Chapter 65 A stranger is a ghost He Kenai under

Black smoke gushed out of the small cell, shaking the sky, and the strange atmosphere suddenly rose. The family of Shenfu were scared and scrambled to go to the water prison.

"Who dares to run!" Jiuhua Taoist shouted fiercely and waved his hand. A Taoist door hit the door of the water prison with righteousness. Suddenly, a spark splashed and rented the escape route of the servants.

"This..." At this time, Shen Wei couldn't stop this group of frightened servants from running away, but the nine Chinese Taoist people killed people and made several actions before and after, which deeply shocked everyone and made them dare not rush back for a while.

At this time, Jiuhua raised his hand, and a yellow paper gold charm swung in front of the door of the water prison. He snorted coldly, "If you can't help it, you will definitely die if you tear my charm. You can do it yourself..."

After the smoke, he glanced at the black smoke scattered from the incredible room. With a wave of his left hand, Huo turned out a bright sword. The sword was bright in color, surrounded by holy light, and the gems were inlaid with colorful. It was a rare Taoist soldier, known as the sky.

The Jiuhua Taoist danced with his right hand and waved his left hand today. Without saying a word, his body turned into a glow and rushed into the black smoke in an instant.

The rest of the people looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to lift the rune paper, and they didn't even dare to say a word.

"My son!" On the contrary, Anlehou called miserably. He thought that it was Wang Qisheng's safety and had long set aside his life and death. However, at this time, the black smoke over there and the Taoism was mixed in it. The momentum was so great that ordinary people could not even take a step closer, and how could they rush in to rescue them.

"Shen Zhong, please take someone to save my son!" Shen Wei, Marquis Anle, couldn't move a step, so he had to ask his confidant, a servant of Shen Zhong, for help.

"This..." Shen Zhong looked embarrassed and frightened, and looked at the others. "Marquis, how can the villain resist the Taoist demon law, the villain... The villain dares..."

He said bluntly that he didn't dare. Ordinary people didn't want to do that job of looking for death and gave his own life in vain. Therefore, Shen Wei begged several times and burst into tears, but none of these servants who were rampant in the ancient city dared to answer.

"You! You dog slaves!" Shen Wei attacked his heart angrily and cursed, "It's not good for Shen Wei to take you to eat and drink me? Now that something has happened to my family, you just stay here and watch! You..."

He was angry and bloody. Today, he even said bad words. Shen Zhong had a little conscience and ran over to hold Shen Wei. He didn't dare to look directly into the marquis's eyes, and there was another layer of shame on his face.

Other people listen and say that we don't want to stand by here. If there was a way out behind us, we would have run away long ago. Who would have stayed here to listen to your old hoarse scolding.

At this time, black smoke rolled and suddenly swept up the sky. Everyone was shocked. When they looked at it, they saw one of the streamers cut through. Its sound was like chopping steel. Dangdang, a few streamers were waved by a few swords. Everyone was dazzled, and the black smoke overflowed, but they could not flush out how far this incredible room. I thought Jiuhua didn't know what he used was using. Method: Tightly trap the person who casts black smoke.

Suddenly, I only heard Jiuhua Taoist shouting fiercely. The holy light of the time rose and flashed wildly in the thick black gas. A holy Taoist spirit went straight to the sky, causing vibrations in the water prison. Everyone stood unsteadily and fell to the ground rolling and crawling. Looking at the black smoke gas It was also a surge, but with a bang, as if it had been hit by this breath, and suddenly exploded and scattered all over the sides.

An Lehou fell to the ground. When he raised his head, his heart suddenly tightened, and his blood surged up. His eyes were about to tear open his eyelids. It turned out that he saw the most unwanted scene. Jiuhua Taoist jumped high and held the Jingtian Sword in one hand. He was boundless and was about to cut into blood and fell to the ground. Wang Qisheng was frightened.

"My son!" Anlehou Shen Wei shouted and looked at the sword of the Jiuhua Taoist, which was about to hit Wang Qisheng's head.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently for a moment, and a real force wave in the air. Although it was invisible and silent, there was a different feeling. Everyone felt that something on their bodies seemed to have been taken away. Ordinary people and Shen Wei were fine. Jiuhua was particularly strongly affected by this and fell to the ground with a splash.

Wang Qisheng also shouted, holding his head and half squatting on the ground. When he raised his head again, Shen Wei suddenly saw that his old son, who had come back to life, could not see his pupils for a long time, but was filled with a strange darkness.

The dark pupil whisted and looked through a glance. The rather dark and deep eyes were full of awe-in killing spirit. The "Wang Qisheng" squatted up and opened his mouth, roared like the forced animal: "Who dares to kill me!"

"Eh? Previously, I clearly arranged a spell to refine his ghost power and cleanse his ghosts. How could he disappear at this moment? The young man's anger on the ghosts gathered instead? Jiuhua Taoist fell to the ground, supported the stone brick with one hand, and stood up.

He was puzzled that he did not know that Wang Qisheng used the corpse to return the soul, which was very tortuous. The biggest contributor was the Taoist priest of Xiaoyao Sect Tianmu, who attracted thousands of ghosts, used arrays to destroy his soul, and used ghost power to recast Shen Wei's only son's body, so that he could merge with ghosts.

With this, Wang Qisheng accumulated tens of millions of ghost power. The Jiuhua spell turned into an ordinary fierce ghost to deal with the prisoners, but he did not know that these hundreds of ghosts were full of ghost resentment. When Wang Qisheng was the leader, it was a firm suppression of them. Now the ghost power tortured by the Jiuhua spell has declined. , the ghost power and resentment of this group of ghosts could not be suppressed, and they began to attack in a brain.

Wang Qisheng was tortured by the power of Taoism and ghosts. He rolled on the ground and made an animal-like roar. The more afraid he was, the more angry he was, the more unwilling he was to die, and the more fiercely he resisted.

At this time, Jiuhua shouted, waved the god sword, and swept a sword at Wang Qisheng. With only one sound, the sword hit him, as if it had been cut on a rock. Jiuhua, who was only agitated, was unstable, and his body flew out backwards.

Jiuhua suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and touched his chest. He only felt that his internal organs were in a mess. He was shocked. He tried his best to mention the true spirit and use his magic power to resist the enemy. However, when he mentioned it, it was empty. Jiuhua was shocked. He was shocked and found that the valve was tightened in the airfield. Silk's strength and cultivation can't be mobilized.

"It turns out that there is such a universe in this water cell..." Jiuhua narrowed his phoenix eyes, revealing a gap, and nodded to look at Wang Qisheng.

Wang Qisheng sneered a few times and said with a smile, "Old Taoist priest, you have no power... Now, what else can you do to stop me?"

Although Wang Qisheng at this time was also unable to release his ghost cultivation, his body was poured on the body with thousands of ghost power, and the cultivated body was infinitely powerful and agile, unlike ordinary people.

He suddenly ran around Jiuhua Zhenren, looking like a ghost, and his whole body turned into a black streamer. He quickly circled around the water cell. The family was dazzled for a moment and could only hear the sound of the wind, but he could not see the young master running.

"My son, you have to be careful!" Shen Wei, Marquis of Anle, was still obsessed with Wang Qisheng being his son at this time. Even if he became such a person, he was not a ghost, and he was unwilling to give up.

Jiuhua listened to Anlehou's words of concern for Wang Qisheng and glanced at him coldly. At this time, Shen Wei had already put life and death aside and stared back fiercely.

At this fork, suddenly, a figure suddenly jumped out in the left mid-air behind Jiuhua Zhen's human body. Wang Qisheng danced his hands, condensed into a claw shape, and jumped out, as if he was about to tear the old way in front of him in half, so that he could only vent his hatred.

At this time, he saw a white light, slashing fiercely on Wang Qisheng's hands, and actually pushed this pair of palms that could crush gold and stone aside with four or two strokes of power.

This blow showed that in addition to his superb cultivation, this Jiuhua Taoist was also a peerless swordsman. Although he lost all his magic power and could not keep up with the ghost-shaped Wang Qisheng's movements, the latter jumped out for a moment, and he could catch the murderous spirit of the other party and retreated him with a sword. Then, he saw Buddha Chenyi Sweep, rolled up Wang Qisheng's body, and it was like lightning. The sword suddenly shocked the sky and turned into a light. With a poof, it pierced Wang Qisheng's left eye.

"Ouch!" Wang Qisheng exclaimed in pain and pinched the Jingtianbao sword with one hand to prevent it from piercing into his brain again. He was in great pain. He tried to break the magic soldier with both hands, but he didn't expect that the Taoist treasure had its own mystery. As soon as his ghost-filled hands touched the body of the divine soldier's sword, he was hit by a whiteness like fire and electricity, which burned him. Hands.

"Ah!" Wang Qisheng's strange blow, the Jiuhua did not move, retreated from the enemy, and then hurt the enemy with another sword. Jiuhua sighed in his heart and said, "After all, he lost his ability, and the ghost power of the opponent deepened. His body was as solid as iron, and his power was infinite. His previous sword was intended to stab his left eye and disturb his mind. At that time, he was killed, but because He didn't have enough strength to escape, which was a failure.

This is a sigh, and he sighs twice. Jingtianjian is a Taoist magic soldier, which seems to have the power to restrain this ghost and evil spirits. If he could call out the dew before, it would be easy to defeat the king and win at this time.

"Unfortunately, I thought about killing chickens with a cow's knife and didn't call out the dew together. Now that there is no mana, it's difficult to summon..." Jiuhua shook his head and said helplessly.

"My son!" Shen Wei, the Marquis of Anle, saw that his parent-child's eyes were injured at this time. He ignored it for a long time and rushed to the place where Shen Wei fell.