Super Great Fortune Teller

"You know what? If these guys fight hard, I may have to pay some more. But now, I can minimize the loss. " The ghost came out with a very proud smile.

Wang Qian just frowned and said, "it doesn't matter."

"Well! indifferent? Master Wang, I'm afraid you won't know where you lost until you die! Are you still talking hard? " The ghost said scornfully.

At this time, a group of kids had already brought Wang Qian to the front of the four stakes.

Not far away, there are some skeletons tied to some wooden piles.

Although the skeletons lost all their flesh and blood, the only bones were twitching there.

Some kids cut up the bones and put them together again.

It was a terrible scene.

"Master Wang, come up." The shadow points to the instrument of torture.

Wang Qian shrugged his shoulders and gave up resistance.

Those kids tied Wang Qian to four wooden piles.

Then the ghost came down slowly.

Up to now, he was completely sure that Wang Qian had really lost his cultivation.

Those people can't be fake.

Then the little ghosts tied Wang Qian to the stake in a big shape.

Ghost holding a bloody long knife, trying to chop.

But Wang Qian said, "wait a minute!"

The ghost stopped and said with a smile: "what? Did Master Wang regret it? "

Wang Qian said, "if I die, what will you do to bainiameijia?"

Wang Qian, this is also a tentative question.

The ghost said grimly, "the association of Yin Yang teachers should have been eradicated long ago! Master Wang, you'd better worry about yourself! "

With a ferocious look on his face, he chopped at Wang Qian with a sword.

Killing people is killing the heart.

After killing the heart, what he wants to do is to kill people.

However, the next second, when his sword was cut on Wang Qian, two sparks burst out from the edge of the sword as if it were cut on the cold iron of ten thousand years.

"This..."

The ghost was stunned. He looked at the bloody sword in his hand.

This is the soul of Japan's top magic sword. How could Wang Qian not be captured with this sword?

"How can it be? You... "

However, Wang Qian said innocently: "you've been laying out for so long Just to tickle me? "

Hearing Wang Qian's taunt, the ghost swung his sword heavily again.

"Mole ant, do you know the identity of the sword?! This is Budu soul sword! Kill the spirits! Die

Then he chopped Wang Qian's neck.

His face showed an extremely ferocious look, and the sword stood on Wang Qian's neck, emitting a terrible red light.

However, to the red astigmatism! With a loud sound, the long sword was smashed.

The kids who had just escorted Wang Qian in all showed a look of shock.

Creaky ran to the distance.

They also seem to be aware of Wang Qian's unusual.

"Hell of fire!" The ghost gave a cry.

The kids around disappeared.

Wang Qian appeared in a sea of fire.

The terrible flame turned into a fierce ghost and rushed at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian was wrapped up in those flames.

"This is the fire of hell! Wang Qian, I want you to bear all the pain in the world and die! " The ghost cried angrily.

Among the flames, Wang Qian sat on the ground bored.

Those flames did not pose any threat to his glazed body.

Until a few seconds later, the ghost removed the flame and shocked his eyes.

He found that Wang Qian was sitting there unscathed.

"You Isn't it possible to lose cultivation? "

"Oil pot hell!" Then the ghost waved again.

Wang Qian immediately sat in a horrible oil pan.

A few minutes later, the ghost again found that he had done all this in vain.

"How can it be?"

By now, his world view has collapsed.

"You have clearly entered my Yin Yang mirror, how can you not be affected..." Murmured the ghost.

"It's really a yin-yang mirror. I guess it's right. The reason why this yin-yang tower is so strange is that it's built for the yin-yang mirror! After being nourished by so many ghosts, the yin-yang mirror can't hurt me. It's really disappointing. " Wang Qian said and stood up directly from the oil pan.

In front of Wang Qian, the ghost quickly retreated several hundred meters.

And then he stretched out his hand.Come on, come on!

There are countless sharp blades on the ground.

Sword mountain hell!

However, Wang Qian stepped on those sharp blades directly.

The sharp blades crumbled under Wang Qian's feet.

The ghost retreated again.

"That's your arrangement. It's really useless."

Wang Qian gave a disdainful smile.

"How could..."

Now, the bottom of Kawakawa Shinichi's heart began to chill.

But fortunately, his noumenon is not here. It's just a wisp of his soul.

Seeing that Wang Qian was not able to get him, the ghost figure began to dissipate.

Wang Qian knew that this guy was trying to escape, but Wang Qian didn't even chase him, so he punched out directly.

Bang! It's a big noise.

After Wang Qian hit the ground.

There was a terrible crack in the ground.

This crack extends straight ahead, and the hell in front of it is crumbling.

The outside world.

The two towers were shaking.

Outside the building, a figure in clogs rushed out of the basement for the first time.

There was a look of shock on his face.

"Mr. Guchuan! What's the matter? " Suddenly a young figure appeared in the dark.

As soon as Guchuan saw this man, he said with a pale face: "Chen Luo, Wang Qian is too cunning. I trapped Wang Qian with the Yin and Yang mirror, but I didn't expect that Wang Qian's spirit was so abnormal! be secure against assault! The mirror is about to break

"What When the young man named Chen Luo heard this, he immediately threw a bullet.

Poof!

A stream of black smoke appeared, and then the young man disappeared.

As soon as Kawakawa saw this, he was stunned.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.

When Kawakawa turned around, a figure stood in front of him.

In the moonlight, a bald monk stood there, looking at him with a ferocious face.

"You

At the sight of the bald monk, Kawakawa opened his eyes wide in amazement.

"Fool, do you really think brother qian'er won't believe us? I've seen through all the tricks in your mirror. " The monk said with one step.

The fist of terror blows toward the face of Kawakawa Shinichi.

Kawakawa saw the monk's fist the size of a casserole and shook the bell in his hand.

Ring, ring!

Between the shaking of the bell, countless ghosts suddenly appeared from all around.

Just as the monk was about to deal with the ghosts, he suddenly heard master Songqing say, "stop it!"

The monk quickly took back his strength, and let the evil spirits surround him.

"This is master Qingsong..."