Chapter 117: Ghost Magic

"Since when?"

Xu Cheng suddenly said with a smile.

"Click"

"Click. ”

It's the sound of broken paper.

Xu Cheng looked up at Shen Tu, the wolf brush in Shen Tu's hand at this moment had already penetrated deeply into Xu Cheng's heart in the painting, but at this moment, he couldn't move forward, even if he saw the bright red heart, the heart that was still beating, couldn't move

Because this illusion is shattered.

"Noise, popularity, shouting, screaming, that's right, that's right. Xu Cheng lowered his head and muttered calmly.

At this moment, the noisy voice of words kept coming into Xu Cheng's ears, and the world seemed to be boiling.

Xu Cheng seemed to have just arrived in the bustling red dust world from the temples in the deep mountains and rivers, and everything was so noisy.

"What is Senior Brother Shentu doing?"

"Senior Brother Shentu once said that he wanted to paint a fan that could put the mountains, rivers, earth, and stars of all ages, and now I'm afraid that this Xucheng has fallen into jìnqù, look at the white fan behind Xucheng. ”

"The place is red. ”

"I'm afraid that fan has sucked enough blood from Xu Cheng, and I'm afraid that this Xu Cheng will not be able to come out for the rest of his life. ”

"Really?"

"Otherwise, where do you think those ghosts and military spirits released by Senior Brother Shentu came from?"

"He woke up. ”

"No way. ”

Xu Cheng looked at Shen Tu, who had been holding a wolf's hair, drawing on a pitch-black ink.

On the ink-black fan, every time Shen Tu painted a little pattern, the pattern would disappear, and at this moment, Xu Cheng came out, and the pattern could no longer disappear.

Xu Cheng touched his back.

The whole fan was spinning towards Xu Cheng's heart, but without that illusion, the fan was also between Xu Cheng's palms, and it was just a plaything.

Suddenly, my palms hurt.

Xu Cheng subconsciously let go, and the fan turned into a white bat, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the black painting between Shen Tu's palms and disappeared.

After Shen Tu put the fan into his sleeve, he stood up, looked at Xu Cheng and said with a pale face: "Master, why don't you stay a few more days in my painting?"

Xu Cheng was silent.

At the moment, he had no scars on his body.

Only the back, almost out of the cervical vertebrae, a deep scar to the bone.

"Smack. Shen Tu actually applauded at this moment and said with a smile.

Xu Cheng didn't say much, everything today was weird, and he just said lightly: "Senior brother, please continue to advise." ”

People around you.

Looking at Xu Cheng at this moment, he also paid some attention to it, after all, not everyone was able to penetrate the phantom array, the painting was weird, and it was even more weird in the hands of that Shentu, nothing could be turned into nothing, and nothing was like being in the palm of that Shentu's hand.

Senior Brother Shentu said: "Senior Brother has another trick, you come to kànkàn." Senior brother, your divine consciousness is not something that you can have at this stage, but it is not a spiritual method and a wonderful technique, how about it?"

Shen Tu asked softly.

The white fan and the black fan were stained with blood at the same time.

"Tear Pull"

Although there was no língqì, but at the wrist of Na Shentu, a few openings were still drawn, ticking, ticking, dyeing the fan red, and mountains and rivers gradually appeared between the fans, but in the end, the elimination domain was invisible.

In the end, it turned into a small banner.

It's the onihata.

The banner that is not the Supreme Elder has all kinds of evil ghosts, but it is still a little ghostly at the moment.

"Senior brother is in the Ghost Peak, what do you know about the way to control ghosts, why don't you let the senior brother test it for you, okay?." ”

"What is this?" The people below, looking at the two of them at this moment, still reached such an extent, and they all began to look at them without blinking, lest they miss any excitement, and to zhīdào a level of fighting like Shen Tu is almost a great improvement process for those of them who can understand.

The hundred ghost flags in the fan actually rose in the wind.

Shen Tu suddenly turned the fan horizontally, and countless ghosts, suddenly like countless evil ghosts in the Wraith Realm in the Three Thousand Worlds, swarmed out, but they could only keep wasting in that fan.

Shen Tu suddenly shouted, "Go." ”

The two fans, in an instant, merged into one, turned into a black weird fan, and the fan depicted a hundred ghosts walking at night and ten thousand beasts bathing in the moon.

A lump of língqì mixed with Na Shen Tu's blood surged into Shen Tu's body in an instant.

Shen Tu's face suddenly turned pale.

"Ghost magic. ”

Shen Tu chuckled.

I was surprised, Senior Brother Shentu actually merged the ghosts that could not appear in the hundred ghost flags with the help of the blood, soul, and the yin and yang fan, and merged it into himself, so it was really a bit ingenious, and at this moment Shentu was still no longer Shentu.

There are ghosts and evil spirits, and crazy spells.

It also has the wisdom, divine thoughts and strains that ghosts do not have.

At this moment, Shentu is like a half-human and half-ghost, but it is different, língqì is the origin of heaven and earth, the true meaning of the evolution of all things, this Shentu is like a mimicry, and the língqì changes this appearance with the help of paintings.

The ghost looked at Na Shentu at this moment, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.

The deputy peak master said: "What is the painting road?"

Ghost Underworld Dao: "There are three thousand ways of heaven and earth, the Tao can be achieved, painting is also one of them, the demon is also one of them, and the immortal is also one of them, compared to this, it's just that this painting is too remote and too narrow, but if this Shentu junior can expand one, maybe he can also reach the height of the Taishang Elder." ”

The deputy peak master nodded, with a pretty face, with a little surprise, and then asked, "Can Xu Cheng win?"

The Lord of the Ghost Peak looked down at the dice in his palm for a while, and the dice kept tumbling with colorful colors, constantly changing, and finally became a point, a little black, as dull as ink. The Lord of the Ghost Peak shook his hand and said, "Heaven and earth have luck, and all things have growth, maybe." ”

Xu Cheng felt a wave of terror coming, he zhīdào This is the ghost thing after the transformation, and it is the cold divine thought that there is called a ghost thought, and at this moment, he actually let this Shentu simulate, which can be seen that the next thing will be a hard battle.

Shen Tu was smiling at the moment, a face that was so white that he could see the blood vessels, two blue lips, one by one, and the voice was transmitted, this voice was more like being squeezed out, not like talking.

"I won't kill you, so there is only one move, I hope you can catch it! If you catch it, even if you win, if you catch it, I will lose" After Shen Tu finished speaking, he made a move, and there should be no room for Xu Cheng to answer.

"Ghost magic. ”

"Senro. ”

Shen Tu said softly.

Two fingers stretched out in an instant, claws deep into the white bones.

A purple aura swirled and turned into a purple jumping thing, revealing everything on it.