Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

The brightly lit mansion disappeared without a trace, replaced by the dark mountains.

Where is there any delicious food in front of Qiusheng, only the disgusting thing in the worm is squirming.

"This...is this really a fantasy?"

In ruins, desolate and miserable, there are countless barren hills and graves overgrown with weeds.

Qiusheng's hair stood on end, his back was sweating coldly, and a cold air rose from the soles of his feet.

"It's all fantasy, you're taking it seriously!"

Ye Fan didn't give Qiusheng a good face, and said with contempt: "Do you think you are a suave genius, or a gentleman who surpasses Pan An's talent? Why do the ladies invite you to have a drink?"

Qiusheng opened his mouth, speechless.

He smiled awkwardly and really wanted to say, "Old Tie is heartbroken!"

Of course, he had to know that.

Now, he was only full of bitterness and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Ignoring Qiusheng, Ye Fan stared at Dong Xiaoyu with his eyes fixed, his blood still not subdued.

Dong Xiaoyu is not weak, this is a resentful spirit with decades of cultivation, and he must not take it seriously.

Dong Xiaoyu roared angrily and turned into a white-clothed grievance. The cheeks that were originally beautiful were turned into smashed, squirming maggots, looking extremely terrifying.

"Stinky boy, you're courting death, how dare you ruin my good deeds." Dong Xiaoyu's eyes spewed fire and waved: "Kill him for me!"

Although several low-level ghosts were afraid of Ye Fan, they were even more afraid of Dong Xiaoyu, and flinched at Ye Fan.

Looking at these low-level ghosts, Ye Fan sneered: "There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no door to hell, but you have to break through. I, who are merciful and merciful, can only fulfill you."

"Om!"

Qi and blood vibrated, tearing a few times, punching a few punches, and a bang bang sounded in the air.

Ye Fan fisted the ghosts, qi and blood swept away the yin qi, the ground was constantly torn apart, and the mighty qi and blood burst out, like the sun shining, and it was not weaker than the Taoism of the practitioners.

【Ding!The host kills a low-level ghost, merit points +3]

【Ding!The host kills a low-level ghost, merit points +3]

But in an instant, within twenty meters of Ye Fan's body, all low-level ghosts that approached him turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

In a short period of time, he killed a total of fifteen low-level ghosts and gained 45 points of merit.

Ye Fan sighed secretly in his heart, if it wasn't for me, he would still have a good cat-and-mouse game with these ghosts!

Attacking a low-level ghost once, you can get 1 point of merit, and killing a low-level ghost has 3 points of merit.

No matter how it is calculated, it is a disadvantage to directly kill low-level ghosts, and it is not as smooth as fighting ghosts.

Chapter 37 You Can Hurt Me

When Qiu Sheng saw this scene, he almost shivered.

"Save me, Mr. Ye save me!"

Dong Xiaoyu's body was full of yin, and she looked extremely terrifying at the moment.

Hearing this, she looked at Qiusheng, frowned and said, "Qiusheng, I have never killed you, can you accompany me?"

Qiusheng was so frightened that he stepped back, his head shook like a rattle, and said with grief and anger: "Go away, go away quickly, you resentful spirit, since you confuse me."

Dong Xiaoyu smiled sadly when she heard this, and immediately shouted angrily: "Sure enough, every good thing in the world is a dog with a heart..."

"Ah..." Dong Xiaoyu seemed to be greatly stimulated, and roared up to the sky, looking at Ye Fan and roaring: "It's all you, why do you want to hurt me? I want to kill you."

After she finished speaking, it suddenly turned into a burst of Yin Qi and disappeared.

Ye Fan frowned. If he is a martial artist, if the resentful spirit hides, he really can't see its trace.

However, Ye Fan held his breath and used his sharp perception to sense the movement of Yin Qi.

As long as Dong Xiaoyu makes a move, his super perceptive ability can find clues.

"Shh!"

Dong Xiaoyu suddenly appeared, his black hair like a waterfall turned into a length of more than ten meters, and he slashed like a sharp sword.

When he was about one meter away from Ye Fan, Ye Fan moved like a giant and stepped out, leaving only an unreal afterimage on the spot.

Avoiding the fatal blow, he reached out and grabbed Dong Xiaoyu's hair, flew over at a very fast speed, and punched Dong Xiaoyu's chest.

"Boom!"

Dong Xiaoyu's spirit body flew upside down like a piece of paper, breaking through many vegetation along the way.

There was a burnt hole in her bra.

【Ding!Host attacks Dong Xiaoyu, merit points +5]

"Shh!"

Dong Xiaoyu stood up and stared at Ye Fan coldly, his eyes were full of resentment.

"You are not a Taoist priest!" Dong Xiaoyu asked.