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Xue Wenrui's face turned even pale, and he shouted: "There are ghosts!" Then put Wang Gaojie into a storage bag, threw out a wide silver pestle and galloped back, and disappeared after a while.

Ma Lebang was also taken aback by Xue Wenrui's behavior, which showed that the other party was so timid, which aroused his ambition.

Of course, he's not a daredevil. After observing just now, he found that there was nothing wrong with the corpse, except that it was a little weird. If the opponent's strength is strong enough, he can directly kill a few people present, and if the opponent has the strength to leave a few people, he will not let Xue Wenrui run away.

Therefore, the other party must have some scruples, so he will be so pretentious, pretending to be a ghost to scare a few people.

"Coward, or an immortal cultivator!" Ma Lebang took a sip of Xue Wenrui, threw the magic fan in his hand, and suddenly became several zhang in size, the fan flew above the corpse, and fanned it hard, and a gust of wind arose out of thin air.

The wind fell to the ground, but it was not going in one direction, but tearing in all directions, and the body of the undead Lu Deyuan, and the corpse below it, were suddenly torn apart, and fell to the ground in the east and west.

The wind vanished, and silence fell in, leaving nothing but fragments of corpses on the ground.

"Hahaha! Pretend to be a ghost!" Ma Lebang looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, looking at the fragments on the ground, he was calm in his heart, even if his body was gone, even if the other party had great skills, he couldn't show it.

Ma Lebang injected more spiritual power into the spiritual power shield, then blocked the magic fan in front of him, and walked towards the corpses, he wanted to see what those few traces of breath were.

At this time, Xue Wenrui had already returned a few miles away, his whole body aura was constricted, he hid himself, and even put the shadow on Wang Gaojie's body on himself for the sake of insurance.

He had to come back, and if he didn't, he wouldn't have led him to the corpse. Ever since Mo Mingxuan told him about the Three Clans War, this has become a nail in his heart, the survival rate of the Three Clans War is too low, and he can't guarantee whether he will survive that war.

For the demon clan, although he knew all the low-level demon beasts in the Ningtai Mountain Range, he had some understanding after all. But for the demons, I have never seen it with my own eyes.

Now that he finally has a chance, of course he wants to see what the demon race looks like, how to fight, how to effectively kill the other party, or save himself?

Xue Wenrui's thoughts quietly dispersed, and he saw the scene on Ma Lebang's side clearly.

Approaching the corpse pieces, Ma Lebang's mind skimmed over the corpse pieces, no matter how big or small, he didn't let go of a single piece.

Ma Lebang glanced around, but the few strange wisps of aura were gone, as if they didn't exist in the first place. Every piece of corpse on the ground had blood stains, but some of them were just bones, and these bones were naturally the undead Ma Deyuan's.

Ma Lebang didn't know the details of Ma Deyuan, and thought that it was the person who pretended to be a ghost just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He then fanned the magic fan, shattering several skeletons, which were no different except for being tougher.

Ma Lebang beckoned and put away a storage bag on the ground, ready to see what was inside. But suddenly he felt that a drop of rain had fallen on his head.

"Why is it raining?!" Ma Lebang couldn't help but feel surprised, and then his face changed, and he raised his head suddenly. "I'm a monk, how could a mere raindrop fall on me?! Not to mention that there is an aura shield in the way!"

The sky was still clear, there were no dark clouds or raindrops, but a small hole appeared above his spiritual shield. The hole was very small, just about the size of a raindrop, and there was a hint of black on the edge of the hole, and there was a faint black gas wafting there.

"What is this?!" Ma Lebang's face was ugly, but before he could check it, another drop of rain fell out of thin air. The raindrops had no color, no smell, and they didn't know where they came from, as if they had been conjured out of thin air, and landed on the aura shield.

The aura shield didn't even play the slightest role in resisting, and let it pass through, leaving a small hole and a jet-black aura around it. The raindrops that fell on Ma Lebang's face were a little cool, not unlike the worldly raindrops.

Then came the third drop, the fourth drop......

A drop of rain fell on the back of Ma Lebang's hand, and Ma Lebang watched quietly, the raindrop did not roll down from the palm of his hand, but penetrated into the skin and disappeared.

Ma Lebang's face was a little ugly, and he hurriedly withdrew fifty zhang, wanting to return to the position just now. But when he stopped, he realized that instead of returning to his original position, he had entered the fragments of the corpses.

"Who are you? Kind of come out! A fair fight!" Ma Lebang's voice trembled slightly, and he rushed forward with his flying sword, trying to rush out of the area.

But no matter how he flies, the surrounding environment is always the same.

Xue Wenrui in the distance was also in a cold sweat, in his opinion, Ma Lebang was constantly circling in circles, never leaving the range where the corpse fell: "Illusion!

Xue Wenrui, who is a master of ten thousand runes, is naturally very good at studying formations, and has personally presided over the phantom array, but he has never seen this kind of phantom array that does not need to be arranged, and it is a phantom array with the breath of a beautiful jade formation.

What he was sure of was that there were no formation fluctuations here, not at the beginning, and not now. The performance of Kema Lebang is obviously a performance of falling into a phantom formation.

After flying enough to have a stick of incense, Ma Lebang finally stopped, and now it is impossible for him to say that he does not regret it, but he knows that he has no way out.

It seems that he also realized that he was caught in the formation, he did not continue to waste his efforts, there are two ways to break the formation, one is to find the eye of the formation, and the other is to directly use brute force to break it.

Ma Lebang didn't have much research on the formation, so the second method was naturally adopted, and he began to pinch the trick with both hands, and one spell after another swept away the corpses.

Ma Lebang is the spiritual root of the wind system, and the strength of half-step foundation building, every spell is like the wind and clouds, stones and sand flying, the surrounding trees are flying, the boulders are broken, the soil is flying, and the sound of shaking the mountains is continuous.

In Xue Wenrui's opinion, Ma Lebang's surroundings have long been unrecognizable, and those corpse pieces have long since turned into ashes except for the few pieces that occasionally survived.

But looking at the appearance of Na Ma Lebang, he didn't seem to notice this, and he was still there constantly pinching and casting spells.