Chapter 117: After the Golden Gate!

"Huh?"

Feng Wanli suddenly found that the blood-stained rope around his neck was still wrapped around his neck, and as his hands touched, there was a burst of coldness, and he couldn't help but secretly say:

"It's not the Yin power of the Hanged Ghost, could it be the Yin Weapon of the Hanged Ghost?"

Thinking of this, Feng Wanli cautiously looked towards Uncle Jiu, and found that Uncle Jiu had already come to the Golden Gate at this time, and was about to use a spell to blast the Golden Gate open.

Feng Wanli quickly removed it from his neck and stuffed it directly into his trouser pocket.

"Click!"

At the same time, a white light instantly slashed on the Golden Gate, and a little bit of incinerated ash slipped from the hands of the Ninth Uncle.

"Bang!" sounded, and the golden gate was split directly in two from the middle.

"It's gone!"

Looking at the two gold nuggets in front of him, Qiu Shengwen pounced directly, one and a half.

Qiusheng hugged the slightly larger half of the gold nuggets, his face was flushed, and he said excitedly: "This half is mine, you can't grab it!"

Feng Wanli looked at the two of them with disdain, and couldn't help but secretly say: "Bringing the two of them is simply dragging your feet." ”

For his two apprentices, Uncle Nine has long been accustomed to it, his eyes are firmly fixed on the dark secret room in front of him, and his face is full of seriousness.

Feng Wanli's right hand carved a fire spell in the void, and a palm-sized orange-red fireball slowly condensed.

"Go!"

Feng Wanli let out a soft breath, and the fireball fell into the dark secret room in an instant like a meteor.

"Whoa!"

The fireball exploded, and the pitch-black chamber instantly lit up.

Compared with other secret rooms, this secret realm is obviously much more advanced, the area alone is twenty square meters, except for a wooden bed, there is a copper well, a cupboard.

The well stood in the center of the secret room, and it was pitch black inside, and I didn't know what was inside.

Feng Wanli looked sideways slightly, and asked Uncle Nine on the side, "This is this thing?"

"Yes!"

Uncle Nine nodded and looked at the copper well in the secret room: "In the memory of that headless ghost, the memory crystalline material appeared from this copper well. ”

"Inside the well?"

Feng Wan's color condensed, didn't that mean that his lost memory was very likely to be in it.

"Click!

At this moment, a sound of footsteps sounded.

The remnants of the fire spell were suddenly extinguished.

"Division... Master!"

Wen Cai's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Uncle Jiu's long five fingers shook slightly, and an orange-red talisman was taken out from between his sleeves, and with a slight tremble, a fireball the size of an eyebrow slowly floated up, condensing at his fingertips.

The light of the fire condensed, and the chamber became much brighter again.

"Click!

Bursts of strange footsteps kept ringing, and there were no ghosts, and ghosts were heard.

Wen Cai was the least daring, and when he saw this scene, he shrank behind Uncle Jiu in fright, and kept saying, "Teacher... Master, what is this? Good.. It's scary. ”

Feng Wanli's face was also slightly condensed, and he was clinging to the willow leaves, but he didn't even notice the shadow of the ghost.

"Whoa!

At this moment, a white figure suddenly flashed in front of the copper well, the white shadow flickered brightly, walked to the copper well, sat down cross-legged, and the old monk sat down, very weird.

"Thunder!"

Uncle Nine was also short-tempered, and he didn't hesitate, with a slight pinch of his long fingers, a purple talisman appeared on the tip of his fingers, and under the infusion of spiritual power, a purple thunderbolt condensed out of thin air and blasted towards the ghost in front of him.

"Om!"

Seeing the thunder bombardment, the ghost suddenly snorted softly:

"Repair, repair"

A huge demon head suddenly appeared out of thin air, and a three-meter-tall demon phantom completely enveloped the ghost.

"Click!"

The purple thunder slammed on the demon phantom, spreading in an instant, and the pitch-black yin qi and the purple thunder intertwined with each other, making bursts of crackling sounds.

Looking at the huge hideous ghost head, Feng Wan's color condensed slightly, and he suddenly felt that this ghost head was a little familiar.

Just heard the sound of "boom!", and the demon's head exploded instantly.

At the same time, the purple thunder controlled by Uncle Nine was also consumed.

"Good guys!"

Uncle Nine snorted lightly, drew a talisman out of thin air with his right hand, and an orange-red talisman condensed out of thin air.

"The fire spell cast by Uncle Nine!"

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a trace of essence, you must know that the power of your fourth-layer fire spell is not weak, and it can kill the fourth-layer level ghosts in one blow.

And the mysterious ghost in front of him has at least the strength of the late stage of foundation building.

"Huh!"

The orange-red flames rose instantly, a skull-sized fireball condensed out of thin air, and the temperature continued to rise in the cold secret room, and the flames scorched oxygen and made bursts of crackling sounds.

"At the very least, you have to be an eight-layer fire spell to be able to reach this power. ”

A glimmer of essence flashed in Feng Wanli's eyes, and he said secretly: "If you want to upgrade the fourth-layer fire spell to the eighth layer, you need at least five hundred points of life energy. ”

"Crackling!"

As the fire spell condensed, the ghost figure in front of him suddenly stood up, a pair of arms suddenly drooped, and a dark black arc of light condensed out, shuttling back and forth between the arms, like an arc of electricity.

Feng Wan was weird inside, and a slight sense of weirdness suddenly rose in his heart.

"Whoa!"

The dark black arc suddenly flew out of his arms, turning into a waist-thick black arc of light, constantly jumping, and flew towards Uncle Jiu.

"Go!"

Seeing that the black arc was about to fall on him, Uncle Jiu's face remained unchanged, and the skull-sized fireball in his hand exploded instantly, and the surging flames engulfed the black arc.

"Fireball can still be used like this?"

Feng Wanli shifted his gaze from the black arc light to Uncle Jiu's fire spell.

Feng Wanli uses fire spells, which are usually thrown directly, so that after colliding with the enemy, they will be bombarded and cause damage.

And the fire spell spell performed by Uncle Nine can completely control the flames in the fire spell technique, turning the flames inside it into a flame shield to resist the arc light of yin qi.

"Huh!"

Uncle Nine jumped and came to the ghost in an instant, took out a soul suppression spell and put it directly towards the ghost shadow's eyebrows.

Seeing Uncle Nine approaching, the ghost snorted in a low voice: "Xiu Duo, Xiu Duo!"

Yin Qi instantly poured out from his body between the void and reality, and the strong Yin Qi continued to condense.

"Smack!"

The Soul Suppression Charm fell directly from powerlessness.

"Evil!"

Seeing that the soul suppression spell was ineffective, Uncle Nine directly took out the silver bronze mirror behind him, and under the infusion of spiritual power, a strong silver light instantly shone out.

Uncle Jiu's magic weapon was really extraordinary, under the illumination of the silver light, the ghost creature screamed, and the black evil qi condensed outside his body continued to float out of his body, and the originally uncertain body became more and more pale, and the yin fog shrouded outside his body also continued to dissipate, revealing the face of the ghost thing.

"Is this!me?"

Seeing the ghost's face clearly, Feng Wanli's eyes widened and his face was shocked.