Streamer flashes.

Outside, the gray and white cold aura like a thick fog poured in towards the shattered door in an instant.

The yin wind blew, and in the blink of an eye, the gray mist filled the air, and the whole world in front of Liang Baiqing changed in an instant.

White and gray, I couldn't see any color, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The gate, the house, the electric light, the corridor outside the door, and even Lin Baiying, who was standing beside him, couldn't see a bit, as if only he was left in this dead gray fog.

If it weren't for the puppet spell he placed on Lin Baiying, he could clearly sense that he was beside him, and he even thought that the two had been separated, but it still didn't help, the two were no different from being separated.

Liang Baiqing stretched out his intact left hand and touched it towards the position he sensed, and there was nothing at his hand, and he subconsciously touched it around again, but the result remained the same, it was still empty.

He knew that this was because the ghost had blinded his five senses, even if he caught Lin Baiying now, his five senses would only tell him that he hadn't touched anything.

Liang Baiqing's face turned pale, and he was clutching around in vain, his eyes were red, and he muttered painfully.

"Master, I'm sorry for you, I can't save my little junior brother!"

"I really, there's nothing I can do!"

He thought about trying his best to take Lin Boqing out safely, but the emptiness in front of him made him unable to use his strength, and he didn't even know whether he had a seal in his hand or not

Not sure.

Because, in this ghost cloud, everything that normal people see, hear, and touch is formulated by the owner of the ghost snake.

Liang Baiqing froze in despair, waiting for the ending to come. But the expected attack did not come, he only vaguely felt that someone was looking at him, and then did not feel anything unusual.

After Zhang Jiao glanced at the two acquaintances who were stunned at the door, he no longer paid attention to these two tool people who opened the door for him.

His body naturally passed through the messy door, all kinds of obstacles in the way

Debris passed through his body like a phantom.

Zhang Jiao went straight through these miscellaneous objects and stood in the middle of the room, looking directly at the pen fairy in front of him with dead eyes.

A smile suddenly cracked on his bloodless thin lips, raised his head and looked at the black hole of the pen fairy, and said brightly.

"Hello, Yu Linglang. We've finally met! I'm Zhang Jiao. ”

As he spoke, countless gray-white breaths continued to wind out from the corners of his mouth, nose and eyes, converging with the tide-like gray-white mist behind him directly like a pen fairy.

In the narrow room, countless blood-like words and gray-white mist instantly blended.

The strange sound of the wind began to echo through the house.

Call!!!

The sound of the wind is like a wild cat crying in spring, like an old crow crying, and more like countless people who can't distinguish between men and women crying and cursing, and the more they listen, the more frightened and desperate they become.

Liang Baiqing, who was on the edge of the door, wanted to block his ears with a hideous face, but this strange voice still came into his ears one after another, seeping into the depths of his soul.

His eyes bulged out, and the green tendons on the door of his head were exposed, like the roots of an old tree, and he looked like a fish out of water, rolling on the edge of the door.

The gray mist and the blood-colored words kept churning in this house, or the gray mist covered everything, or the words bleed and melted into the gray mist, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two for a while.

The whole room is like falling into hell, constantly changing all kinds of strange and absurd pictures.

The pen fairy standing in the middle of the room was the first to move, holding a huge brush in his hand, and countless blood trickled down to the brush like a stream.

In the midst of the rush of blood, the brush, which originally only had a little red at the tip of the pen, instantly seemed to be inserted into an ink bottle and stained with ink, and drops of thick and viscous blood continued to drip from the tip of the pen.

Drip!

Blood dripped, falling to the ground and turning into ominous words.

"Filth, exhaustion, decay, failure, destruction, peril ......"

Countless blood words crawled on Zhang Jiao's body in an instant, and all kinds of ominous breath began to flow on him.

A wave of dead luck began to envelop his body.

The smell of foul smell and corruption kept coming from his body, strands of white hair hung down from the top of his head, his skin began to loosen, his teeth continued to fall out, and in the dark, he felt as if every part of his body was beginning to decline, as if his life was approaching, and the time of death was coming.

The ghost in his body also seemed to sense the opportunity of his death, and began to riot restlessly.

With the help of the death machine entrenched on his body, the cold corpse spots everywhere spread wildly around him, and the corpses were corrupted.

In an instant, dense blue-purple patches covered his body, as if they wanted to take away what little vitality he had left.

Zhang Jiao could clearly feel that his body was gradually becoming old and decaying, and his life was constantly being pulled out, as if he would die in the next second. But instead of showing the slightest expression of impending death, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if the last life of his body was concentrated there.

He hung his head, looked at himself as he was dying, and raised his arm covered with corpse spots and stroked it lightly on his eyebrows.

In the next second, the edict of the heavens in the center of his eyebrows shone brightly, and the gilded vermilion lines were like red-hot molten iron, penetrating from the center of his eyebrows to his whole body, and then piercing into the evil spirit in his body, and began to extract its power recklessly.

The gray mist covered his figure, and in a flash, Zhang Jiao's figure came to it like a ghost through the blood characters that kept emerging from the pen fairy's body.

His face was tightly pressed against the black face of the pen fairy, and he spewed out the last breath in his lungs directly at its face, and a mocking smile suddenly appeared on his pale face.

"That's it?"

Without waiting for the pen fairy to answer, the corners of his mouth with a mocking smile suddenly cracked behind the root of his ear, and a large diameter of blood basin opened straight open.

An illusory, seemingly non-existent, gilded vermilion light locked the yin spirit, suddenly drilled out of his open mouth, and then, like him, opened his mouth, swallowed most of the pen fairy's body in one gulp, and swallowed it like this.

The whole situation is like the set of pictures circulating on the Internet of big fish swallowing small fish and small fish swallowing shrimp.

Pen Immortal Fang flickered his stomach, and the Fang Tian edict in the center of his eyebrows was extremely excited, becoming more and more bright and dazzling.

The gilded vermilion light of the Dao Dao shuttled through his body, constructing a series of mysterious incantations, which fit together layer by layer, like cogs bitten together, constantly passing through the figure of the white-robed pen fairy with blood characters and a huge pen.

The pen fairy struggled uneasily in the incantation, countless blood words constantly floating and disappearing from its robes.

The words "escape, leave, escape, go, flash" and so on kept changing, but after being swept away by the light of Fang Tian's edict, the blood-colored words that appeared disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

In the vermilion gilt light, the pen fairy and a strange figure above him with an illusory and uncertain body that exuded a gray and white aura combined together to form an even more complex and mysterious edict, connecting the three of them together.

room.

The blood-colored handwriting flying in the sky swarmed towards Zhang Jiao like blood-sucking mosquitoes, but before they could get closer, Zhang Jiao, who lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of blood appeared in his eyes in the dead gray eyes.

Countless blood-colored words kept appearing in his eyes, and then disappeared again, leaving only a trace of blood-colored light that kept rotating in his eye sockets, rendering a circle of blood on the edge of the gray and dead eyeballs. It is more and more conspicuous, particularly eye-catching, and people can't help but take a closer look to see what kind of words are emerging in the blood.

The blood-colored words full of ominous meanings flew in front of him, and began to gradually stagnate in mid-air under the gaze of his gaze, like falling snowflakes, falling to the ground one after another, turning into a pool of bloody blood.

Zhang Jiao slowly raised his head, and the purple-black bruised corpse spots on his cheeks, forehead, and neck began to retreat, and the loose skin became tense again, as if the dead wood had regained its vitality.

Only the white hair on the top of the head is mixed with the black hair, which is particularly eye-catching like a little white head, and the whole person looks like he is more than ten years old.

Zhang Jiao didn't pay too much attention to this, at this moment, he was listening to the sudden prompt sound in his ears.

"You devoured a special ghost, Pen Immortal Jade Linglang. The evaluation of this task has been slightly improved. ”