Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

As you can imagine...

How big is this impact!

See here.

Lin Xiao wasn't nervous at all, but relaxed incomparably.

There is the existence of Yin Shen Dao robe.

Now he can be sure that the female ghost's attack will not be able to kill him.

of course.

It doesn't mean that Lin Xiao is [-]% safe wearing the yin god robe.

If the female ghost came close and sucked his soul, the yin god robe would have no effect.

This thing is immune to physical damage, and if the soul attacks, it will not work.

"Edict!!"

Watching these ghosts approaching.

Lin Xiao threw out all the talismans mixed with the real fire of purgatory in his hand.

But all the ghosts that touch the talisman will be burned by real fire in an instant.

a time.

In the entire courtyard, countless ghosts wailed in pain at the same time.

After howling.

All turned into black air again, swirling in the air.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The ghost in front of Lin Xiao had the most shrill and miserable cry.

and.

Its body did not dissipate!

If I didn't guess wrong, it should be the ontology.

A stream of thick black air surged towards the female ghost's body.

The ensuing effect is that...

Under the cover of black air.

The real fire slowly faded away.

until it all disappears.

But even so.

It can still be seen that the black energy around the female ghost is much thinner than before.

This incidates that……

The real fire of purgatory did indeed cause substantial damage to the female ghost.

"This is... that guy Lin Zhengying's Taoism!"

After watching Lin Xiao's Purgatory Real Fire, weasel showed a trace of fear on his ugly face.

"My master, is it really the legendary Lin Zhengying?"

Liu Qingfeng muttered.

"Ah."

Weasel nodded his head: "Copper coins and swords are real fire in purgatory. Everything shows that your master is indeed Lin Zhengying's apprentice."

"Daxian, look...does my master have a chance of winning now?"

Liu Qingfeng asked cautiously.

"Have."

Huang Daxian said.

Liu Qingfeng regained his energy immediately, his eyes lit up: "How much?"

"Half."

Wong Tai Sin is straight to the point.

Just these two words directly extinguished the hope that had just risen in Liu Qingfeng's heart.

half done?

Not even a tenth.

Can this be considered a chance?

Isn't this a mess?