Super Great Fortune Teller

"Hiss..."

Bao Xing and Shen Qi were surprised to see Wang Qian's action.

"Wang Da Chui!"

"Wang Da Chui, what are you doing?"

Among the exclamations of the two, Wang Qian had already stood on the Bagua altar.

In this scene, I was stunned by a group of scattered practitioners.

Everyone was staring at Wang Qian.

Even the ghost on the Bagua altar was looking at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian can see that the translucent ghost looks like a fairyland.

At this time, his face was extremely ferocious.

"You ant Dare to offend me... "

"I'm going to send you to the 19th floor of hell today

After the figure finished speaking, he burst into a terrible Qi and locked Wang Qian directly.

All the monks below want to help.

However, at this time.

The endless black robed men turned and rushed towards them.

Bao Xing looked up and saw those people in black robes. The black robes were empty, with only one pair of eyes floating there out of thin air.

"This..."

Bao Xing was surprised.

"Kill

Just for a moment, those black robed people have rushed towards Bao Xing and others.

Bao Xing yelled: "these guys are all complaining spirits!"

Seeing so many broken souls, Bao Xing felt numb all over.

As for the other people just smile bitterly, Bao Xing just casually said, how can they run out.

"What about Wang Da Chui?" Bao Xing screamed.

Wang Qian a smile, "how to do?"

"Salad! They are all inborn level opponents. I will break the trapped spirit array here! As long as you can hold on, give me 10 seconds! "

"All those who fight are in array!"

As Wang Qian's voice came out, there were dense incantations at his feet.

The whole space was shaken.

Then, there was a sound of glass breaking.

Bao Xing and others found that they had recovered most of their spiritual power, and they were both stunned.

The most shocking is Zhao Hualong.

"Wang Da Chui! You are crazy, that is the immortal's ghost! How dare you target the immortal? "

However, his voice did not fall, Wang Qian has been fighting with the ghost.

The figure of them began to blur on the eight trigrams altar.

He couldn't see the figure of Wang Qian clearly.

Zhao Hualong was in the same place.

"Elder Zhao, you are here too! Come and help

Shen Qi gave a big drink.

Zhao Hualong also had to harden his head and hit Shen Qi in the direction.

Along the way, the endless black robed people engulfed Zhao Hualong like the tide.

Zhao Hualong propped up all his defense and killed a bloody road among the black robed people.

However, his movement trend attracted more attention of the black robed people.

In a flash, the tide of black robed people engulfed Zhao Hualong.

On the Bagua altar, the more Wang Qian beat, the more shocked he was.

The outside world may not be able to see the movements of the two of them clearly. In front of Wang Qian's eyes, the immortal's ghost contains a kind of Taoist rhyme in every move.

Bang! It's a big noise.

The immortal ghost clapped at Wang Qian's chest.

Wang Qian dodged and turned back with color.

From time to time, the symbol of three legged gold and black was played out by Wang Qian.

If it is Wang Qian himself and the ghost PK, this time will certainly be very hard.

"No way!" The spirit of the immortal is more and more urgent.

Although he stood on the Bagua altar and had endless aura to offer him, according to the consumption, he knew that he might lose in the end.

"Rat! Kneel down! "

The immortal soul gave a violent drink.

Behind him, a figure gradually appeared, which seemed to come across time and space.

At the moment when the figure appeared, the black robed people not far away all knelt down.

Shen Qi and Bao Xing couldn't resist the pressure and plopped down on their knees.

Zhao Hualong is like to see natural enemies in general, five body to the ground.

"What's that?"

Wang Qian was surprised.

It was a fairy in a feather coat, with long sleeves and butterflies around him.

Wang Qian tried to face the figure. As Wang Qian looked up, the pressure of terror was like a mountain.

The next moment, the immortal figure, slowly opened his eyes.

In Wang Qian's eyes, the Dharma phase occupied his whole world.More and more huge, just like a towering giant.

The immortal eyes were wide open and looked at Wang Qian with terror.

The immortal's ghost is getting closer and closer to Wang Qian. Shen Qi and Bao Xing tremble all over.

They were already in despair.

"This This is the immortal's way! "

"Immortal..."

The ghost pointed to Wang Qian's forehead.

"Fairy, guide the way."

The Dharma phase behind the immortal ghost also followed and pointed out.

Zhao Hualong looked up and looked at the scene with difficulty.

Boo

The ghost's finger pressed directly on Wang Qian's forehead, and then fell in a little bit.

"Mole ant, I will turn your soul into a slave..." The ghost whispered.

When Wang Qian heard this, a strange light flashed in his eyes. He no longer resisted and allowed the soul power of the ghost to enter his body.

"Sledgehammer wakes up!"

See Wang Qian Ren Leng there don't move, Bao Xing and Shen Qi urgently roar a way.

However, Wang Qian was still as if he could not hear.

The ghosts of those people had already entered Wang Qian's forehead, and then the Immortal King Dharma Prime Minister behind him came down.

Everyone felt the end of the day.

At this time, Wang Qian's mouth showed a smile.

This smile comes suddenly.

The ghost just realized that it was wrong. The next second, twelve thunder gates appeared in Wang Qian's sea.

"Come on Hehe, it's just right. "Wang Qian laughs.

Wang Qian's knowledge of the sea is in the world.

"What, such a strong soul power?" Exclaimed the ghost.

"Ha ha! Sure enough, heaven will not fail me. If I give up this man, I will be able to recover my cultivation in my heyday! " The spirit of the immortal enters Wang Qian's sea of knowledge.

Whoosh! It's a big noise.

The spirit of the immortal disappeared without a trace.

The black robed people on the scene began to crack at the moment when the immortal soul disappeared.

Bang bang!

One by one, the black robed people directly turned into fly ash and dissipated.

Everything around became extremely quiet.

The scenery in front of him changes in bursts. Bao Xing and Shen Qi open their eyes again.

They had already appeared in the corridor where they came in.

The surrounding murals disappeared, replaced by mysterious reliefs that looked older.

All the low rank friars were surprised.

Zhao Hualong looked at Wang Qian's body not far away.

At this time, Wang Qian was standing there, still maintaining the action of the moment when the immortal ghost disappeared.

The outside world.

The second dream and others saw these low-level friars fall out of the murals, one by one like dumplings, all in a daze.

"Miss, can you pass?" Cui Er sees here and asks in a hurry.

The second dream shook his head: "I don't know."

Later, Jiang Ping saw Zhao Hualong and thought, "Zhao Hualong!"

Zhao Hualong heard Jiang Ping's voice and looked back.