Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

At this moment, a grievance rushed from Huangquan Road, rolling up the other side of the flower, forming a powerful offensive, directly along the way a few ghosts fly, and hit Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang stepped forward and turned the palm of his hand. He played eight magical symbols and smashed it with the seven-star Longquan sword. He was strung on the sword, his left hand was printed, and his mouth was filled with the wind curse. Eight charms continually rotate around the sword.

"Tian Lingling, the spirit of the earth, the wind and the wind come to show the spirit, urgency as the law!" Ye Shaoyang left the left hand to seal the law, one by the hilt, the eight characters to fight out, a spell whirlwind, flat up, to Rotate forward in front.

As soon as the pony heard the spell, he muttered: "There was such a spell in the world! I thought it was a lie in the TV series."

Guagua Road: "This is called 'Pure Law Mantra', the wind and thunder, these four door spells can be displayed with pure spells, the power is purer and stronger."

The pony glanced at him with amazement. "You are a ghost, how do you know so much?"

Guagua Road: "I have been learning for a few years, I don't know how many Taoist tactics have been used. I started to suffer from losses. Later, when I was angry, I went to Longhushan and stole a few books. I studied myself, although I can’t practice, but also Know yourself and know each other."

The pony rushed his thumbs up. "When the ghost is like you, it is really powerful!"

The whirlwind of the spell collided with the resentment storm formed by the other shore flowers, offsetting each other, and the aftermath shocked several nearby ghosts.

Ye Shaoyang is also not awkward. He directly pulls out the Tianfeng Thunderfire flag from his backpack, and unfolds in the wind. He fights out against Ye Xiaoshuo, his hands are constantly printed, and his mouth reads: "A thought of God, a thunder rolling, a hurricane The fire and the rain turn, and the urgency is like the law!"

The Tianfeng Thunderfire Flag is like a fire dragon, hovering around Ye Xiaoshuo, constantly releasing the fire and falling towards him.

Ye Xiaoshuo's face was sinking, and a grievance broke out from the body, forming an enchantment, fighting against the fire, and consuming each other to form a confrontational trend.

Ye Shaoyang fixedly looked at him and said: "You have no retreat."

"Retreat..." Ye Xiaoshuo smiled. "Ten years ago, the moment I died, there was no retreat."

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and said: "If you don't come tonight, you still have a chance."

Others don't understand, but Ye Xiaoshuu can understand the meaning of this sentence, secretly sighed, his grievances suddenly withdrew into the body, let the fire of the wind and thunder fire flag continue to hit the body, the flesh is a little bit burned There are constantly holes, ghosts and blood, and it looks extremely horrible.

Ye Shaoyang saw the big move in this scene. Is it that at the last moment, Ye Xiaoshuo regretted it and planned to turn it off?

In an attempt to stabilize him, Ye Shaoyang said: "Ye Xiaoshuo, although I am not guilty of sin, I am willing to try to help you."

Ye Xiaoshuo lifted a face full of sores and burned, and Yang Shaoyang sneered. "I just want to... don't leave a way out for myself!"

Finished, stretched out his fingers, inserted his own eyelids, pulled it down, pulled the whole face down, and pulled it apart with the neck and the flesh of the body. The black grievances spread out from the body and annihilated him.

Resentment continued to erode upwards, and the Tianfeng Thunderfire flag was crumbling. Ye Shaoyang’s seals manipulated the hands of Tianfeng Leihuoqi to tremble and felt tremendous pressure.

Suddenly, Ye Xiaoshuo made a screaming anger, anger and anger, and took Ye Shaoyang’s earthquake back two steps. The Tianfeng Thunderfire flag fell and could not fall down.

At this moment, the black cloud formed by grievances dissipated to both sides, and there was a unkempt figure in it. Only the head, the neck down, and a stick-like thing, Ye Xiaoshuo was black and thin, and his expression was extremely faint. It’s a far cry from the handsome image before.

Ghosts! Ye Xiaoshuo's real body appears!

"Ye Shaoyang, let me appreciate the gods of Daomen Tianshi!"

Ye Xiaoshuo screamed, screaming upwards, and the ghosts gathered in front of him, holding the ghosts, and the grievances quickly concentrated on the ghosts—the bottom of the sticks—and attacked Ye Shaoyang.

When the man has not arrived, Ye Shaoyang feels guilty of resentment and feels a chill of the bones. He understands that Ye Xiaoshuu knows that this place is not a place of long battle: although they can come here, they can be regarded as sinister, and the yin is absolutely not Will let go, no matter the 80% of the reinforcements are coming, therefore, he wants quick fix, a move will die!

In the face of Ye Xiaoshuo's full-scale attack, Ye Shaoyang did not dare to neglect, biting his tongue, spraying a blood on the Qixing Longquan sword, his left hand on the sword, a **** print, forming a dragon character, the right hand shaking the long sword, according to Daomen wished by the technique of mystery, drawn four vertical and five horizontal, and read in the mouth: "Vohua Tianwang, lowering Tianyi, heaven and earth Xuanhuang, Yin and Yang magic method, Taiyi Tianzun, rush as law!"

The thumb is pressed on the hilt, and the word "Dragon" written by Tianshi blood is lighted up, attached to the four vertical and five horizontal lines, and the mana burns, and the Longquan sword burns red.

Ye Shaoyang bent his left **** and popped a reprint on the sword front. The long sword moved and made a dragon-like humming sound, hitting Ye Xiaoshuo.

In the past, there were several ghosts who stood in a daze and couldn’t avoid it. They were broken by Jianfeng, and they disappeared on the spot and turned into fine.

After a moment, the ghost sticks and the seven-star Longquan sword peaks, the black grievances and the purple suffocating entangled in one place, carrying out numerous collisions.

Ye Xiaoshuo sneered, Ye Shaoyang's face was calm, no sadness and no joy, the two looked at each other.

"You... defeated." Ye Shaoyang finished, the right hand twisted the hilt, and the suffocating shot came out, instantly defeating the grievances, flying Ye Xiaoshuo's real volley, and sliding on the ground for more than ten meters, 掀Moved a dust, and then quickly climbed up, a hair that was originally upside down, tightly attached to the cheek, with a ghostly blood flowing around the corner of the mouth, looking at Ye Shaoyang with an incredible expression.

Then he gently shook his head and said nothing, turning and heading for the way.

His men, when they saw even the boss ran, where there is still a mind to fight, hurriedly chasing Ye Xiaoshuo, Ye Shaoyang did not chase them, he knows that these little cockroaches will never run out of the yin will be destroyed Off, so turned around and looked at the ghosts.

The danger was eliminated. The eight ghosts stood in a row. Facing Ye Shaoyang, there was no gratitude on his face. Instead, he looked at him majesticly, like a riot police used to isolate the crowd when performing human tasks.

"Father!" Ye Shaoyang muttered, stepping forward to the front of the "people wall". From the beginning of here, he knew that it was his father who was surrounded by several ghosts. This is a kind of father and son. Telepathy, even if it has not been seen for ten years, even if both sides are ghosts, this feeling is still not annihilated, after all, the father has not yet drunk Meng Po Tang.