The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

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These ghosts are different from the previous ones. Their corpses and resentful spirits are one, more ferocious, and have higher spiritual power. Ordinary monks can't stop them alone, and even the single disciples were overturned by their palms. into the chest and lungs of a living man—

Puff!

Blood splattered everywhere, and the monk's heart full of aura was devoured by these high-level evil spirits, and the blood dripped down the rotting faces of the evil spirits.

With remnants of meat and blood in its mouth, the ferocious spirit was even more powerful, and it rushed into the crowd again, looking for new prey to bite like a cheetah.

All of a sudden chaos!

Xue Zhengyong shouted: "Hold in groups, don't run around, don't place orders!"

But there were still panicked people running around while crying and shouting. The smell of blood in the air is getting heavier and heavier, evil spirits like a tide, dead people like a tide...

Nangong Si was fighting happily with his bow and string, when suddenly a hanged ghost stuck out his blood red tongue, wrapped around his waist suddenly, and pierced his chest with sharp claws.

Ye Wangxi was far away, and when he turned his head, his face, which had always been calm, suddenly turned pale——

"Si!!"

"Young master!"

At a critical moment, Song Qiutong swooped in with his saber in hand, and plunged into the arm of the hanged ghost. But she hadn't even killed anyone before, let alone such a ferocious ghost, she was so frightened that she let go of her sword once she stabbed it, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The hanged ghost slammed a blow at her in rage, Nan Gongsi drew his bow and changed his sword, blocked in front of her, and shouted at her: "You stay away, go quickly."

Song Qiutong burst into tears, and said: "Qiutong's life was saved by Confucianism, how can he leave now..."

Nangong Si is not good at dealing with women, but seeing her weak figure and firm gaze, his heart moved, but he could not help but curse secretly, "Ye Wangxi!!"

"Ye Wangxi! Get the hell out of here! Protect her for me!"

Ye Wangxi came here bathed in blood, his handsome face was covered with stains, he grabbed Song Qiutong's arm, and said sternly: "Go to Senior Brother Qin, don't run around."

"If I don't leave, I can still help you." She begged, "Young Master, I want to stay by your side."

"Ye Wangxi, you protect her!"

Ye Wangxi's face suddenly became ugly. It is rare for a man with such a gentleman's appearance to be so angry.

"Nangong Si." Every word was trembling and broken between the teeth, "I think you have lost your head."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the two of them, grabbed his sword and swooped up, hiding far away in the pile of corpses.

There are more and more high-level ominous spirits, they are mixed in the crowd, like sharp knives cutting through the belly of fish, peeling off the fish scales, the sticky and shining scales are stained with faint red blood, floating up and down.

Everyone became overwhelmed, and evil spirits surrounded the living people, trying to swallow them all and drag them into the endless hell. The three people, Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mo, faced each other with their backs and resisted the Quartet, but the circle became narrower and narrower. With a bang, Xue Meng cut off the arm of a fierce spirit, and the blood was high.

The attacking ghosts saw that this person was violent, so they went around and rushed to Shi Mo's side. Shi Mo made seals with both hands, but due to the weakening of his strength, the formation of water and light was sometimes dark and sometimes bright...

Seeing that it was difficult to resist, Mo Ran turned his heart and said: "Master Mo, you open a defense, and Xue Meng hides in."

"What?" Xue Meng was furious when he heard it, "You want me to be a bastard?"

"Listen to me and hide in! When is it time to fight, can we kill so many ghosts?"

The teacher said: "Ah Ran, what are you going to do?"

"Don't ask too much, do as I say." Mo Ran slowed down, "It's okay."

The encirclement gradually narrowed, and Mo Ran urged: "Hurry up, it will be too late."

The teacher had no choice but to transform the spell, raising a blue guard light array, and caged himself and Xue Meng in it. Seeing his formation, Mo Ran suddenly took out his sleeve arrows, wiped his palm, and sprinkled blood on the formation to leave his own spiritual power. Then, his eyes were blazing, and he shouted in a low voice: "Still not working?!"

Hearing the sound of ghosts, the brilliance of the flames, every willow leaf is wrapped in blood-red aura, like a sharp knife falling on the vine, the whole section of willow vine suddenly extended Zhang Zhang, Mo Ran closed his eyes, and Chu Wanning was in his mind After several times of killing moves, when he opened his eyes again, there were countless demons and monsters in his eyes.

He took a blow with the volley of hell, sparks burst and flew in all directions.

Mo Ran raised his hand, and the hem of his clothes fluttered.

At that moment, his figure seemed to overlap with the figure of Chu Wanning in his mind, and the movements of the two people were almost identical, without any difference.

"wind."

Destroy! The sky is low!

The two people behind Mo Ran only saw a huge scarlet light array blooming like a red lotus in hell, and the strong wind passed by the ground, like thousands of shadowless knives, ghosts danced into phantoms in Mo Ran's hands, Wherever it passed, sand and gravel flew, and countless ominous spirits were swept and engulfed by the turbulent airflow, and instantly smashed into minced meat! !

Chu Wan Ning Tian asked the "wind" of group killing.

Mo Ran has learned nine points of similarity...

The gust of wind gradually stopped, and the surrounding area was vast, and there were no bones left, not a single piece of armor left.

Looking back, Xue Meng and Shi Mo's faces were full of astonishment. Mo Ran was too late to be happy, and only felt that he had not learned well enough on weekdays. If he could immediately restore his cultivation base in the past, there would be gaps in this mere ghost world. Let them be so stretched.

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