"Smack—"

Fankong snapped his fingers, and between the friction of his thumb and middle finger, flew out of the light spots, pure and transparent, as if he was alive in the black light, flying to the lantern hanging under the corner of the eaves, and drilling into it.

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

......

There was a thud, and the Dark Soul Stone burst one after another, turning into powder and striking on the red lantern paper.

The black light dissipated, and the moonlight poured back on the earth.

In the recovered vision, Wu Xian kicked Mo Tianfang's ass and staggered forward, but fortunately he stuck his spear into the ground in time, otherwise he would definitely fall to the ground. Even so, his face was flushed, and it was ashamed.

Wu Xian maintained a kicking posture for a moment, and then his body shook, his soul stirred, and it was obvious that the soul suppression array was broken, which had an impact on him. The next moment, he turned and rushed to the steps, and his figure passed through the attic, and went to the back door of the courtyard, like a frightened bird.

Xiao Shuihan couldn't see in the black light, so he simply closed his eyes, listening to Luan Fengjiao's gradually faint breathing, his heart was anxious, but he still stood motionless.

The black light also had an impact on Yin Shuhua's perception, but it had little impact on her eyesight, she quietly touched Xiao Shuihan's back, and her black nails scratched Xiao Shuihan's right chest, about to grab the lively heart.

At this moment, the moonlight illuminated, Xiao Shuihan opened his eyes, as fast as lightning with a backhand sword, snake scales flew up, and green blood splashed.

"Ahh

"Crunch—"

Yin Shuhua screamed and quickly withdrew her right hand, leaving only a few scratches on the black iron soul armor with her jet-black nails.

"Gillian, hold on!" Taking advantage of Yin Shuhua's retreat, Xiao Shuihan shouted and rushed forward.

The moment there was light in the blurred vision, Luan Fengjiao's mind cleared up a little, and when she heard the shout, her mind moved with difficulty, and she sensed a group of souls emitting a bright white light coming to her side, and with a little effort, a golden light shot out from her fingertips and hit the tail of the snake that was tightly strangled. The snaketail went limp in an instant, her body fell, and the hand grabbed her.

After crossing the sky and blurring her vision, Luan Fengjiao saw Fankong, with long hair fluttering, handsome and chic!

"Thank you for saving me!" Luan Fengjiao looked at Fankong's side face and whispered.

With the protection of the black iron soul armor, she was not injured on her body, but she was just strangled and couldn't breathe, her mind was drowsy, and she felt that death was approaching. Now that the snake tail is gone, after taking a few breaths of air freely, it quickly eases up.

"Don't thank me, save you so that you can protect my son!" Fan Kong's mouth pulled an arc, turned his head to look at the woman he was holding in the crook of his arm, and said with a smile.

"Why me?" Luan Fengjiao frowned at the silly boy who had been chasing after him all the way, and asked with some hesitation.

"Because your surname is Luan, the Luan family keeps their promises. The curvature of the corners of Fankong's mouth was even greater, and he looked at Luan Fengjiao, who was still nestled in the crook of his arm after landing on the ground, his eyes were shining, and his tone was a little funny.

Luan Fengjiao's face flashed a hint of pink, and she quickly took two steps to the side and nodded, which was considered a promise.

Seeing Luan Fengjiao nodding, Fan Kong smiled gently at her, turned his head to look at Fan Xing, but saw him looking at her.

I don't know when, he moved his gaze away from Yin Shuhua, and at the moment he put it on the scenery on Luan Fengjiao's chest, and his mouth was no longer shouting, but just flowing with a clear hara.

Fan Kong smiled helplessly, but he was also glad in his heart, it seemed that Fan Xing was more inclined to Luan Fengjiao, not just any woman who could make his wandering gaze focus, but the shape of that woman's breasts was somewhat similar to her mother's.

"Ah Xing, the bad demon who captured his mother's relatives is here, Daddy is going to deal with them, you obediently follow this sister!" Fan Kong turned his hands over Fan Xing's face, let his eyes look at him, and said with a warm smile.

As a result, Fan Xing's eyes rolled and continued to look at Luan Fengjiao.

"My silly son!" Fan Kong's eyes instantly moistened, and he muttered, rubbing Fan Xing's soft hair, and turned to leave, only to find that Fan Xing grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He turned around again, smiled warmly, and said, "Daddy will be back soon." ”

Fankong's eyes were still looking at Luan Fengjiao, but he didn't let go of his hand and grabbed it.

Fan Kong was ruthless, broke Fan Xing's hand, and disappeared in an instant.

"Daddy, daddy......" Fan Xing retracted his gaze at Luan Jiaofeng, crying and shouting, chasing forward, chasing outside the courtyard gate, where is there still Fankong's figure.

Fan Xing stood dumbfounded for a long time, and Luan Fengjiao stood beside him to accompany him.

Outside the courtyard was a silent world, but the courtyard was lively again, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Wu Xian was frightened away, Yin Shuhua escaped, Mo Tian let Xiao Shuihan chase after him, the courtyard was quiet for less than two minutes, he never thought that Wu Xian would go and return, he was scared back.

Wu Xian floated in backwards through the back door, and while guarding against the attacks of the dozen ghosts who came back, he turned around and swept the courtyard with his gaze, and he didn't see Fankong's figure, and he was relieved.

He didn't dare to perceive with his mind, as far as a saint-level fighter was concerned, he was very sensitive to his thoughts, and if his thoughts were swept away, it was very likely that he would be considered a provocation by the other party. Fan Kong had just broken through the Soul Suppression Array, and it was such an understatement with a snap of his fingers, which made Wu Xian especially jealous.

The dozen ghosts chasing after were the only remaining remnants of the smoke ghost group, and the hunchbacked old man in the lead was holding a tree fork and crutches, and billowing black smoke came out of the forks, enveloping the dozens of ghosts in it, floating and flying, only exposing the head or upper body, which looked particularly terrifying!

"Ahem, old ghost Wu, the soul suppression array has been broken, and today I will make your soul scattered!" the hunchbacked old man coughed, staring at Wu Xian with a cold look in his eyes.

"Old man Qu, don't be afraid to flash your waist when you say big things, don't flash your old waist!" Wu Xian said with a smile on his face, but he was bitter in his heart. This old man Qu is as strong as him, plus these ghost fighters under him, he can fight equally with the Soul Suppression Array, but without the Soul Suppression Array......

An Jie and Leng Yiren saw the appearance of the smoke ghost group, and immediately fled towards the front yard door.

Since half a year ago, Wu Xian took advantage of the fisherman's profits, and the Yanxing Ghost Group came to seize the Soul Town Tower every ten days and a half months, and at first it was separated from Yin Shuhua, and then gradually found a pattern, and every time it could coincide with Yin Shuhua, first hit once, and then hit again, making the whole courtyard chickens fly and dogs jump.

Dozens of lonely souls and wild ghosts who originally lived here were either killed again by the pond fish, and their souls were scattered, or they went away to find a new place to live.

But it is not easy to find a place to survive again, every time the smoke ghost group comes, An Jie and Leng Yiren will go out to hide once, and come back after finishing work. The two ghosts flew towards the courtyard gate at great speed, and collided with Fan Xingluan Fengjiao, who hurriedly entered the door when he heard the shouting of killing.

After the death of the fighter, he is a ghost, and the ghost is an imaginary body, and he has to change from virtual to real, or go to the land of the ghost clan - Xiyan Fuzhou, where due to the special geographical environment, even if the level is low, it can become a puppet, and the puppet is an entity. Either reach the holy level, and the soul power of heaven and earth pours into itself, forming various "skins" on the surface of the body, and becoming one of the ghost forms.

Leng Yiren was a Contra Douluo before he died, and after his death, his soul power returned to heaven and earth, and he re-cultivated, and now he is a ghost fighter, so he is naturally an imaginary body. And Luan Fengjiao is an entity, and at this time, the state of "human soul unity" has not been turned on, and the black iron soul armor is swirling with water blue flames.

The female ghost collided with the woman, and in a stunned moment, she turned face to face and mouth to mouth, passing through.

Leng Yiren pulled An Jie to fly close to the ground, Fan Xing followed Luan Fengjiao and ran closely, the two women collided, and the two men also collided.

An Jie's pupils dilated, staring at the infinitely enlarged lips, there seemed to be traces of Harazi on the lips, and he only had time to deflect his face slightly to avoid the embarrassing situation of mouth-to-mouth.

Fan Xing kissed An Jie's face and sucked it, An Jie's soul that should have been worn by him was sucked into his mouth little by little, and the scene was extremely weird.