When Lin Pinghe saw the ghost cultivator's gaze staring at him, he immediately knew that he had been discovered, and he had to strike first, and shouted to Guo Han: "Do it!"

Immediately after, he jumped up together with Guo Han and pounced on the magic circle.

Ghost Xiu's mouth opened slightly, and a bell sounded, like a command, and the townspeople who had originally raised their heads and opened their mouths suddenly turned around suddenly, staring at Lin Ping and the two with a pair of empty eyes.

Ghost Xiu let out another scream, and the townspeople blocked Lin Pinghe and Guo Han's actions as if they were crazy.

I saw that the stiff townspeople were much more flexible, and Guo Han and Lin Pinghe, who couldn't reach the volley by jumping, didn't hesitate to stack up a few people, like ants, increasing the height and intercepting the two.

Ghost Xiu looked at it lightly and sneered.

Lin Pinghe also frowned, not wanting to hurt the townspeople below, but these people were controlled and attacked themselves irrationally, the key was that there was no place to borrow.

At this time, Lin Pinghe's eyes flashed, and he noticed a broken water tank next to the wall, and there was still a lot of residual clear water in it.

Lin Pinghe took a shot out of thin air, and a large ball of clear water flew over from the water tank, and then, took out the only remaining "Pro" character basket, catalyzed by mana, and directly blended into the water mass, and the talisman magically melted into the water like ice crystals touching water, and instantly melted into the water.

Saying that it was too late, Lin Pinghe barely raised his breath, drank lightly, and raised it a little higher, and manipulated the talisman water like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, sprinkling it on all the townspeople in the mansion.

Guo Han didn't think so much, just before he landed, he instantly conjured up a wind harp, and with a pluck of his fingertips, a burst of sound waves rippled directly outward, and the affected townspeople were bounced away without exception.

But there were hundreds of people, dozens of people were bounced away, and almost in the blink of an eye, a group of people came in again, and they stretched out their hands one by one to tear them.

At this moment, the rune water finally fell from above, but all those who were touched were all stunned, their eyelids were together, and then they slowly went limp.

As if they were infected, the townspeople in the entire Zhang Mansion fell to the ground one after another from the inner circle to the outer circle.

Guo Han's pressure was greatly reduced, and he could finally let go of his hands and feet, his fingers twisted smartly, and a piano sound that went straight to the soul seemed to have entered a closed channel, and there was no diffusion at all, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye rushed directly towards the ghost cultivator.

Ghost Xiu was shocked, he didn't expect these two people to have a way to crack his spell! Hurriedly roared, although his mouth was wide open, there was no sound in the ears of outsiders.

In an instant, black smoke erupted from the original shriveled corpses on the side of the wall, and one by one dark and flickering ghosts emerged from among the dried corpses, and they rushed to the ghost cultivator with hoarse voices, blocking the impact of the sound waves.

The other ghosts were laughing miserably, laughing strangely, or howling, and quickly attacked Lin Pinghe from different angles.

Ghost Xiu himself was not idle, he took a sharp breath and swallowed the remaining blood in the air, and there was a flash of blood in the black mist all over his body, and the black mist of Ghost Xiu also felt more and more condensed.

Lin Pinghe's eyes froze, this blood light, that's right, it's the "Blood Bible"!

Lin Pinghe lightly landed in the lying crowd, his right hand was drawn in the air, and the word "light" was instantly formed, directly imprinted on a screaming ghost who rushed to the front first, only to see that the ghost was like darkness meeting the scorching sun, and it melted in an instant, and without even having time to react and escape, it turned into a cloud of black gas and dissipated.

When the other ghosts saw it, as if they were instinctively afraid, they hurriedly braked, not daring to rush forward, but the ghost cultivator kept opening his mouth and silently controlled, and the ghosts did not dare to retreat, constantly surrounding Lin Pinghe and fluttering, looming, sometimes condensing black qi, sometimes scattering and disappearing.

Lin Pinghe frowned, these ghost things seem to be the things that spy on him when he enters the town in the evening. No wonder the divine consciousness can't see it, once these ghosts dissipate, they completely disappear from perception.

These ghosts are all powerful ghosts, they are very angry before they are alive, and after death, their souls are manipulated and refined into attack methods by ghost cultivators before they disperse, but if the living people are stained, the heavy ones will be killed immediately, and the light ones will also have a great loss of vitality, and the dead qi will invade the body.

Guo Han didn't have Lin Pinghe's means of being strong, so he could only continue to rely on sonic bombardment to repel ghosts.

At this moment, Guo Han swiped the harp, shaking away the ghost shadow that rushed over, and then the white jade-like palm pressed on the strings, and the sound of the piano that filled the house stopped abruptly.

The young man Fuqin gently pushed, Feng Mingqin lay down obediently, the young man's eyes closed, and the two fingers began to dance between the strings again, and a song "Pu'an Mantra" sounded with pure spiritual power, and a bright and magnificent breath slowly appeared from Guo Han's body.

The driven ghosts had no choice but to continue to pounce on Guo Han, but they were like moths to a fire, there was no return, and the ghosts were as if they were ignited, howling and burning, and they were burned down and turned into ashes when they were less than a meter away from Guo Han's body.

The ghost cultivator is furious, these powerful ghosts are not easy to collect, but the hateful thing is that these two guys' exercises are so restrained against themselves!

Ghost Xiu gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell are you two people who have to spoil my good deeds!"

Lin Pinghe didn't care about the ghosts around him, and said lightly: "Nanhua Academy." ”

The ghost cultivator didn't have a face, but his heart was cloudy, so he couldn't help but didn't make a move, and proposed in a consultative tone: "I will kill a few mortals, and I promise to stop in the future, and leave the Nanhua realm, you will turn a blind eye and stop here, let me leave, how about it?"

Lin Pinghe's heart was cold, and he snorted coldly: "Just kill a few mortals?" To put it mildly, even if you kill an unarmed person, you deserve to die!"

Seeing that he couldn't talk about it, the ghost qi of the black mist suddenly soared, and a ceramic jar went out of his body, and said hatefully: "Don't think you're going to eat me, I just didn't want to fight too hard, since you don't know what to do, then go die!"

After that, the ghost cultivator opened the jar and sealed it, and a foul smell spread, only to see that the inside of the altar was turbid.

Ghost Xiu, patted the bottom of the altar, pinched the trick with his fingers, and pointed directly at Guo Han who was fuqin.

A strong foul smell came from the altar, and there were countless hideous and painful faces faintly in the stench.

This is a broken evil ghost obtained by ghost cultivation by accident, and it is raised with resentment on weekdays, but it is not a complete evil ghost, and it is a little weaker when used once, and it can only be used to save life, and it will not be taken out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Guo Han wanted to vomit when he was hit by the stench, but he knew that the spells of ghost cultivation were often invisible to the naked eye, but the aggression was not small, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, he just didn't know what could not be seen in the stench.

Guo Han is still running wildly with aura all over his body, and the music of "Pu'an Mantra" has risen sharply, not only the ghosts around him dare not approach, but even the ghosts around Lin Ping and his side have been avoided again and again, even if the ghosts scatter and escape into the invisible, they can't avoid the sound of the qin.

But the stench was stopped, but it slowly approached against the sound of the piano.

Lin Pinghe felt Guo Han's pressure, and didn't care about the ghosts around him, he pulled out the sword he carried, and drew the middle finger of his right hand with the index finger and middle finger on the sword body, and a large number of "light" characters were printed on the sword body.

Lin Pinghe lifted his sword and jumped high, leaping directly above Guo Han's head, holding the sword in both hands, and slamming it at the foul-smelling space.

The stench was as if it were a physical entity, and it suddenly stagnated and disconnected.

Lin Pinghe just wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, he felt that the stench behind him was coming, and the part of the stench that was cut just now could still continue to attack, so he had to stop advancing, but he didn't turn around, and he drew a "light" with his left hand to continue to print forward, and turned behind him with a sword in his right hand, and a sword flower twisted away the stench wind behind him.

Without worries, Lin Pinghe no longer stopped, rushed forward, and slashed down with another sword.

The character of the sword body is a little dim, but the innate restraint effect, the foul smell is still chopped and there is no power to fight back.

Ghost Xiu didn't expect that this sword-wielding kid could even restrain the evil ghost, he couldn't imagine it! Suddenly panicked, without the previous arrogance, he hurriedly opened the jar and sealed it again, and shouted: "Return quickly!"

The stench seemed to be frightened and hurriedly dispersed.

Although Lin Pinghe has been restraining these ghosts, he is still very aggrieved, because his divine sense can't sense it, and he can't see it with the naked eye.

Lin Pinghe silently recited the Vajra Mixed Yuan mantra, and his eyes suddenly leaked golden light, like an ancient god, and a vicissitudes of life and simplicity permeated.

Guo Han was also stunned, and his hands that plucked the strings couldn't help but slow down a little, what kind of breath is this, how can it be like an ancient god!

Guo Han's eyes were full of brilliance, staring at the god-like young man in front of him, and couldn't help but think: This is him, who stands up and blocks in front of him at every dangerous moment.

Whether it's in the wind of heaven and earth, or in the soul control demon sound, or now under the stench of ghosts. This thought turned out to be a bit stupid.

Lin Pinghe didn't have any distracting thoughts in his mind, he just wanted to slaughter this old ghost who was eating people, and the real effect of running "Nine Paths" was excellent, and the ghosts looming around him and shuttling between the reality and nothingness were no longer so mysterious, no matter how they changed, their trajectories were clearly visible.

The stench that quickly dissipated in front of him was also the appearance of a demon with a green face and fangs, an ugly face, and a fat and clumsy body.

Where would Lin Pinghe let this evil ghost run away, he lifted the long sword, and his body shot forward, along with the ghost cultivator and the altar, it was a sword split!

Where did the ghost cultivator think that Lin Pinghe's exercises restrained himself so much, it could be said that he was a natural enemy! Now he couldn't even take care of his own precious jar, and directly smashed the jar at Lin Pinghe with his ghost qi.

His black mist-like body also slowly blurred, turning into countless wisps of black mist and spreading out in all directions.