resonance sounded.

Strange phenomena are there!

Click~~

The ordinary big bed made a tooth-aching sound.

The sound was terrifying, but the bed didn't collapse.

The bride of the Jiang family lying on the bed had her belly bulging sharply. It's like a "hill" uprooted from flat ground, with black lines all over the skin, hideous and terrifying.

Suddenly!

A thick black fog splattered from inside the navel.

In just a moment's eye, the thick fog turned into a monster with an extremely twisted body.

The head of this thing is as big as a bucket, with fangs and wide mouths, and a forked crimson tongue that swallows endlessly. The eyes are like copper bells, and they are bloodshot. The nose is hollow like a black hole, the eyebrow bone is high, and the forehead is full of dense spikes.

A thick fog swirled beneath the monster's body, like a body.

It's just that the body has not yet been formed, and it looks mutilated.

The whole picture looks as if smoke is spewing out from the mouth of the teapot, forming a hideous ghost with only the upper body, but the lower body is like a thin tip of smoke.

Although Zhu Yan was said to be an enlightened fox demon, it was the first time in his life that he had seen such an ugly and terrifying ghost, and he couldn't help but gasp and interrupt his voice.

As her voice interrupted, so did the gurgling breath in the bowl of blood.

Moment!

The half-bodyed, half-ghostly manifestation spirit suddenly let out a roar of rage:

"Mother...... Deceit...... I!!"

Rumble~~

In the entire bedroom, the smoke exploded in an instant, and the demon wind wailed.

Everything that is visible is a twisted tremor.

The smell of filth and filth in the air is suffocating.

Zhu Yan was hit by the roar of the elf, his heart seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and he spurted blood with a wow, and almost fell down on the spot.

"There is a way to refute the number of Taiyi!"

"It means that the nine palaces and eight doors are open!"

Chen Fusheng maintained absolute calm from beginning to end, and did not make any moves until this moment. The momentum was a clear groan, and the golden needle and iron sword in his hand were held together, and he poked forward.

Fu Hum ~~

All the yellow rune paper that was spilled on the ground trembled violently and hummed.

In all directions of the room, there was the sound of wind whistling back and forth.

Countless whirlwinds visible to the naked eye swept up from all corners.

The whirlwind was like a formation, and in an instant, the angry spirit that appeared appeared enveloped it.

The wind shadows are like dark blue pillars, and the pillars are lined up, and there is no leakage in the blockade.

This is the power of one of the Daomen talismans, the "Taiyi Wind Shower".

You can not only defend yourself, but also trap the enemy!

Since the spirit spirit appeared, all attention has been on Zhu Yan. After all, it is not fully mature, and it did not expect to fall into Chen Fusheng's layout.

In a hurry, the spirit spirit could not advance or retreat.

It tried to retract into its belly, but the mist's body was imprisoned. I wanted to charge out and rush to Chen Fusheng to break the game, but it was still difficult to perform.

Seeing that he was banned, the elf was furious, and the fangs and wide mouth opened to the limit. The crimson forked tongue, like a snake letter, is tricky and vicious, stabbing Chen Fusheng.

This thorn is a combined blow of demons and ghosts, beyond normality.

Fast and fast as a sharp arrow, the momentum is like lightning, and a single stab can pierce the heart and kill!

Chen Fusheng always maintained a tense nerve, and suddenly held the hexagram flag and moved forward.

Disheveled~~

There was a violent tremor, and the tip of the elf's tongue pierced the banner, and the smoke exploded.

Chen Fusheng was affected by the aftershock, and his entire arm seemed to be not his own, and he was numb with pain. But after years of experience, the body was forced to stand and did not retreat.

At this moment—

A sword out!

The thunder on the sword is tattooed, rushing like a dragon.

The dragon shape is stunning.

On the colorless blade, the crimson of the tip of the elf's tongue is reflected.

Burst~~

The sword came out like lightning, and a sword slashed at the tip of the elixir's tongue.

In an instant, half of his tongue turned into a dark fog and was slashed to pieces.

"Ahh......h

The elf let out a terrible wail.

Chen Fusheng has already moved forward.

The green shirt Taoist body entered the wind whirlwind, holding the sword, like thunder, like entering the realm of no one.

Sword up!

Thunder is back!

Burst~~

The hideous head of the elf, which was as big as a bucket, was instantly cut off in half, and once again turned into a dark fog and collapsed.

Due to the close range of the attack, Chen Fusheng's body, hands, and sword were all splashed with pitch-black fog.

Whoop~~

Countless green smoke poured out like frying oil.

This is the poison of the elves!

But at this moment, how can you hesitate?

Chen Fusheng's face was calm, and he swung his sword again.

Burst~~

The last half of the elf head was also cut to ruin.

"Ahh......h

The bitter and desperate wails came to an abrupt end and stopped.

All the dark fog in the bedroom, as if it had been hit by a strong wind, was blown into the surrounding columns of wind, and rolled into nothing.

Chen Fusheng's face was already pale, and all his energy was exhausted.

He quickly reached into his arms, took out the dragon cultivation pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A fragrant and sweet fragrance is like spring pulp, straight into the stomach.

In an instant, the infinite warmth spreads throughout the body, and you immediately feel refreshed.

Chen Fusheng still didn't dare to be careless.

Take a deep breath, hold the sword steadily, and use the tip of the sword to cross the navel of the bride of the Jiang family, like a pine mountain.

Many of the dark fogs that were hard to see with the naked eye and were still dispersing were immediately strangled by the thunder that existed at the tip of the sword, and they disappeared into invisibility.

After about a dozen breaths.

Chen Fusheng slowly exhaled a long breath.

Fingers are closed.

The iron sword is unsheathed.

In the whole bedroom, calm suddenly returned.

All out-of-phase was swept away and never existed again.

"Woo...... You, who are you......?

The bride of the Jiang family lying on the bed also returned to her normal form, and woke up with a cloak, but she couldn't help screaming when she saw a Taoist servant standing in front of the bed.

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but smile secretly when he saw her ruddy face and screaming with full of anger.

After saluting, Chen Fusheng turned around and helped Zhu Yan and exited the room.

The father and son of the Jiang family, who were huddled behind the wall outside the room and were waiting for the result, saw Chen Fusheng come out, rushed forward in a panic, and stammered and asked:

"Little fairy, is the little fairy injured?"

"What happened to my daughter-in-law......?

Chen Fusheng smiled slightly:

"Open the doors and windows and clean up the room. The bad omen has been removed, and your daughter-in-law is safe. ”

"Ahh

"Ah, really?!"

The Jiang family's father and son couldn't believe their ears, and they were so surprised that they burst into tears, and they were at a loss.

"Go ahead and do as I say. ”

Chen Fusheng waved his hand and helped Zhu Yan to leave.

The father and son of the Jiang family hurriedly bowed their heads and thanked them, and hurriedly rushed into the room again.

A moment later, the cries and laughter of Jiang Afu and his daughter-in-law came from the room.

......

......

Outside the Jiang family's courtyard.

Chen Fusheng sat on the stone bench and carefully wiped the iron sword in his palm.

I don't know if it was eroded by the black mist of the elf, or if the previous sword was too ruthless, and there were shallow traces like cracks on the blade that was originally colorless and lightless.

He wiped it repeatedly with water, and although it had diluted the shallow trace, there was still some residue.

But it's harmless, and unless you look closely, you can't see this shallow trace.

"Good sword. ”

Suddenly!

An abrupt voice appeared in Chen Fusheng's ears.

Chen Fusheng's eyebrows jumped in surprise, and he quickly raised his head.

Beside him, a tall man stood in his hands.

This person's body is close to nine feet, tall as a pine, and extremely imposing.

But the strange thing is that this person's body is empty, like a shadow, floating. Outside light shines through the body, completely void.

If it weren't for the proximity, Chen Fusheng would almost suspect that he was dazzled.

But everything is true!

This man who appeared suddenly was about thirty years old. The head of white hair is like silver threads, and it is meticulously combed. The appearance is elegant and easy-going, the sword eyebrows are bright, and the eyebrows are a little red sand, which is as rich as jade.

Chen Fusheng has not yet come to his senses.

Suddenly, there was a chill in his hand.

Somehow, the iron sword had reached the silver-haired man's palm.

The silver-haired man glanced at the iron sword a few times, nodded and said:

"Well, there is still some fire missing, and it still needs to be sharpened. ”

As he spoke, he threw the iron sword into Chen Fusheng's hand again, and said indifferently:

"Cherish it. ”

Chen Fusheng's heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry.

He could completely sense that the silver-haired man in front of him was imposing and pressing on him. Almost one look, one action, can abuse him a thousand times.

It's a real feeling.

But the person in front of him is not real.

"Is it a ghost?"

Chen Fusheng suddenly had an extremely ridiculous feeling in his heart.

There are only ghosts and monsters in the world, and they will be invisible and disjointed, like phantoms.

"Needless to guess, I'm not human, I'm a lonely ghost. ”

The silver-haired man seemed to see Chen Fusheng's doubts, and smiled, "What, you want to use the Dao Gate method to subdue me?"

Chen Fusheng suppressed the chaotic and complicated emotions in his heart, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to answer.

"You little Taoist priest is quite bold, and you actually dare to destroy the essence secret of Mao Kongtong. Alas, it's a pity that I worked hard to plant so many kinds of seeds, and I destroyed one and one less......"

The silver-haired man's tone was witty, no longer the kind of elegant and elegant demeanor, he reached out and touched his chin, and looked next to Chen Fusheng.

Zhu Yan, who had been attacked by the spirit spirit anger before, so he was not awake, lying on the bamboo chair next to him. Fortunately, the breath is stable and there is no major problem.

"A dewy marriage, you can't stand by and watch......"

The silver-haired man muttered to himself and reached out to his finger.

In an instant, Zhu Yan's face moved slightly, and he actually woke up leisurely.

"Walk, walk......"

The silver-haired man smiled, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and instantly floated several feet away.

Zhu Yan, who woke up at this moment, was also sharp-eyed, and when he saw the silver-haired man leaving, he couldn't help jumping up and shouted in shame:

"It's you, you ghost!"

She didn't know what she had been stimulated, but she gritted her teeth, buried her head and rushed out, chasing the silver-haired man.

Chen Fusheng was dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Yan and the silver-haired man chased and fled, and disappeared without a trace.

"This ......"

"What's this called......

Chen Fusheng shook his head and looked back at the iron sword in his hand.

Suddenly, there was surprise again.

On the blade of the sword, there was a small trace like a flame.