Suddenly, something flew towards her, Qing Huan subconsciously threw out the "Snow Cloud Fan" and took it, it turned out to be a monk, his right arm was broken, not to mention the injuries all over his body, his eyes were also hollowed out, and he was drenched in blood, how tragic was it.

Qing Huan called him to pat him, but there was no response, and just about to feed him a solid pill, he saw that his lips seemed to be unable to open, as if he was about to say something.

"Hell... Ghost repair, suck... Suck. The monk left only one sentence before he died.

Qing Huan frowned, this monk was not all dying because of serious injuries, the soul breath in his body was weak and inaudible, could it be that he was sucked by the ghost realm evil art, if this was the case, these healing pills in his hand would not be able to save him.

Qing Huan clenched her fists, and a living person died in front of her, and the remaining trace of soul floated between heaven and earth, unable to be reincarnated, unable to be reincarnated, the so-called resentment was formed by the mutation of these broken souls, the so-called resentment spirits, it was a ghost realm monk who collected and domesticated these remnant souls, and used the grievances on the remnant souls to become a weapon for killing, killing and being killed, endless reincarnation.

"Snow Cloud Fan" in hand, Qing Huan is a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, a disciple of the Jade Qing Zhenren, eradicating evil and supporting justice, and in this battle of immortals and ghosts, he has to stand up.

She threw herself into the battlefield desperately, and sure enough, the two hostile sides were the Immortal Gate and the Ghost Realm, and there were not many people in the Ghost Realm, but among them, there was a ghost warrior who had cultivated the soul-sucking technique, and many Immortal monks had been murdered.

"Damn, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you turtles and grandchildren, and don't leave a piece of armor!" a strong and rugged voice sounded in the crowd.

Qing Huan had just cleaned up a little ghost, and when he heard this voice, he followed the prestige.

"Brother Kang?" she said incredulously.

The owner of that voice turned out to be Kang Xinrong, Kang Xinrong was obviously a reinforcement, not long after joining the battlefield, with his brave and thunderous might, he killed a bloody road in a short time.

It is worthy of him, with the power of one person, he turned the whole tide of the battle, and the people in the ghost realm saw this, reined in their arrogant offensive, and turned offense into defense, don't forget, they still have a trump card in their hands.

Kang Xinrong was bent on killing the enemy, and his eyes were full of only those enemies who were incompatible, and he didn't find Qing Huan's existence, let alone hear her voice.

The "Snow Cloud Fan" rotated wildly under the command of Qing Huan, unstoppable, and its record was outstanding.

Qing Huan was originally in the rear, and when she saw Brother Kang, she had to rush forward, because according to Kang Xinrong's temperament, let alone rushing to the front, she would definitely fight until the last moment, and she would definitely fight against the ghost cultivator who knew soul sucking techniques, and she wanted to remind him to be careful before Brother Kang suffered a loss.

Since the ghost cultivators' fighting style changed to retreat as advance, the ghost cultivator who knew how to suck souls disappeared from sight, and Qing Huan knew in his heart that this was also a ploy, in order to take advantage of his unpreparedness and sneak attack in one fell swoop.

His target is most likely to be Kang Xinrong, a Yuan Infant Monk who single-handedly turned the tide of the battle.

Although Qing Huan can only use no more than three points of spiritual power in his body, but to deal with these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, imps who are not in the climate, plus the immortal weapon "Snow Cloud Fan" to open the way, three points of spiritual power can be said to be more than enough.

In particular, those little ghosts, seeing the power of the "Snow Cloud Fan", were so frightened that they didn't have much effort, and they came to the position parallel to Kang Xinrong.

Qing Huan's palm was horizontal, and the "Snow Cloud Fan" flying in mid-air stopped rotating, and the fan surface slammed forward, and the group of imps who wanted to pounce on Kang Xinrong fell down with it, and the power of the magic weapon directly crushed a piece.

Kang Xinrong set his eyes on Qing Huan at this time, wondering why such a master suddenly came to help, and it seemed that he knew him.

"Brother Kang. Qing Huan beckoned happily.

Kang Xinrong recalled, and really felt that he was angry, and now he was on the battlefield, and he didn't care about anything, just killing the enemy, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Qing Huan didn't know why, thought about it again and again, and patted his head with his hand: Look at my memory, I forgot to change it back.

Immediately, he pinched a spell, solved the tricks on his body, and then picked a set of women's clothes suitable for the activity to put on.

On the battlefield, whether it is a fellow practitioner or a ghost from the underworld, they are all confused, watching Qing Huan change from a man to a woman.

Kang Xinrong was so engrossed in the battle that he didn't hear the gossip in his ears, and he didn't recognize it until Qing Huan came to him.

"Sister Qinghuan?" Kang Xinrong looked confused, "How can you... Be careful!" With a wave of the heavy sword in his hand, the imp who didn't have long eyes was instantly cut in two, and said: "The sword has no eyes, Qinghuan girl must be careful, stay in the rear." "The situation is urgent, and it is not too late to say anything else until after the battle is over.

Kang Xinrong's heavy sword slashing, mighty and brave, like the energy of a thousand armies, unstoppable.

Qing Huan was pushed back by Kang Xinrong, stunned for a while, and then stepped forward again, and called, "Brother Kang, listen to me." ”

Kang Xinrong devoted himself to killing the enemy, as if he had never heard of it.

Qing Huan's words always came to his lips, but no one listened, so he had to swallow it back and think of a way to save the country.

Since the ghost cultivator wants to play while others are unprepared, he might as well come and invite you into the urn.

Qing Huan tilted his head, flipped his wrist, and the little spirit bead appeared in the palm of his hand, nodded the head of the little spirit bead, and said affectionately: "Dabao, you are the most obedient and capable spirit bead." ”

Xiao Lingzhu shook her round body and agreed with this.

"Now I'm in trouble, think about it, only you can do this, are you willing?" asked Qing Huan.

Xiao Lingzhu jumped around, looking like he couldn't ask for it.

Qing Huan hooked his finger at it and said, "Find a ghost cultivator who is dressed in black and has his face covered by a hood, and then bring him over..."

She looked at Kang Xinrong, who was fighting bloodily, and thought of a way to join forces with Brother Kang to make a trap.

Seeing that the imps on the situation were almost cleaned up, Qing Huan left the "Snow Cloud Fan" and let the "Snow Cloud Fan" fight on its own, resist part of the attack, and delay time.

She found an inconspicuous open space, pinched an enchantment, sat cross-legged, and then offered the "Illustrated Book of Magic" from the Qiankun bag.

This "Illustrated Book of Spells" originally came to her to test the level of her spell cultivation, but although Qing Huan practiced some middle-level spells, she was stuck in the technique of "drawing the ground as a prison".

As the name suggests, "drawing a circle on the ground as a prison" is to draw a circle on the ground as a prison to trap the enemy.

This method draws the ground as a prison and is inaccessible.

Qing Huan knotted his hands into a seal, silently recited the heart formula, first weaved a net, then made a prison, the net became a prison, and then waited for the enemy to enter the urn.

This technique has not been practiced, the reason is because of the particularity of "drawing the ground as a prison", not only to be able to weave a net as a prison, but also at the moment when the prey steps into the enclosure, turn the net into a prison, completely trap the prey, in order to successfully complete the "draw the ground as a prison" technique, it can also be said that whether or not to trap the prey is the essence of this technique.

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