Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

In an instant, within a radius of three miles, the daytime suddenly became Shura's purgatory.

Phantoms crisscrossed, and the netherworld fire swept out from the magic lamp like a wave.

"This is?" Uncle Jiu's face changed drastically, as if thinking of great terror.

"Inverting yin and yang, controlling ghosts, this Qingming magic lamp is an ancient underworld weapon." Mao Xiaofang smiled wryly, with despair in his eyes: "I didn't expect the lamp god to arouse its greatest power."

Hearing Mao Xiaofang's words, Ah Chu and Xiao Hai kept trembling, and Uncle Jiu also looked terrified.

"Is the ghost lamp very powerful?" Ye Fan stood still and said calmly.

Seeing his calm appearance, Uncle Jiu and the others calmed down a little.

Mao Xiaofang didn't have time to answer, seeing countless fire spirits approaching, he quickly grabbed a handful of welfare and waved them in all directions.

Those talismans were fixed in mid-air, and the cinnabar on them was shining with scorching light.

"Nine Palaces Divine Fire Formation!"

Mao Xiaofang stomped his feet violently, raised his mana to the limit, and roared angrily.

"Crackling!"

The nine talismans burned out of thin air, and turned into nine ten-meter-high pillars of fire in an instant.

The flames rose and blazed, protecting Uncle Jiu and the others in a small space.

Those ferocious and fierce fire spirits roared towards them, and when they hit the pillar of fire, they would make shrill screams.

Many fire spirits were wiped out on the spot when they encountered the pillar of fire.

After Mao Xiaofang cast the spell, he was already sweating profusely, and his physical strength was a little exhausted.

If it weren't for the support of the two apprentices, he would have collapsed on the ground on the spot.

"A mere immortal master, I'm ashamed to come out and make a fool of myself."

Beyond the pillar of fire, the ethereal voice of the lamp god resounded.

His voice haunts the world, erratic.

And the world in all directions has long been reduced from day to night, only the roar of the fire spirit, the blue fire is fierce, and his figure cannot be seen clearly at all.

Chapter 1089 Your eyesight is dull, this is supernatural power!

"And you kid, aren't you crazy? Why are you so stunned? I want you to taste the pain of burning your body and ghosts devouring your soul."

The lamp god laughed out loud, with a crazy smile all over his face.

Surrounded by whirling fire spirits, the cyan sea of ​​flames is slowly pressing down, and the outermost part is the darkness where you can't see your fingers.

As if falling from heaven to hell in an instant, everyone trembled.

Ah Chu and Xiao Hai held onto Mao Xiaofang's arm tightly, only in this way could they barely faint from the fright.

Mao Xiaofang wiped off his sweat, braced his body, and thought about countermeasures.

"Mr. Ye, the Qingming Magic Lamp is an ancient thing. You must destroy the illusion condensed by the fire spirit, or you will be burned to death by the Qingming Earth Fire."

"Oh!" Ye Fan didn't care, and said with great interest: "What is the origin of your Qingming Magic Lamp?"

Everyone was stunned, when is this, are you still in the mood to explore these things?

Uncle Jiu didn't quite know the origin of the Qingming Magic Lamp. Mao Xiaofang went through the storm, suppressed his anxiety, and hurriedly explained: "The Qingming Magic Lamp is said to be the ancient god of hell, who took the body of the ancient demon god and added countless fairy gold gods. Iron, made with Qingming Earth Fire."

"There are tens of thousands of fire spirits in the Qingming Magic Lamp. Once released, it will turn a few miles around into a realm of darkness."

"It is rumored that someone once obtained the magic lamp of the underworld, and used it to forcefully trap the strong Nascent Soul, and then killed him."

"Three hundred years ago, when the Qing army entered the pass, the owner of that generation of the Qingming Magic Lamp used the Qingming Magic Lamp to create the Underworld. One weapon swallowed a hundred thousand Ming troops, changing hands, and the Great Ming collapsed!"

Mao Xiaofang tried to speed up his speech, panting: "The spirit of this Qingming Magic Lamp must be stronger than those who used to own it, you can't be careless."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to know this god very well. It's a pity that no matter whether you are careless or not, it is just a dream to live under my hands."

When the lamp god heard the words, he sneered sarcastically.

"Really?" Ye Fan chuckled, waved his hand, the yin and yang qi condensed, and the yin and yang magic knife condensed in his hand.

I saw black and white brilliance flickering in the void.

The Yin-Yang Divine Knife exudes terrifying coercion, black and white brilliance shines, and the ghosts all over the sky shriek and dodge in all directions.

Those who were unable to dodge in time became flying ashes under the knife, and were directly swallowed by the Yin-Yang divine knife.

The black curtain of the void was marked by a cut, and strands of black and white brilliance sprinkled down, like the rays of light projected from the gaps in the dark clouds.

This world is finally much brighter, it is no longer as scary as Qing Youyou's.

"Your magic weapon can devour ghosts?"

The shrill cry of the Djinn resounded in the void, and his face was full of disbelief.

Everyone followed the prestige and caught the white light emitted by the Yin-Yang Divine Knife, and finally saw that the lamp god was hiding far away, holding the Qingming magic lamp emitting a faint green light in his hand.

"Hehe, your eyesight is dull, this is not a magic weapon, but a supernatural power!"

Ye Fan waved his hand lightly as he spoke, and the Yin-Yang Sword returned to his hand, and said slowly: "As long as I want to, I will kill you like a chicken, just crush it."