Chapter 12 Ghost Tricks

"Help!" Liu Yi's crying and shouts shook the world and suppressed all the ghosts.

Yong Bowen scolded in his stomach, but it was not easy to let it go, so he had to chase after him with a sword. However, seeing that these ghosts refused to fight back, he was angry. The other hand no longer pinched the magic formula, but picked up the water gun full of black dog blood that had been hanging on his shoulder.

This black dog blood is the best spirit to avoid evil, but if there is no charm and power, it will be greatly reduced. From destructive weapons to disabled weapons, basically, if it is sprayed on ghosts and zombies, which part can be melted, which is similar to the effect of Wang Shui on people.

If you don't die from injury, it may have a greater effect on people, but for ghosts, in addition to arouse their fierceness, they really don't expect any other benefits.

But what Yong Bowen wants is to provoke the fierce spirit of these evil spirits. If the ghost is angry, he will be as dizzy as a person. At that time, he will jump up regardless of life and death, which is equivalent to automatically sending him under his sword to wait for death.

At such a desperate time, all the ghosts are left behind, and the life expectancy is also a hundred times stronger than dying immediately.

But before he could shed dog blood, a low call came to his ears, "Master, please show mercy."

Do you show mercy? Are you kidding? Now it's hard.

Yong Bowen turned his head and saw a thin old man standing in the distance timidly, wadding to him with the cover of the ghosts around him.

Yo, this is an acquaintance. No, it's a familiar ghost. I just met him outside the Wind Tower, and he also held hands to persuade him to forgive others.

"I'm looking for you, but I actually sent it to you by myself." Yong Bowen was a little cautious. Now I still remember that I was almost torn into pieces by a group of ghosts just now. In addition, I had nowhere to vent my sullenness and was on the verge of storm. When I looked at the old enemy in front of me, I was a little jealous at that time. I rushed closer and stabbed with my sword.

The old ghost was so scared that his whole body turned white. He rolled on the ground in his busy schedule, barely dodged the vicious sword, and said in a trembling voice, "Tianshi, please calm your anger. Don't you want us to help?" Unfortunately, he was shocked and scared, but he didn't dare to shout out, which made the whole tone depressed and hoarse.

Help? Did the persuasion just now take effect? Yong Bowen's heart moved, but he kept moving. He just scratched the mahogany sword in the air, looked at the old ghost obliquely, and looked disdainful. "Do I need your help? You have to figure it out that now you need me to help you get out of trouble.

The old ghost did not dare to refute and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, we need your help. It's just that Fei Mo controls the whole magic array. If we don't obey the order, as long as he reverses the array and turns the polar yin into polar yang, he can immediately make us all lost. So it's not that we don't want to help, er... Let you help us, it's just that we have scruples.

Yong Bowen doesn't understand the array. "I can't do the array. You have to ask Liu Yi, who was just arrested. He should have a way."

The old ghost carefully explained to this array idiot: "The heavenly master doesn't know that I was also a feng shui gentleman in my life, and I know a little about the array method. This hundred ghosts gather wealth array combined with ghost suppression, magmonial method, feng shui array and Qimen Dunjia. It is unpredictable and powerful, and can change its life against the sky. In addition to the usual array, this array also has an array controlr. The whole array is in common with the array controller. As long as he moves his mind, he can launch the array to catch us poor little ghosts. Therefore, even if the array is broken, the controller must be removed first. In the past, after a new feng shui master was put into the battle, he wanted to start a rebellion, but he was beaten by the array..."

Yong Bowen didn't think so. He saw clearly that Fei Mo would never dare to launch an array to destroy these ghosts. First of all, his array obviously needs to gather a hundred ghosts' resentment to achieve the purpose of changing his life against the sky. If he destroys these hundreds of ghosts at one time, the array will be invalid, which Fei Mo will never want to see. Second, it is impossible to catch him and Liu Yi only by relying on those clumsy living corpses. But these cowards were scared out of their wits and did not dare to take the risk of losing their souls against Fei Mo.

"So what you mean..." He knew that it was impossible to convince these cowards, so he had to follow the old man's tone to ask for advice. After all, the current situation belongs to beating wolves with hemp poles - both ends are afraid, and it is necessary to compromise.

"As long as except for those who control the array, this array will become an unchangeable dead array. At that time, the heavenly master can calmly break the array and save us." The old ghost looked confident. Obviously, in the days when he was trapped here, he didn't know how many times he repeated these ideas in his heart. "Every generation of the Fei family is the control of the array, and this generation is Fei Mo, as long as he is..."

"Do you want me to kill?" Yong Bowen shivered and shook his head, "I'm a heavenly master, not a professional killer. I can't kill people."

The old ghost cursed "a coward" in his stomach, but he still maintained a respectful attitude on his face. "Don't kill him, just knock him unconscious."

"But there are living corpses around him. I'm afraid it's not easy for me to rush over."

Although the living corpse is clumsy, it is infinitely powerful and belongs to the immortal Xiaoqiang. His iron sand is about to run out, and black dog blood can only be injured but not killed. It is really a big problem to rush over. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. If he had known this, he should have rushed over and grabbed Fei Mo when there was enough iron sand just now.

"Don't worry, Master, I already have a plan here to ensure that there is no mistake..." The old ghost laughed, showing the true nature of the old treacherous.

Yong Bowen put his head over suspiciously and listened to his plan.

Fei Mo, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, was blocked from his sight. He saw the golden light flashing in the dark ghosts from time to time, but he couldn't see the specific situation of the war. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. However, he saw that Yong Bowen's fierce momentum and a few more ghosts could be cleaned up, and he didn't dared to go up and do it himself. He kept shouting, "Come on, come on, you must catch him. If you let him run away, I will make you all lose your soul." As I was shouting vigorously, I suddenly saw the dazzling golden light suddenly restrained, and then the group of ghosts burst out a chaotic shout.

"I got it."

"Look where you are going, the heavenly master is nothing more than that."

"Haha, you idiot, don't escape."

"It's so stupid to be fooled so easily."

In the meantime, Yong Bowen shouted angrily, "Let go of me, you people who don't know what to do. How dare you do this to me? I have to turn you all!"

"Have you caught it? Have you caught it?" Fei Mole couldn't close his mouth. The rotten meat kept falling down one by one with his smile and talking, and a few more fell into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it by the way. He stretched his neck and looked vigorously in the direction of the sound, and saw that the ghosts crowded together in the distance seemed to suddenly turn over a flower fountain, and rows of black arms surged up. There was a struggling figure above Rulin's arms. Isn't it Yong Bowen, who was still majestic just now? I don't know where his mahogany sword has been thrown, and his whole body is covered with green and sticky ghost liquid. That image is really embarrassing.

"Okay, okay, that's great." Fei Mo was so excited that he gritted his teeth and seemed to be eager to jump on and bite the hateful heavenly master immediately, but he still rationally suppressed the impulse and waved his hand, "Sport to the Tingfeng Tower."

The ghosts moved in response, shouted and carried Yong Bowen, and ran far away in the blink of an eye.

Fei Mo was relieved. He never thought that it would be so easy to catch this very talented heavenly master. Looking at the group of ghosts going far away, he came to his senses. He only felt in a trance, shaking for a while and did not fall down. Fortunately, he held a living servant beside him in time to stabilize his body, but his waist was because A big pile of rotten meat fell hard. He frowned and looked at the pile of rotten meat for a while, and then looked up at the flower hall and shouted, "Dingxin, come out."

"What's the matter?" Fei Dingxin came out of the flower hall and stood down from afar. It seemed that he was deliberately keeping a distance from Fei Mo.

"You go to the Wind Tower with me." Fei Mo waved his hand and said, "These living corpses can't enter the array. They will be corrupted by the yang qi there. I'm about to die. I need your help."

"I... won't go?" Fei Meixin hesitated and didn't want to move.

"What if you don't go?" Fei Mo couldn't hide his strong anger in his tone, "After I leave, this formation will be maintained by you. Sooner or later, you will have this day. Take this opportunity to take a good look at how this formation works. What you see in the book is not as important as practice. He knew that this son had always been disgusted with these magic and ghosts and was unwilling to inherit the special legacy that the family had inherited for hundreds of years, but the fate of being the eldest son had been doomed as early as a hundred years ago. Just like him, although 10,000 people were unwilling, he could only accept it in the end - because this is not only It is only related to his personal fate, but to the survival of the whole family.

Fei Dingxin sighed, said nothing more, and walked to the Wind Tower by himself. All this was doomed at the beginning of this formation. He could not refuse, nor could he refuse. This is a fact that he has been very clear since he knew the great secret of the family.