"Ling Xiao?!"
Xiao Bufan's roar filled with hatred and anger rumbled around the world.
The bursts of tearing pain coming from his back made his face even more hideous.
"bingo."
Ling Xiao appeared with a sneer and launched a powerful attack twenty meters away. His arms were like a magic python, entangled and strangled, and he suddenly attacked and bit Xiao Bufan's face!
"You deserve to die!"
Xiao Bufan was so angry that he laughed instead.
Over the years, he has always wanted to cut Ling Xiao into pieces, but unfortunately he was too anxious to do so due to the war.
Now that the other party comes to your door, it is simply a gift from heaven!
I will kill you today!
Xiao Bufan screamed loudly and made a seal, his body suddenly erupted like smoke and was about to disappear.
Physical skills are completely useless to a ghost cultivator!
I saw the demonic python-like arms piercing directly through Xiao Bufan's body. The latter smiled ferociously and instead of retreating, he drove straight in, raised his hand and shot out a short streamer, a golden bottle, and a colorful fan!
The three magic treasures nearby came out, and Xiao Bufan was determined to kill!
But before the demon treasure could show off its power, Ling Xiaohu summoned a green wooden shield.
This wooden shield is about the size of a palm. It is jade-green and dazzling in luster, but it does not emit any spiritual pressure. It seems to be just an ordinary wood carving ornament.
What the hell?
Xiao Bufan hadn't turned around yet, but when he saw Ling Xiao grinning, he was holding a wooden shield and slapping him on the head!
boom!
The wooden shield ignored the illusory ghost body and went straight to the source.
Xiao Bufan screamed and fell from the sky.
Ling Xiao rushed in like a gangrene attached to the bones, holding a wooden shield, and his attack was like the Milky Way falling into a river, flowing down thousands of miles.
War waterfall!
Xiao Bufan, who was knocked unconscious by the wooden shield, could not resist at this moment. Under a series of attacks like Ling Xiao's mercury pouring to the ground, he was beaten all over the sky.
pain!
pain!
pain!
Xiao Bufan was going crazy with pain!
That small wooden shield seemed to be the natural nemesis of his ghost body. A seemingly ordinary slap could always severely damage the origin of his soul!
Xiao Bufan's lungs were about to burst with anger, even though he had no lungs.
Damn it, what kind of magic weapon is that? !
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Xiao Bufan's mind and he reacted instantly.
Not a magic weapon.
It's... a magic weapon!
Only magic weapons can attack the origin of his soul with the help of natural personal suppression!
Before he could think about it carefully, Ling Xiao slapped him with another shield.
boom!
Xiao Bufan flew out again.
Ling Xiao chased after him with a smile. The sacred wooden shield in his hand was like a big brick, slapping it out fiercely. Every blow made Xiao Bufan's soul weaken.
The magic weapon has natural personal suppression. Even if the divine wooden shield is only a defensive magic weapon, a simple slap is still infinitely powerful!
It is definitely not something that the foundation-building monks can resist!
Xiao Bufan was already afraid.
Ling Xiao was holding a magic weapon, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of foundation building. In addition, he was scheming deliberately but not intentionally, and it was clear that he wanted to kill himself!
In this sudden battle, he was defeated!
Xiao Bufan made a quick decision, screamed wildly, and the magic power rolled out of his body, trying to use secret techniques to escape.
However, it was said that it was deliberate and unintentional. Ling Xiao was already prepared for his move. He immediately smiled coldly, moved his sleeves slightly, and a mahogany sword fell silently into his palm.
"Look around, it seems you can't run away."
Ling Xiao reminded.
Just now, he didn't just take pictures randomly. After a series of attacks, Xiao Bufan had been photographed in a very special position.
Here is the talisman that Ming Hu quietly laid down when he was performing martial arts just now.
The light of the talisman dimly lit up.
The number is no less than eighty!
"Don't be afraid, everyone in the Xiao family will definitely reunite with you under the underworld."
Ling Xiao smiled lowly, and his magic power surged into the peach wood sword!
boom!
More than eighty talismans were activated brazenly, and a loud noise rose into the sky like a cauldron of boiling water.
The terrifying magic brilliance overwhelmed Xiao Bufan in the blink of an eye.
The aura of destruction spread like a wave, and the sky and the earth instantly turned into a mess. Whether they were monks or civilians, whether they were refining Qi or building foundations, they all ran for their lives in a hurry. They only regretted that their parents had lost two legs.
I don’t know how much time passed.
When the remaining power of the talisman dissipated, the square was in a mess, leaving a huge deep pit in the middle, as if the earth had opened its bloody mouth to bite all the people.
The person who initiated the attack had already disappeared without a trace when the talisman exploded.
People looked at each other.
From Ling Xiao's attack to the explosion of the talisman, it took less than a minute!
Fuqi City, which was full of singing and dancing just now, is now shrouded in the shadow of death.
The Xiao family was attacked.
The enemy's real target is not Xu Jie or Xu Zhilan, but Xiao Bufan!
Xu Jie's face was ashen, but he also felt a little lucky.
Fortunately, the other party's target is not yourself!
Otherwise, he would never be able to survive the opponent's dazzling offensive!
"help me……"
In his ears, a voice as breathy as a gossamer suddenly came.
Xu Jie and others were stunned at first, then overjoyed.
In an instant, several rays of light rushed toward the deep pit, among which Xu Jie and the rest of the Xiao family were the fastest.
When they came to the top of the pit and looked down, they saw an extremely illusory figure lying at the bottom of the pit dozens of feet deep.
Xiao Bufan.
He's not dead!
It's just that at this moment, Xiao Bufan's spirit body has become illusive to the extreme. Only a faint light is left between his eyebrows, swaying like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.
He actually didn't die.
I don’t know how he survived in the center of the explosion of more than eighty talismans.
But looking at his current appearance, he is half-stepped into the gate of hell. If no one saves him, he will soon perish.
"Uncle Clan!"
The other members of the Xiao family suddenly burst into tears of joy, and once their despair was over, they wanted to save people.
But everyone's movements became stiff in the next moment.
In front of Xiao Bufan, a man wearing Taoist robes appeared out of thin air.
The Taoist priest appeared without warning, like a ghost emerging from the Jiuyou underground, and there was a low chuckle.
Xiao Bufan's dilated pupils were full of horror.
"Life is really tough. Fortunately, I didn't leave."
The Taoist priest said with a smile, holding a small wooden shield in his hand, and patted Xiao Bufan's eyebrows gently.
puff!
The glimmer of light between Xiao Bufan's brows went out.
After finishing all this, the Taoist priest turned around and grinned at the people at the edge of the pit.
When the sun shines in, his white teeth shine.
"goodbye."
He waved his hand and disappeared again.
The people at the edge of the pit watched helplessly as Xiao Bufan's soul collapsed and his body disappeared. They felt a chill rising slowly from the bottom of their hearts, making their whole bodies feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they were frozen and unable to make any movement at all!
The Taoist priest who acts like a ghost and kills people neatly will become a lingering nightmare for everyone at the scene for the rest of their lives.
Xu Zhilan stood by the pit, trembling all over and his face was pale and bloodless.
It's him……
It's him!
