Chapter 116: The Hanged Ghost and the Bloodstained Rope!

"And what about this silver door?"

Feng Wanli couldn't help but look at the silver door on the left.

"Of course, break it and take it away!"

Qiusheng said without thinking.

"Don't get too busy!" Uncle Nine shook his head and wanted to open the golden gate directly.

"Uncle Shi, there may be a ghost in here!"

What are you kidding, I still have a memory gone, how dare Feng Wanli ignore this iron gate, so he persuaded: "If you let this ghost run out, it will definitely hurt the townspeople." ”

Uncle Jiu's face tightened slightly, and he thought about it slightly, and he really felt that what he said was not wrong.

Although the strength of these ghost creatures is not strong, this is for themselves, if a mortal encounters it, it will definitely not be able to survive from its hands.

"In that case, then open the silver door!"

Uncle Nine nodded, and naturally commanded the porter of Feng Wanli.

"This piece is yours!"

Seeing that Feng Wanli was about to move the silver gate, Qiu Sheng pushed away the Wencai beside him and said, "The golden gate is mine, one for each person!"

Feng Wanli glanced at the two of them, sighed lightly, took pity on Uncle Jiu a little, and then walked towards the silver gate.

"Humph!"

With a light snort, with the huge power given by King Kong Immovable Ming's body, Yinbai was instantly pushed away.

"Much lighter than the Bronze Gate!"

Feng Wanli's sword frowned slightly, and said secretly: "The thickness is also much thinner than the copper gate." ”

"Click!", and the silver door was slowly pushed open.

With the previous lesson, the wind is shrouded in the Buddha's light on the body, and the golden Buddha's light is condensed on the surface of the body.

The scene in the dark secret room is unobstructed.

"Nothing!"

Wen Cai stretched out his head, carefully looked at the empty secret room, rolled his eyes, slowly followed the giant door with silver texture, and grinned: "Mine!

"Don't be stunned, come and help me remove the Golden Gate!"

Seeing that the silver door was unloaded, Qiusheng was quite red-eyed and hurriedly urged.

"Click!", and the silver door was slowly pushed open.

With the previous lesson, the wind is shrouded in the Buddha's light on the body, and the golden Buddha's light is condensed on the surface of the body.

The scene in the dark secret room is unobstructed.

"Nothing!"

Wen Cai stretched out his head, carefully looked at the empty secret room, rolled his eyes, slowly followed the giant door with silver texture, and grinned: "Mine!

"Don't be stunned, come and help me remove the Golden Gate!"

Seeing that the silver door was unloaded, Qiusheng was quite red-eyed and hurriedly urged.

"Whoa!"

A pitch-black rope suddenly slid down the beam of the secret room, and the black rope was stained with bits and pieces of bright red blood.

"Be careful!"

Uncle Nine stepped out in one step, and with a strong tug of his right hand, he directly dragged Wen Cai out of the secret room.

"Poof!", a female ghost in red suddenly condensed out of mid-air, her head buckled in the rope, her tongue protruded, and she hung directly on it, looking extremely disgusting.

"Hanged man!"

"I died so miserably!"

The red-clothed hanged ghost's mouth opened slightly, and suddenly let out an extremely terrible scream, suddenly opened the rope, and rushed directly towards Feng Wanli.

After several fierce battles, Feng Wanli found that only half of the Buddha power in his body was left, and the situation was in crisis, Feng Wanli couldn't think much about it, so he stimulated the golden Buddha power in his body, poured it all into his hands, and grabbed it directly towards the neck of the hanged ghost.

"See if I don't tear you!"

For these ghosts created by people, Feng Wanli is not welcome, and the huge power brings not only defensive power, but also instant explosive power.

Stepping on the ground with both feet, I saw that the wind was like a cannonball, and instantly threw the hanged ghost to the ground, and the golden hands kept bombarding the hanged ghost.

The color of Feng Wanli changed slightly, and it could be seen that the strength of this hanged ghost was not weak, and he had the strength of the late stage of foundation building.

"Whew!"

Seeing that his fists were about to fall on the neck of the hanged man, at some point, a pitch-black rope with a little blood stain had reached the bottom of his neck.

The cold air instantly enveloped the whole body, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, the whole person froze in place, and the ghost rope tightly strangled Feng Wanli's neck, constantly rubbing the golden Buddha phantom outside Feng Wanli's body.

Feng Wanli believed that if it weren't for the existence of the Buddha's phantom, his neck would have been strangled.

Although King Vajra did not have the ability to generate the powerful power of Zhengyi Divine Thunder after building the foundation, the powerful defensive ability brought by this Buddha's phantom to Feng Wanli has saved Feng Wanli several times.

"Open it for me!"

Feeling the shrinking ghost body, the wind is also strong, and with a roar, the Buddha's phantom golden light is flourishing, suppressing the shrinking ghost rope.

"Uncle Shi, save me!"

Feng Wanli didn't want to expose more strength, so he pretended to be weak and asked for help from the ninth uncle behind him.

"Whew!"

As soon as Feng Wanli's words fell, he saw a purple thunder fall, directly shaking the red-clothed hanged ghost that was constantly approaching, and a silver-white beam of light followed one after another, shining on the body of the red-clothed hanged ghost.

"Woooooooo

The red-clothed hanged ghost let out an extremely terrible scream, and kept pleading, "Don't kill me!

Different from the ghosts he had encountered before, this red-clothed hanged ghost seemed to have a smart mind, and he actually knew how to beg for mercy, thinking of this, Feng Wanli hurriedly said to Uncle Jiu:

"Uncle, wait a minute!"

"Huh?"

Uncle Jiu's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, the silver bronze mirror in his hand was slightly offset, and the silver light shone on the side of the red-clothed hanged ghost.

Feng Wanli knew that if the red-clothed hanged ghost had the slightest malice, the silver light on the silver bronze mirror would definitely kill him immediately.

As if knowing that his life was being taken care of by a few Taoist priests, his face was full of fear, and he said, "As long as you don't kill me, you can do whatever you want." ”

"What's in there!"

Feng Wanli didn't directly ask where his memory was, but instead pointed to the golden giant gate behind him.

"That... That's inside!"

Suddenly, the red-clothed hanged ghost seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes were full of horror and disbelief when he looked at Feng Wanli.

"Speak quickly!"

Uncle Nine looked quite impatient, if it hadn't been for the wind thousands of miles to stop him, he would have used a magic weapon to kill him.

Frightened by Uncle Nine like this, the red-clothed hanged ghost panicked and stammered, "Yes. . . You!"

"What did you say!"

Wen Cai looked at the red-clothed hanged ghost with disdain: "I've seen so many ghosts, it's the first time I've seen such a cowardly ghost!"

"Me?"

Feng Wanli scratched it, and looked at the red-clothed hanged ghost pointing at him with a puzzled face.

"Stammering! I don't know what to say!"

Uncle Nine scolded in a low voice, anxious about the item behind the Golden Gate, which was related to the life of the entire town, so he swept the silver mirror in his hand vigorously.

"Huh!"

The silver light swept by, and a red yin aura continued to emerge from the hanged ghost's body, and it didn't take long for a crystal clear crystal to fall from the center of his eyebrows.