Next came the most critical moment, which was to suppress the young man in red clothes in front of him.
As long as he is successfully suppressed, the conditions for sacrificing the three red ghosts in Wishing Lake will be considered complete.
Zhang Fan took a long stride, came to a place not far from the boy in red clothes, and paused. Behind him, a tall and burly dark ghost stood motionless, with a trace of cold breath filling the air.
At this moment, Zhang Fan was enveloped by the terrifying coercion belonging to the host spirit, protecting him from all supernatural attacks.
The boy in the long red coat hanging in mid-air struggled desperately to pull out the coffin nails stuck in his chest, but no matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect. On the contrary, the harder he struggled, the more he struggled. The more his supernatural power will be swallowed up bit by bit, it may not be long before his supernatural power will be sucked dry by the nails in the coffin.
In the night sky, lightning and thunder roared, and blood-colored lightning pierced the vast night. Earth-shaking thunder struck one after another violently, hitting the valley where Zhang Fan was, blasting out bottomless ravines.
The strong wind was blowing hard, and its sound was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, blowing the trees in the forest, causing the ground to shake in an instant.
More and more blood and tears were shed from the eyes of the young man in red clothes, blurring his entire face, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.
"Hate!!!!" The boy in red made a shrill voice, with resentment in his eyes. He stared at Zhang Fan and uttered the word "hate" heavily.
He spat out the word "hate", and at this moment, his supernatural aura suddenly increased, becoming several times more powerful than before.
The thunder and lightning in the sky became more dazzling, and the power of thunder and lightning contained in the thick clouds seemed to sink the heaven and earth.
Everything, everything, seems to be responding to the boy in red. This is a natural disaster, this is the devil in red!
! Over time, you can control the power here and use it for yourself. The boy in red was resisting and struggling desperately, not wanting to be suppressed by Zhang Fan.
"Hate!!!" The boy in red uttered the word "hate" again.
"Stop struggling! It's useless!!" Zhang Fan looked around, seeing the endless visions coming from the sky around him, and his face showed solemnity.
He didn't expect that the red-clothed ghost in front of him was so terrifying. Even the thunder of heaven and earth can be used by him.
None of the red-clothed fierce ghosts he encountered before seemed to be this exaggerated. He had also dealt with them several times with the help of the power of the host spirit.
What the hell is going on today? Zhang Fan's face was full of confusion and he couldn't figure it out at all.
"Death!!" Just as Zhang Fan was deep in thought, a shrill word of death suddenly rang out from his ears. Before he could react, he saw the young man in red teleporting over without knowing when. When he got to his side, he punched him in the head.
"Fuck!!" Zhang Fan looked shocked. He didn't expect that the other party would escape from the suppression of the coffin nail.
He secretly cursed that he was a slut for daring to be distracted when faced with the red-clothed ghost. The next second, he quickly controlled the host spirit behind him to resist.
However, because the boy in red was too close to him, even if he wanted to use the supernatural power of the body spirit to fight against him, it was already too late.
"Damn it!!" Zhang Fan's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly backed away, trying his best to distance himself from the boy in red, but he was like a bone-eating maggot, and he couldn't get away no matter what.
Seeing that he was about to be hit by the terrifying supernatural power of the boy in red, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sweat break out on his forehead.
To be honest, this was his first time fighting a red-clothed ghost at such close range. You must know that in the past, even if he was fighting, he would suppress it remotely with the help of more terrifying power.
Fighting has never been so close. In addition, these are not the worst, the worst thing is the time of the host spirit, because there is only less than a minute left.
Zhang Fan regretted it endlessly. If he had known this, the moment he used the body spirit again, he would have made a quick decision and suppressed the opponent directly.
Sure enough, he was still too promiscuous. Being distracted in battle is a taboo for military strategists. He learned a lesson today.
Just when Zhang Fan thought he was about to be punched by the boy in red. Suddenly, in the next moment, a woman in a long red dress with flowing black hair, whose appearance was unclear, appeared without any warning.
Appeared between Zhang Fan and the boy in red. At this time, with the appearance of the woman in red, her figure was infinitely magnified in Zhang Fan's field of vision, like an insurmountable mountain, protecting him safely behind her.
At this moment, the whole world fell silent, and the wind and rain in the sky disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bloody thunder and lightning, and all the changes, are disappearing. Above the long night, the dark clouds faded away, and finally we saw the bright sky again.
However, compared to the past, there was an extra round of scarlet and enchanting blood moon. This blood moon is very large and dazzling, illuminating the vast darkness of the night extremely clearly.
The moment he saw the woman in red, Zhang Fan's body suddenly stiffened, his breathing became rapid, and tears slowly dripped from the corners of his eyes. He murmured in a low voice with a trembling voice: "Xiaohui?! Is that you? ..." In response to Zhang Fan's inquiry, the woman in red did not look back, nor did she say anything, as if she was ignorant, emotionless, unaware, and unintentional.
only. . . . . . At this moment, she slowly raised her right hand and lightly punched the boy in red in front of her.
This punch didn't seem to have much strength, but the moment it was struck, a terrifying supernatural aura that was ten times or a hundred times stronger than the boy in red suddenly burst out.
In an instant, the outline of a huge bloody eyeball gradually appeared in the vast nine heavens.
"Xiao Hui! No!!!!" Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan's expression changed and he quickly spoke to stop him. This is not a hell maze, but a real human world. If the ghost realm is released, it may cause unimaginable consequences.
I don't know if it was Zhang Fan's words that had an effect, or for some reason, but the huge blood-colored eye hanging above the nine heavens only swayed for a few times before disappearing into nothingness again.
The woman in red retracted her fist, but after all, she did not deliver a punch that could destroy the world. Withdrawing her fist and spreading her palms, the woman in red snapped her fingers.
The sound of fingers lingered, and the boy in red raised his head and let out a shrill scream. Then his figure quickly shrank under Zhang Fan's gaze, and finally turned into a crystal clear blood-colored amber and fell to the ground. .
At this moment, the time for the end of the host spirit has also arrived.
"Xiao Hui!!" Zhang Fan looked at the woman in red with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling.
This time, Feng Hui saved him again. It was always Feng Hui who stood up to protect him when he was in greatest danger.
And I feel like an incompetent person, unable to do anything. Zhang Fan clenched his fists, hating his own incompetence and weakness.
Just when Zhang Fan was filled with hatred, suddenly, a soft breeze blew from a distance, blowing the hair on his forehead.
It was as if Feng Hui's mysterious spirit in heaven felt something in his heart and responded to him tenderly.
As the breeze blew by, the figure of the woman in red turned into dots of red light, returned to the sky, and finally disappeared.
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