Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 89 Overcoming Resentful Spirits [1]

All of a sudden, a black mass of resentful spirits rolled around like a snowball and rushed towards her quickly.

Zhuge Canglan was startled, he didn't have time to think about it, his body jumped up almost reflexively, flew to the top of the gazebo, and only then did he hide.

These ghosts are invisible black energy, and they are even more difficult to deal with than those ghosts.

Especially since they are so numerous.

Zhuge Canglan glanced at the surrounding sky, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the resentment was coming from all directions.

Even with the spell of Dust on her body, she still felt those grievances tightening her neck.

As the number of resentful spirits increased, Zhuge Canglan tried her best, flooding, wind blowing, lightning strikes, fire... She tried all the same methods.

But - not much effect!
Those dark and unpredictable, like endless vengeful spirits, haunted her out of breath.

Zhuge Canglan felt more and more difficult to parry, the spiritual power in his body had not yet fully recovered, how could [-]% to [-]% of his skill be enough to deal with so many wraiths.

Jin Mi is a child at heart, she was so frightened that she hid in her hair and held on tightly to her hair, not daring to move.

Dust Kong that bastard...

To the wine is the bastard,

Zhuge Canglan A gust of wind blows away another wave of resentful spirits.

Turning his head and yelling angrily: "Chenkong, you fucking haven't shot yet."

She really thought that Chen Kong was drunk.

But just now, she clearly saw Chenkong's inseparable pottery bowl almost rolled out of his sleeve, and he - stretched out his claws to catch it immediately.

She is such a fucking money-greedy monk, she really wants to skin him alive.

Chenkong sat up straight, and said without embarrassment at all: "Hey... little benefactor, you are a girl's family, it's better not to... be so rude..."

Zhuge Canglan picked up a skull under a peach tree and kicked it towards Chenkong: "Don't want your sister,"

Chen Kong dodged sideways, straightened out the folds of his clothes, and asked in surprise: "Hey, how does the little benefactor know that the poor monk has a younger sister in the secular world..."

"roll……"

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Zhuge Canglan really wished he could bite Chenkong to death with one bite, and repel the resentful spirits who were about to come to him, and finally he withdrew and came to his side.

Stepped on his foot, crushed it twice, and said viciously: "Hurry up, find a way..."

Chen Kong gritted his teeth in pain, "Little benefactor, we are friends, how could you put such a heavy hand...uh, feet..."

Zhuge Canglan gritted his teeth: "If it wasn't for my friend, I would have killed you with my sword."

A gratified expression suddenly appeared on Chen Kong's face: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is really kind to the poor monk, and you, the poor monk, are committed to it."

"Stop talking nonsense, think of a way, MD is here again..."

The resentful spirits flying around seemed to be controlled by someone, tangled together, forming a huge black cloud, overwhelming them.

Just when they were about to suppress the two of them, Dust Kong quickly condensed a barrier, covering him and Zhuge Canglan.

Zhuge Canglan could finally breathe a sigh of relief, she is not a person who likes to swear, but... now she really wants to scold Chenkong.

This bastard, obviously so powerful, actually watched her almost die fighting alone with a group of ghosts.

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