Under one person: You also said that you are not an evil cultivator!

Chapter 96 I am the direction, I am good and bad luck!
Xue Fan looked at the black ghost in the sky, his eyes were a little absent-minded, and his trembling fingers stretched out and lightly touched the tail of a ghost.

In an instant, the soul seemed to have stepped into a hurricane, and in an instant it was crushed and extracted, and the tearing pain swept through the whole body.

Unlike ordinary pain, the stabbing pain of the soul penetrates deep into the bone marrow, completely irresistible.

When the severe pain swept over, he pulled out his finger, only to find that there was no life on it, the skin and flesh and blood had been turned into fly ash, and even the white bones no longer existed after being gently twisted.

As an expert in playing with souls, he painstakingly grinds them with corpse poison every night, and feeds them with corpse gas. After so many years of perseverance, he added corpse poison to Xiao Zifan, but now it's as ridiculous as a play.
"The end of this world."

"When will it be fair?"

He looked blankly at the 20-year-old young man in the air who didn't care about him at all, tears from the corners of his eyes fell on the filial piety banner in his hand, "Brother, back then"

"You were at this age back then, weren't you?"

Xiaozifan is the name given to it by people in the circle, and he didn't mind it, so he simply admitted it. At that time, he thought that blood relatives were nothing to worry about, and it was a family honor to be the cornerstone of the crying grave line. Also willing.

He stood up unsteadily, the filial son banner in his hand was a little unsteady.

"Father, if I listen to you and don't do this, your grandson will be about the same age by now."

Only he can hear the sad voice, maybe Xiao Zifan can also hear it.

He likes to use ghosts to imitate his second uncle, the tone of the master and the others, so that he will not be so lonely when fighting, but he never dares to imitate his strict father, although his father is the first one after knowing his decision. He is also the only one who voluntarily turns into a ghost on the streamer
Looking at the ghosts dancing wildly in the sky, he suddenly became homesick, thinking of the home he filled in the filial piety banner.

Compared with Su Ming's Soul Banner, the Dutiful Son Banner in his hand was like a pitch-black wooden stick, weak and pitiful. The moment he waved it, seven ghosts appeared in front of him.

It's just that these ghosts couldn't even maintain their shape, and could only turn into clouds of gray mist, which didn't even cause any waves in the dark tide that filled the sky.

"I fought with you!"

Although it is said to be fighting, but when the body shoots out with the ghosts, it doesn't even have any murderous intentions. It can even keep its speed in the middle of the slow ghosts, making them look more like a neat family. .

What greeted his smiling face was the first cluster of ghosts gushing out from Su Ming's body, there were more than 100 of them, and they were mighty and mighty to meet his impact.

puff.
The small sound of the corpse falling to the ground was not even comparable to Su Ming's ghostly howl.

Su Ming also just glanced at the idiot who was about to die. There was not even the slightest wave in his dark eyes. He originally thought that this was the biggest nemesis of his soul. After all, Shen Chong's hands and Xia He's arms were his healers. OK, but now.
Very disappointed.

The last one like this, the guy who went crazy just looking at it without even handing in his hands was named Zhao.

For such a person, apart from saying "shame", he didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. He just silently waved his open arms forward, which meant the official start of this feast.

At this moment, Yuan Tao is like a spring of hell, countless ghosts are like a spring that cannot wait, chaotic and disorderly but with only one goal.

The turbulent ghosts are like scattered waterfalls, rushing towards the western edge of the ring, the speed of the ghosts is not fast, but no one dares to touch them, one, two, ten, hundreds
The empty corner was gradually filled by howling ghosts, and then a huge wall with a height of three feet was piled up, overflowing to the center like a deadly black venom, rolling towards Yuan Tao's wind direction.

Su Ming followed behind the black wall, dripping a series of saliva on the ground. This may not be the best way to fight, but it is the safest way. One ghost has limited effect, and a hundred ghosts can't touch anyone. What about a thousand ghosts?
Just like the darkness in Dayan's world, it penetrates through every hole, and you will die if you touch it, this is the horror of Su Ming's soul banner.

In the same way, Su Ming absolutely believed in Wang Ye's extraordinary style, as he could tell from the fact that all the people who tried their best to avoid them rushed towards the center of the ring.

Yuan Tao may not know until now that the direction he looked at Xue Fan just now is empty, and the direction he is now panicking is the center of the ring.

But in fact, he only had this choice, and like everyone else, Quan Xing at this time was like a group of ants gathering in the center of the ring, panicking when he watched the black magic flames pouring in from the opposite side.

"No! Our direction is wrong!"

Yuan Tao finally found out the problem when he took a whole shoe away from his face, his eyes were extremely serious.

He tried to take a few steps in the opposite direction of the wall of ghosts, but found that the distance between the two sides had been shortened by a large amount.

"Not right!"

At this time, a lot of cold sweat had accumulated on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

"It's the basic spells of warlocks that dazzle and fascinate you!" Yuan Tao is worthy of being a full-fledged veteran, and the extent to which he has been well-informed during his lifetime in the rivers and lakes can be seen.

But recognizing it does not mean that the crisis is eliminated. This dazzle is to change their five senses, which can be changed at any time. Even if they are really aware of the real direction of the wind, the next step may not be correct.

"Old Ghost Yuan, this is the juncture. If you can't wait to change your selfish temper?"

The roar made Wu Xiaozhong's goatee tremble, and his eyes widened every time he said a word.

He is also among the crowd now. As for his opponent, Rong Shan, he is lying on the edge of the battlefield with his body covered in purple. He is almost dead. He is more than 40 years older than Rong Shan, and he uses a weapon that has almost no restrictions on his body. Gu poison, of course, is more than enough.

"Is it possible that I don't know what spell dazzlement is? It's for children warlocks to lay the foundation! It's already researched that it can make people do a trance for a moment. If you know it, tell it. If you don't know it, just say it." Don't be silly!"

Yuan Tao glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Just because he recognized this technique, he was even more surprised.

From time to time, a ghost sprang out of the black wall composed of ghosts, looking at them with eager eyes, as if they couldn't wait.

And in the eyes of all people, the wall is unspeakable horror, everyone knows that the second the two meet is the end of everyone's life, just like they can see the end of the lifeline step by step Approaching them, there was nothing to do but panic.

"Look!"

Finally, Yuan Tao let out a low growl, and focused everyone's panicked eyes on him.

Then he took a step forward, and felt the change, so he smashed out the beads in his hand in an instant. Although the next step obviously stepped in the wrong direction, and his body was staggered due to the change of five senses, but the direction of throwing Jiulongzi was accurate!

He can ignore Wu Xiaozhong's other words, but the strange Taoist's technique is really outrageous. If he doesn't make a demonstration, everyone may die here.

Then he turned his head to look at Wu Xiaozhong, with a low voice, "I will set foot for you, use your poisonous miasma to spread in the soil, there is no solution except to kill Su Ming!"

Everyone could see that even though Yuan Tao's shot was clearly on the left in their eyes just now, the bead was indeed approaching the black wall now.

They saw hope, beyond the black wall was Su Ming's position, Wu Xiaozhong was no exception, just nodded quietly and waited for Yuan Tao to point him in the direction.

As expected of an old Jianghu, Yuan Tao took another step, only relying on that moment of trial and error to grasp the correct position, and then threw out three more Long Jiuzi in his hand.

The moment Wu Xiaozhong threw it out, he spit out a three-colored centipede from his mouth. After it appeared, it immediately burrowed into the soil, and then turned into a thin line of colored soil and rushed towards the black wall.

Their attacks are ineffective against the ghosts, which means that the ghosts cannot resist their attacks.

Everyone stared at their respective fronts intently, although what they saw were those two powerful attacks.

Wu Xiaozhong and others may not understand it, but Yuan Tao's Long Jiuzi directly represented his strength in shooting. This time, throwing four at once almost threw out all the strength except self-protection.

He is bound to win this blow!

"Stop making fearless struggles."

But when a black cloth shoe with white leggings appeared in everyone's eyes, the four nine dragons and one poisonous line seemed to have stagnated in place.

"In my Fenghou Qimen, time is just a scale to record everything, so the caster who masters the changes in this array also masters time, so if you want to wait for this attack to land on Su Ming "

Having said that, Wang also walked forward slowly and stopped in front of the first Dragon Nine Son, then stretched out his finger and poked lightly.

boom!
The crisp sound, accompanied by the scene where Long Jiuzi shattered like a jelly bean, appeared in everyone's disbelieving eyes.

Wang also stretched lazily, "Don't even think about it."

This is Fenghou Qimen, which is different from other warlocks stepping on the direction to find good or bad luck. In this Fenghou Qimen, he is the direction, and he is good or bad.

The time, space, and four-pan birth and control are all formulated by him. It can almost be understood that this is a small world that Wang also brought himself. In this small world, he is the creator god.

"Is it enough?"

Suddenly, Su Ming's wind-like voice sounded in his ears, and when he turned his head, he saw Su Ming's figure already behind him.

"If I pretend enough, I'm going to have dinner."

Only the silhouette of a person was exposed from the mass of dark ghosts. Su Ming's dark eyes showed a few rays of light, and then he directly stuffed a black stick into his arms.

"Meeting ceremony, I hope you like it."

Su Ming has played with this thing before, but it's just another form of the soul flag, it's useless to him, but sending it out may mean that the evil cultivator camp has added a strong fighter.
(End of this chapter)