Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 198
"Selling stinky tofu, stinky tofu~"

Qiu Sheng shouted loudly and looked left and right, looking for traces of ghosts.

Meng Fan stood nearby, trying his best to control his vitality, making him look like an old turtle in hibernation.

Otherwise, when the Ghost King and his ilk arrive, will we eat tofu or be greedy for his body?

"Senior brother, it turns out that sometimes it's not a good thing if your cultivation level is too high." Qiu Sheng said half-jokingly, with yellow talismans all over his body.

"..."

This is definitely a fallacy and a joke.

But Meng Fan's blood energy is really too exaggerated. In the eyes of the Ghost King, it is like a bright light. Ordinary talismans cannot seal it at all, so he can only control it with all his strength.

However, if the strength is strong enough and the blood energy becomes more and more vigorous, and it can overthrow the ghost king and his ilk, how can it be so troublesome?
"coming."

Just as Meng Fan was about to answer, he suddenly saw a ghostly figure appearing in a dark corner hundreds of meters ahead, with fluttering white clothes and a strong aura.

Immediately afterwards, there were more and more ghosts.

There is no need to feel strange about their gathering, this is instinct——

When their spiritual wisdom was still there, they were wary of each other. But now that they are in a large formation, their spiritual consciousness is ignorant, and out of their desire for the evil spirit, the ghost kings have become the biggest magnet, attracting ghost generals and fierce ghosts. , similar to group booking...cold?

"Senior brother, what are you doing?" Qiu Sheng subconsciously stretched his hands to his waist.

There was a hundred-year-old mahogany sword there, which made the ghosts instinctively hate it, but they couldn't resist the temptation of the tofu fragrance and moved closer to it step by step.

No wonder Qiu Sheng reacted like this, there was not just one ghost king at the moment. Meng Fan raised his eyes and saw eight figures with powerful auras among the ghosts.

Counting the other ghost generals, if they were to resist head-on, they would be torn alive!

"Put down the tofu, and let's take a hundred steps back. When these guys finish eating, we will no longer hide our auras and run towards the innate Bagua formation arranged by our uncle and the others."

After saying that, Meng Fan glanced at Qiu Sheng, who was tense all over, and added: "I will take you when the time comes."

"Fly?"

"That's it."

The elders all praise themselves for their strong magical power, but only I know that it is actually far from enough. After all, it is really uncomfortable to be able to fly but be restricted everywhere.

Of course, in the eyes of Qiu Sheng and others, if they occasionally tap the ground to use force, they can fly far away, which is already flying.

Following Meng Fan's instructions, Qiu Sheng let go of the handle of the cart and pushed it back little by little. He quickly adjusted his body and mind to ensure that he would not fall off the chain at the critical moment.

"Don't worry, wait until they finish eating and their status is weakened to the maximum extent."

"Well, brother."

The abandoned cart was crowded with ghosts, fighting and pushing, and a huge one-eyed ghost king wanted to put its head into the tofu bucket.

From beginning to end, they did not realize that the tofu was "poisonous" and would weaken themselves in all aspects. Instead, they fought to eat it.

soon.

Two large barrels of special tofu were bottomed out, and even the barrels themselves were torn into hundreds of pieces, as if the flavor could be extracted from the wood chips.

According to Meng Fan's observation, there are some relatively weak ghosts who cannot squeeze in because they are at the bottom of the list. They just wander around the outer circle and howl.

However, even a piece of tofu can't be grabbed, so there is no need to weaken it.

"go!"

In a word.

Qiu Sheng immediately tore off the yellow talisman holding his breath, and Meng Fan no longer restrained himself, his blood energy completely exploded, as if he was afraid that the ghosts wouldn't be able to see him.

Black mist billowed.

The ghost's voice is vicious.

The group headed by the eight ghost kings immediately transformed into mobile ghosts and rushed towards Meng Fan.

The two are chasing each other.This group of demonic beings controlled by instinct did not put too much pressure on Meng Fan because they were weakened in advance. At least he could guarantee that he could successfully reach the suburbs and meet with Uncle Jiu and Master Four before his magic power was exhausted. Bo meets.

At extreme speed, a distance of only ten miles would be skipped in a few dozen breaths.

Qiu Sheng felt a little dizzy, especially when he jumped from the towering tower, he was so scared that he lost his mind.

However, reason told him that in this case, the sooner the better, otherwise it would be torn into pieces and become an after-dinner snack.

As for dinner?
Of course it’s Meng Fan!
Qiu Sheng is self-aware and knows that in the eyes of ghosts, his senior brother is the delicious meal. He dare not say that the effect is similar to that of Tang Monk's meat. A piece of it can compete with the heaven and earth for longevity, but his flesh and blood can definitely make the ghost king's cultivation greatly improve.

When the boy's thoughts were changing rapidly, the mana in Meng Fan's body was nearly exhausted, and the ghost mist was approaching, and a chill ran down his neck. Fortunately, the Maoshan Jade Pendant fed him back in time, and his speed increased to a higher level again.

If he hadn't been focused on escaping, he would have noticed that this time the Maoshan Jade Pendant was extremely powerful, providing almost continuous mana support.

Therefore, not only does its own speed not decrease, but it gets faster and faster, if God helps!

"coming."

"The speed is really..."

In an open space on the outskirts, eight stone pillars stand. They cannot be said to reach the sky, but they are no lower than ten meters. There are also giant talismans attached to them, hanging from the top.

Except for the leader Shi Jian, the eight most advanced Taoist priests from the previous generation of Maoshan stood firmly and provided magic power to the formation. At the same time, they looked up into the distance and exclaimed in amazement.

"Junior brother Qianhe is blessed."

The four eyes sighed with emotion.

Uncle Jiu agreed and let out a long sigh of relief. If anything happened to Meng Fan, his nephew, because of this, he would feel very sorry.

"Humph!"

Shi Shaojian's face was ashen.

On the side, leader Shi Jian led three junior brothers who had completely surrendered, and Shi Shiran walked towards the direction of the formation.

But his eyes fell on Meng Fan, and he was silent for a long time. He felt regretful in his heart. It would be great if all the junior brothers were not nearby. This was obviously the best time——

With a group of ghosts chasing him behind him, all he had to do was take action and block his extreme speed a little to complete the murder with a borrowed knife.

Once Meng Fan died, his son's position as head of the family was firmly established.

Once Qiu Sheng dies, the huge hatred he had with Lin Jiu back then will be revealed.

Thinking of this, Shi Jian cut off all the distracting thoughts. He had missed the opportunity now and could no longer pursue it. He could just look for opportunities in the future...

"Uncle, all uncles."

"Follow the mission!"

After saying this, Meng Fan stood still in the center of the formation with Qiu Sheng in his hands, looking around at the ghost figures.

Almost at the same time, the innate Bagua array opened, forming a golden array above the head.

The second uncle, the ninth uncle, the fourth uncle, the banner-bearing uncle, the sword-wielding uncle...

They all jumped off the stone pillars.

Specially made tofu and Bagua diagram.

With the two superimposed, the Ghost King didn't have much power to resist, let alone the miscellaneous fish. He had no consciousness and no threat at all, and he was spinning in circles.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh……"

Qiu Sheng pinched his brows and calmed down for a while, then said in a deep voice: "It's okay, this is more powerful than a galloping horse."

"There's nothing we can do, but our mission is completed this time, so we can just sit back and watch. These ghosts will be wiped out soon."

When he said this, Meng Fan seemed to mean something. His eyes penetrated the ghost bodies and looked at Shi Jian, who was wearing black and white Taoist robes.

(End of this chapter)