This threat was very effective, Dabao suddenly jumped high, thumped, pierced through the net, and rolled crookedly to Kang Xinrong.

Qing Huan clapped his hands: "Dabao, I knew you could." ”

Xiao Lingzhu was praised, and it was upside down, for fear that others would not be able to see that it was in a happy mood.

"Dabao, quickly move the mesh under your feet. Qing Huan commanded, the painting in "Painting the Earth as a Prison" is to use spiritual power to weave a net of heaven and earth, as long as the position of the spiritual silk thread is adjusted, you can change the control of the prey in this spell, in fact, this is also a retreat set up for this kind of accidental injury.

Dabao received the order, but something went wrong when it was executed, the spirit bead spirit bead, and then there is spiritual wisdom, but its form is still a round bead, you can fly, you can jump, you can jump, but there are no hands and feet, and the spirit silk is not a solidified thing, but how to move?

Sure enough, the little spirit bead tried several times, and every time it just touched the spirit silk, it would penetrate the past, let alone move the position, and it couldn't touch it.

Qing Huan was a little worried, it seemed that Dabao couldn't count on it, so he had to think of other ways.

But just as he was about to let Dabao come out, the ghost cultivator who was controlled by "painting the ground as a prison" didn't know what evil tricks he had used, and a puff of black smoke enveloped Dabao, Dabao was already afraid of such evil things, so he was so scared that he couldn't do it, and he struggled desperately, for fear of being entangled.

Qing Huan was also startled when she saw this, this ghost cultivator's path is so high, "painting the ground as a prison" is also a mid-level spell in the fairy world, in this nether realm cultivation, she can also walk sideways, how did she not expect that she would lose repeatedly, and I don't know if it was because of the masters in this place, or because she was too rookie.

The ghost cultivator saw Qing Huan's small movements, and guessed the way to crack this spell, just as the little spirit bead was sent to the door by himself, he didn't have to worry about not having a "container", that black smoke was a soul separated from his seven souls, as long as he was possessed, not only could he use this small spirit bead that could shuttle freely to get out, but also take the opportunity to take this pure spirit object as his own, it was simply a double win.

Qing Huan didn't think of it so deeply, but he reflexively felt the danger of the appearance of the black smoke, and immediately summoned the little spirit bead, but the little spirit bead was suffering from the black smoke, and the doppelganger lacked skills, so he didn't react for a long time.

Seeing that the black smoke was about to break Dabao's defense and invade it, Qing Huan bit his finger and forcibly summoned it with blood.

It wasn't until Dabao lay unharmed in the palm of her hand that her high heart could fall, looking at Dabao's dying appearance, Qinghuan felt very distressed, and very guilty, gently patted Dabao twice, and took her back into her body, so that she could recuperate.

The black smoke couldn't be possessed, and he tried to follow the spirit bead and left, but the forcible summoning couldn't find the slightest trace at all, and he was still stopped in the silk realm, and he was so angry that he slammed his head, and after finding that this move was fruitless, he returned to the ghost cultivator's body.

The toss of the ghost cultivation scriptures can't be regarded as useless, except for the eyeballs, half of the place can't move, but now it's good, and the parts above the neck can move at will.

Qing Huan stomped her feet angrily, it must be because this ghost thing sucked the aura on Dabao's body, she really made a mistake, she didn't expect this ghost cultivator to have this hand.

What stunned her was not only that, since the ghost cultivator moved his head, he had been squeaking and turning, and the amplitude was very large, and she was happily turning in circles.

Kang Xinrong was anxious, but he couldn't move, and hurriedly said to Qing Huan: "You have a sharp blade on you, or some kind of lethal weapon, take advantage of this opportunity to prevent future troubles." ”

Qing Huan thought about it, the "Snow Cloud Fan" was fighting in front of the enemy, and it was not good to call it back, so...

She slowly took out a sword she had used, but this sword was used when she was in Zhongnan Mountain, when she contacted the imperial weapon, and at other times, she didn't use it, and put it in the Qiankun bag, and she didn't see the light of day for a long time, so she was afraid that it would accumulate dust.

Kang Xinrong saw that the sword in her hand was old and broken, ordinary could not be more ordinary, and he was even more anxious, blaming himself for being too reckless, and rushing into the trap without seeing clearly.

Qing Huan is the master of the "Painting the Ground as a Dungeon" technique, naturally she can enter and exit, she urged her spiritual power, and the thin sword quickly stabbed at the ghost cultivator, directly penetrating the ghost cultivator's body.

But don't talk about seeing blood, it looks like that ghost cultivator has nothing to do.

And then...

I saw that the head of the ghost cultivator writhed suddenly, and with a "click", the head and the body were directly separated, and the scene was very shocking, only to see that after the head was detached, it rushed straight down and threw itself on the spiritual silk net, and instantly tore open the net world, and his soul was all gathered in the skull, and the so-called torso was ruthlessly abandoned.

After the skull broke through the "painting the ground as a prison", black smoke rose everywhere, and a new body grew under the skull.

Qing Huan was taken aback, she didn't expect it, and when she reacted, she was already overwhelmed, so she could only destroy her own spell with her own hands, and let Brother Kang out, one hit two, and it was a little more likely to win.

Kang Xinrong held back his strength, and was worried that he couldn't make it, but now he regained his freedom, and without saying a word, he brandished his heavy sword and slashed at the ghost cultivator.

"Brother Kang, this ghost cultivator can use the soul sucking technique, you must be careful. Qing Huan hurriedly instructed, put away the thin sword, and raised his hand to recall the "Snow Cloud Fan".

After saying the soul sucking from her mouth, the ghost cultivator looked at her with a very gloomy look, and he didn't know what bad intentions he had planned.

Kang Xinrong doesn't care what soul-sucking or not, in his teachings, it is the world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable, only brave and invincible, and he chases and intercepts the ghost cultivator.

The corner of the ghost cultivator's mouth twitched, very disdainful, five fingers into claws, soul sucking technique, not only can suck people's souls, but also control consciousness.

Those who have weak resistance will be slowly sucked into their souls before they know it, until they become an empty shell without a soul.

Although Kang Xinrong's cultivation is not low, he has not been able to survive the tribulation and ascend, because his behavior is too reckless, he does not know how to judge the situation, and his mind is not stable enough, so he can easily be provoked, which is a taboo for cultivators.

That ghost cultivator Xu saw Kang Xinrong's weakness, and constantly challenged his bottom line, trying to annoy him, and then took the opportunity to catch the weak moment in his consciousness, control his consciousness, and then eat away at his soul.

This is a piece of fat, the ghost cultivator smiled evilly.

Qing Huan saw that he had made the same gesture through Dabao before, and immediately reacted.

The "Snow Cloud Fan" flew back, full of bloody struggle.

Whirring in the air, majestic, quite a husband and a man who is not open.

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