Chu Feng sighed, and the moment he knew that the Blood-Wing Young Man made a move, he understood that he had lost the best opportunity to kill the Nine Ghosts.

After the body of the nine ghosts trembled for a while, he finally opened his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, with a little tremor and disbelief.

"What kind of supernatural power yours!"

Entering the Great Perfection of the Soul can be regarded as a half-step cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm. And the reason why they are strong, most importantly, is that they have divine sense.

But just now, Chu Feng suddenly cast a shadow and killed his pupils, and his divine consciousness was as if he was trapped in a cage, as if he was detached from himself.

That's why he fell into a stupor!

Chu Feng had a gloomy face, did not speak, held the Witch God Bow, and looked at the Nine Ghosts and Mu Yu vigilantly.

Han Jian looked at Chu Feng with a strange look in his eyes.

How could a monk who had entered the sixth level of the Spiritual Soul almost kill a monk who had entered the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Realm?

The nine ghosts stared at Chu Feng deadly, and it was not difficult to imagine how ugly the color under the hat was.

A spiritual consummation was planted in the hands of a sixth-layer spiritual attainment. If this is passed back to his sect, it will definitely be laughed at for thousands of years?

Thinking of this, the eyes under the hat burst into cold light again. His right hand, the index finger pinched the middle finger, and there was a faint fluctuation of the magic breath.

Platform, a slaughter!

As for the others, they were silent one by one, not daring to speak, for fear of attracting the attention of the nine ghosts of the hats.

The girl has woken up from her coma.

After knowing that he was not dead, his face showed happiness...... Immediately, his eyes looked at Chu Feng, and there was a light flashing in his eyes.

Bang!

At that moment, the platform shook like an earthquake, startling everyone.

"Mirror, I can't hold it anymore!" Mu Yu spoke, poofed, and spread his bloody wings.

With a roll of wings on his back, his body immediately rose into the air.

Han Jian's face was also gloomy, he looked around, and said, "There is not much time left, we must open it now...... Otherwise, wait a while, there will be more ghosts, especially ghosts, and we will be in trouble!"

"Boy, Lao Tzu will clean you up later!" The previous encounter made the Nine Ghosts here full of murderous intent towards Chu Feng.

But he was afraid of the other party's killer ...... At this moment, the big thing is important, and he can only threaten and roar fiercely. Suddenly turned around, stepped out, and rose directly into the air...... Standing side by side with the Bloodwing Youth in the Void.

Flying through the sky, this is one of the signs of the Great Perfection of the Soul!

"Let's start!" Mu Yu glanced at the nine ghosts and nodded.

The nine ghosts groaned, without saying a word, and took out a flag from their arms...... The flag is ordinary, but on the flag, there are nine colors...... In every color, a pattern is depicted.

The nine ghosts flicked their robes, their hands kept pinching, and the shadows of their hands changed repeatedly, and one after another strange symbols transformed in front of him...... These symbols, densely packed together, there were hundreds, and they surrounded him.

"The ghost mansion of the earth, the banner of ten thousand Xuancang, the soul key is the guide, and the blood river is clear...... Please open the Netherworld!"

The nine ghosts murmured, like a spell.

As his spell fell, all the symbols fused in an instant, turning into a single symbol...... The symbol is extraordinary, it contains nine colors, and each color, I don't know if it is a coincidence, is exactly the same color as the flag.

"Bloodthirsty!"

The nine ghosts roared, their faces bruised and hideous. He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood twisted, and after a while, it turned into a blood mark and imprinted on the banner.

Symbols, blood marks, instantly fused, branded on the small flag...... It's a long story, but it's coherent...... Barely more than three breaths, done in an instant...... With the branding, the flag spun at an unprecedented speed.

"Go!"

The Nine Ghosts spurted out another mouthful of blood, which splattered on the banner...... With a finger of his hand, the flag flew into the air in an instant...... Rushing out of the blood curtain. In everyone's astonished eyes, the flag flew higher and higher, and spun faster and faster...... Eventually, almost like a small storm, the high-speed rotation and cold gusts of wind filled the platform with the rotation of the flag.

Flags, through the curtain of blood!

appeared outside the platform, and suddenly it was like a light in the night, attracting countless ghosts, overwhelmingly roaring towards the flag...... The sight, like a tsunami of the mountains, made the scalp tingle and the heart of any monk who saw this scene tingled.

The banner erupted in a bloody light!

The blood is dazzling, and it rotates at high speed with the flag...... The sudden spread enveloped one ghost after another...... These ghosts, like psychics, rushed towards the banner one by one in unison at the moment when they were shrouded in bloodlight...... Let out a terrible roar!

"What are they doing?"

"What kind of flag is that, it can absorb ghosts......"

"No, look there!"

Chu Feng raised his head, his eyes flickering, looking at the sky, his eyes thoughtful. Han Jian's eyes flashed with excitement as he saw the flag spinning...... He took a deep breath, and then stepped out, and a sword shadow immediately appeared under his feet.

Edgeworth Flight!

He rolled up his robe, and suddenly, the 'soul keys' they had taken out before, a total of fourteen, all rushed into the sky with him under the roll...... flew directly outside the blood curtain, and in an instant, he was swallowed by the small flag.

After devouring, the small flag immediately burst into bright light, especially on the flag, there are eight colors at this moment, and they all shine at this moment...... An indescribable aura suddenly spread from the banner.

"It's two bad!"

The Nine Ghosts spoke, almost at the moment when his words came out. Beside him, Mu Yu, a blood-winged young man, flashed his body and suddenly appeared behind the two middle-aged men on the platform. The two middle-aged people didn't have time to react, and they were caught in the hands of the blood-winged young man Mu Yu...... Towards the outside of the blood curtain, he threw it violently.

The two middle-aged people immediately understood, their complexions changed greatly, and they struggled violently. But Mu Yu's toughness, how can they resist.

In boundless fear, they were thrown directly out of the curtain of blood...... Two middle-aged people, with resentment in their eyes and a thick hatred in their eyes.

In an instant outside the bloody curtain, ghosts from all directions, like hungry wolves, pounced in groups...... The two middle-aged men were immediately drowned before they could scream...... The flesh was devoured, leaving only the skeleton and falling towards the ghost town.

At the moment of their death, the Nine Ghosts didn't know what method they used...... From where their skeletons fell, there were two more clusters of light...... It's the soul key they've made before.

These two soul keys, the moment they were formed, were absorbed by the nine-color banner...... In an instant, a violent force suddenly spread out from the banner...... Nine-colored light rose into the sky, filling the ghost city in all directions.

Not only that, the ghost city roared, and the nine-colored banner seemed to have absorbed enough soul power...... Growing in high-speed rotation...... In the end, the fluttering flags covered half of the ghost town like wings from the sky.

The monstrous blood roared from the flag.

Bursts of screams rang out from all directions...... But see, there was a slight fluctuation on the flag...... Especially on the flag, the carved pattern fluctuates the most, and the words inside seem to be alive...... With the slightest color, it gradually ...... In the ghost town, condense!