Chapter 190: Midnight Shadow

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Then he picked up the palm-sized pale cyan shield, and after a little groaning, the aura of his left palm flickered, and the mana was poured into it along the palm of his hand.

The shield surface is dark cyan, emitting a faint fluorescence, and there are complex golden spirit patterns around it, gently touching it, it is as smooth as jade.

This shield was the side that the tall and thin old man used to resist Fang Nan's fireball talisman before, and Fang Nan was still quite concerned about its powerful ability to quietly absorb dozens of fireballs.

"It looks like it's made of some kind of demon beast skin, and if it can have this level, it is estimated that it is likely to be a fourth-level demon beast......"

With a slight flash of his gaze, Fang Nan suddenly flicked his fingers, and a dark red fireball instantly shot out from his fingertips and struck towards the surface of the shield.

As expected, the surface of the shield only flashed slightly, and the fireball disappeared into the blue light out of thin air and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Fang Nan nodded with satisfaction in his heart, he was not very familiar with the way of refining, although he could not distinguish the materials used in this shield, but based on this alone, he could conclude that this was a high-grade magic weapon.

Since the Silver Shark Shield shattered, with the improvement of his cultivation, he has always been negligent in his defensive means, and now he has obtained this shield with quite strong defensive power, which has made up for a gap in strength.

After removing the aura and returning the cyan shield to the size of a palm, Fang Nan put it back in place, and with a glance, he finally picked up the dark red square wooden box.

As soon as he got his hand, a cold and piercing aura rushed down the surface of the wooden box into his palm, which caught Fang Nan off guard, and couldn't help but shudder, almost throwing it away directly.

But then he calmed down, locked his mind on the surface of the wooden box, and then slowly opened the wooden box.

The next moment, a mutation protrusions!

Inside the wooden box, a gray fog suddenly exploded, completely blocking Fang Nan's vision, and at the same time, a scream like a ghost crying wolf suddenly came out of the open wooden box, the tone was extremely sharp, almost piercing his eardrums!

Fang Nan's complexion changed slightly, first he subconsciously flicked his fingers and played a soundproofing technique, isolating this terrible scream in the house, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he went to chase a light red spiritual power, dispelling a gray mist in front of him, revealing the scene inside the wooden box.

After seeing the contents clearly, Fang Nan suddenly became dumbfounded.

I saw that above the wooden box, there was a gray miniature magic circle, and under the magic circle, there were hundreds of yin spirits that were inches long, entangled and intertwined, crying constantly, exuding a thick yin and cold atmosphere.

As soon as they saw Fang Nan, these hundreds of yin spirits seemed to be aware of it, and they were almost quiet for a moment, and then they stared at Fang Nan with extremely resentful eyes, their eyes were scarlet and shiny, and they let out an extremely terrible howl!

This voice was like a wave, layer upon layer, surging wildly, so that as soon as Fang Nan heard it, his divine consciousness couldn't help but blur for a while, and a trance color gradually appeared in his eyes.

However, in the next moment, the soul flame in the depths of the spiritual platform suddenly flickered, causing Fang Nan's divine consciousness to dissipate as if it had been pricked by a needle, and he instantly came to his senses.

"What the hell?"

Fang Nan was horrified in his heart, and under the sharp turn of his thoughts, he immediately closed the wooden box, and then quickly shook his sleeve robe, and wrapped the wooden box with several spiritual powers, and then settled down.

And the cry of the yin soul also quickly subsided.

When he removed the soundproof barrier and looked at the wooden box again, Fang Nan exhaled lightly, and there was still a hint of fear in his eyes.

Hundreds of humanoid yin souls were actually contained in this small wooden box, and the resentment inside was even more intense, if he didn't have a soul flame to protect his divine sense, he was afraid that if he continued to immerse himself, he would become a walking corpse without intelligence.

"I don't know what kind of demonic technique it is, it is so bloody and vicious......"

I remembered the scene I saw before, and the ghosts in it were in various forms, the elderly, the child, the woman, the young man...... In the same way, all the Yin Spirits had a hideous and terrifying complexion, as if they had died of great injustice.

After Fang Nan came back to his senses, he instantly thought of the scene of the ghost spirit ancestor bloodstained Qinghe City that he had seen in the southeast back then.

Although the scale of the two cannot be compared, the blood and viciousness of this method are undoubtedly very similar.

Although Fang Nan didn't dare to call himself a righteous man and a gentleman, and he didn't even reject ordinary demonic exercises, the act of a large number of bloodstained living people in front of him to satisfy the monk's own selfish wishes obviously broke through his psychological bottom line and made him unacceptable at all.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ling Yuqiu's soft voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Senior Brother Fang, is something wrong?"

Fang Nan retracted his thoughts, turned his head to look, and vaguely saw a figure outside the door, knowing that this was the scream that the wooden box began to emit that alarmed Ling Yuqiu next door, and immediately responded without thinking: "It's nothing, it's just a magic weapon, you go and rest." ā€

Ling Yuqiu outside let out an "oh", and then there were smaller and smaller footsteps, obviously the other party had already returned to the room.

Only then did Fang Nan notice that the night outside was already quite deep, and when he saw that it was about to arrive, he sighed, took all the things on the bed back into the storage bag, and took out a low-level spirit stone, closed his eyes slightly, concentrated, and recovered the mana in his body.

Who knew that it didn't take long for him to enter the state of steady, and the sound of hurried footsteps sounded again, followed by a knock on the door like a gust of rain and wind, accompanied by Ling Yuqiu's panicked shout:

"Oh no! Senior Brother Fang, someone from the Demon Dao is coming over outside!"

"The Devil's Man?"

Fang Nan's pupils shrank instantly, and he hurriedly got up and walked out, and after opening the door, he bumped into Ling Yuqiu, who was running out of breath and with a panicked look.

Frowning, Fang Nan stared at Ling Yuqiu and said in a deep voice, "What's the situation?" Say it slowly, don't worry. ā€

Ling Yuqiu nodded, seemed to be a little calmer, pointed to the southeast direction, and said with some fear: "When I went back to the room just now, I felt a cold demonic aura over there, and then I saw a black shadow passing by, which quickly disappeared, and now the two of us have to guard against it." ā€

"Dark Shadow?"

After Fang Nan muttered a sentence, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and his divine sense instantly broke out of his body and swept around.

After a while, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he said strangely: "I didn't find any trace of the other party, where did you see the black shadow before?"

"Hey, didn't you find it? ā€

At this time, Ling Yuqiu lowered his head slightly, as if he was exhausted, after hearing this, his body moved slowly, and then raised his head stiffly.

The scarlet eyes, rotten cheeks, and a distorted face full of resentment suddenly appeared in front of Fang Nan, and at the same time, a hoarse cold and strange smile sounded:

"Where's it going? Isn't that what came to you......"