Chapter 178 Secre the Eight Birds

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" He fell on the wall and hit the ghost's head, and the blood splashed everywhere, flowing all over the ground, which was terrible.

What the hell is going on? Once the exorcism formation was launched, it converged into light waves with Xuangong's internal skills, which stimulated around the room, blocking the group of wronged ghosts one by one, and could not get into the big bed.

Seeing that the offensive was frustrated, relying on the advantage of ghosts, he commanded the unjust ghosts to launch a wave of ghost skills to break the other party's position, catch a wisp of ghosts, and go back to hell to cross. In this way, the two sides set up a duel and fought extremely fiercely.

This group of unjust ghosts had nothing to do in hell, so they learned ghost skills to practice charm and martial arts, and followed the black and white impermanence to travel around the world together to vent their resentment and vent their personal anger.

Each unjust ghost practices ghost skills, and each has its own skills. This time, catching a wisp of ghosts is of great use.

This group of wronged ghosts launched a powerful offensive in an attempt to break the exorcism array in one fell swoop.

Feng Xuelian and the eight bigwigs of the old beggar, Song Shijie, Shen Jinping, Huang Yujie, Wang Dong, Jixiangrui, Fang Yu and Qing'anyang suddenly felt more and more pressure, the chest was stuffy and the blood flow soared, the throat was greasy and the brain was lack of oxygen, and a sense of dizziness came.

This group of unjust ghosts can't go there. Waves of Xuangong light rotated quickly, like a sharp cutting machine, cutting the ghost's head.

An hour has passed, and some ghosts can't stand the Xuangong flying wave cutting. They have disappeared one by one. There is no trace, and they have returned to hell!

Fang Yu, the beggar's help to protect Fang Yu, is also weak in the fierce fight, "Bang!" The chest cracked, "Puff!" He fell down.

"Crackle!" Fang Yu's bones exploded, and his blood flew everywhere, and he suddenly became a mess of corpses.

The fierce battle between the beggar gang and a group of unjust ghosts is still going on. I don't know who will win or lose, and I don't know yet!

An hour passed quickly, and half of the ghosts were cut by the Xuangong light wave, and the air evaporated one by one.

From time to time, the beggar's help to protect Anyang's power is not supported, "Bang!" The blood vessel burst, and a follower fell from the beam.

"Bang!" Qing Anyang fell on the floor tile, and his body was collapsed and diluted. He was not sincere and benevolent, and his soul died on the spot.

"Ji!" "Sit!" The white envoy blew up the roar of the governor's battle, urging a group of unjust ghosts to step up their attacks, quickly break through the exorcism array, capture a wisp of ghosts to complete the task, and return to hell to ask for rewards.

A group of unjust ghosts have died once anyway, even if they die again, it doesn't matter! The wrongdoers, step up to launch a new round of offensive against the beggar gang bosses.

At this throtling, a wisp of wandering soul flew out of Ling Feng's body, drifting and escaping out of the house.

Feng Xuelian and the six bigwigs of the old beggar, Song Shijie, Shen Jinping, Huang Yujie, Wang Dong and Jixiangrui compete with the ghosts and ghosts. They have an abnormal physical and mental effort and a feeling of collapse.

Feng Xuelian's Xuangong was strong. She observed a wisp of wandering soul in her sixth sense and had left Ling Feng and flew away by herself.

In the blink of an eye, a wisp of wandering soul floated out of the house. He was overjoyed and arrested the wandering soul. He was very stable. In a short time, he could return to hell to ask for credit.

"Li!" Li!" " "Mile!" Bai Shi blew the roar of withdrawing from the battle.

"Wo!" "Woops!" "Oh!" A group of wronged ghosts, surrounded by a wisp of wandering souls, flew to hell.

Feng Xuelian and the six bigwigs of the old beggar, Song Shijie, Shen Jinping, Huang Yujie, Wang Dong and Jixiangrui suddenly relaxed and returned to normal. However, they were sweating all over their bodies and began to feel extremely tired. Obviously, there was a sense of detachment, and they were exhausted.

The old beggar's sixth sense also felt that a group of ghosts, wrapped in a wisp of wandering souls, escorted into the hell and went to the Hall of hell for trial. He looked depressed and said nervously, "Deputy master, let's catch up quickly and save my little brother!" Otherwise, if you are late, you will die!"

Feng Xuelian's hair is disheveled, and she will not use the magic of a peach blossom. Otherwise, a group of wronged ghosts should not enter the house. She can't even enter the "treasure basin" gambling house. She was so tired that she shook her hand feebly. However, she radiated two fine lights from her eyes and said confidently, "Megator, think about it, Feng Brother's soul can still float out of the room under the powerful power of Xuangong and Ghost Gong. What does this mean? He has this invisible energy. With strong support, what other power can he control? We have tried our best. Maybe the ghosts can't do anything. Let a wisp of wandering souls float away!"

The old beggar thought for a moment, but he still couldn't figure it out. Looking at Ling Feng's sleep, he couldn't help but worry and said, "The little brother is unconscious, and a wisp of wandering soul is detained by the ghost again. He will be tried in the Hall of the King of hell. Will he definitely die and survive!"

Feng Xuelian can only do what she can do. She said one by one, "Oh! Brother Feng is under the protection of Emperor Xuan, which depends on his creation. Today's thing is to protect the body. Let's take turns to say that we do our best to squeeze his body with all our strength and not to solidify the blood into a zombie. I will definitely get back to the soul. Little sister, I feel it with my sixth sense!"

Under the dispatch of Feng Xuelian, a group of beggars took turns to knead and guard Ling Feng's body.

For a while, the White Detentioner walked into the hell with a wisp of wandering souls, came to the Hall of hell, stood in front of the trial stage, and waited for the trial of the new king of hell.

The new king of the Yan sat in front of the trial stage and rubbed his white beard a few times. He was not happy. He looked up and saw the fleeing wandering soul. He was a young man. Before that, he had been chasing him to no avail, and his energy was not small.

Oh hey! The new king took office and burned the first fire, and the ghost came! Humph! I am a material for being an official. Well, my achievements are outstanding and effective! He is not complare with himself!

The new king of the house of death put on a big official's head, revealing a ferocious black face. He patted the tree and shouted loudly, "Wah! Boy, kneel down, what's your last name? It's the people there. It's reported one by one.

A wisp of wandering soul, deaf, ignored the eight birds. He punched in the Hall of the Lord of Yan, stretched out his left hand, and punched out with a straight punch, "Bang!" A punch was hit on the pillar, shaking the Hall of the King of Yan back and forth.

A wisp of wandering soul, originally a provincial martial arts champion, regained the inspiration of boxing, one punch was not hidden, and the right hand hit, hit a hook, hit a chain held by the white envoy.

"Oh!" "Wow!" " "Oh, no!" A boxing on the chain made the lobby buzz. A group of wrongdoers listened to the trial in the Hall of hell. They shook their heads and hurriedly pressed their ears with their hands.

"Wow!" The chain roared and rolled, and smashed it on the trial platform of the new king of the Lord of Yan.