Chapter 112

"What's this?" Granny snake's face changed greatly. She seemed to think of something terrible.

"Reversing the day, ten thousand ghosts eat the heart. This is the ancient ghost flute of the ghost witch sect." Bai Wuji gave a bitter smile, and a trace of despair appeared in his eyes: "I didn't expect that the young wizard master would take it out of the southwest. No wonder the five families could not stop him."

Hearing what Bai Wuji said, grandma snake's whole body began to shake.

"This ancient ghost flute is very powerful?" Chen fan is still sitting on the rattan chair, leisurely and motionless.

It is his calm and self-contained manner that makes people calm down a little.

Bai Wuji didn't have time to answer. Seeing the ghosts coming, he quickly grabbed a talisman and scattered it to all directions. The yellow paper talisman was fixed in the air, and the blood red cinnabar was glowing.

"Eight door god fire array!"

Bai Wuji stamped his foot fiercely, raised his mana to the top, and gave a roar.

"Crackling."

The eight pieces of Fuzhi ignited spontaneously. They burned clean and turned into eight pillars of fire nearly two meters long. The flame rises and burns fiercely, protecting people in a narrow space. Every time the evil spirits and evil spirits roared and hit the pillar of fire, they would give out a shrill scream. At least their whole body would shrink, at the same time, they would die on the spot.

"Hoo."

After the casting, Bai Wuji was sweating and sat on the ground. If it wasn't for master Cui's two disciples who helped him, he would have been lying down on the spot.

"Bai Wuji, you're really good at forming an array. You're one of the best magicians in the six magic families in Southwest China."

Outside the pillar of fire, the ethereal voice of the little wizard Lord rang out.

His voice whizzed in front, whizzed back, as if from all directions. And around from day to night, only the ghost whistling, can't see his figure at all.

"It's a pity that the fire array of the eight gods is only supported by talismans, not by the real Dharma practitioners who inspire the power of heaven and earth. I don't know how long you can last? Three minutes or five? Ha ha ha, when your array breaks, you'll have to taste my fear

The young wizard master laughed and looked proud.

Around is the flying ghost, outside is the dark, surrounded by eight gradually shortening pillars of fire. Everyone seemed to fall from heaven to hell in an instant, and their hearts trembled.

Yu Wenjing grabs Chen Fan's shoulder. Only there is a trace of temperature, which makes her barely faint.

Bai Wuji wiped his sweat, stood up and said: "master Chen, what he said is right. I can't hold the fire formation of the eight gods for long. Let's think about how to rush out. As long as we get rid of the ghosts, he will have no choice but to take us. "

"Oh." Chen Fan didn't care. Instead, he asked with great interest, "what is the ancient ghost flute you just said?"

The crowd was stunned.

When is it? Do you still care about this kind of thing?

After all, Bai Wuji was the leader of one party. He pressed down his anxiety and quickly explained:

"the ancient ghost flute is one of the three teaching instruments of the ghost and witch sect. It is said that it was the first generation of the ghost and witch sect leader hundreds of years ago. It was taken from the rib of the body of a ghost fairy who was nearly cultivated in the ancient tomb and was cultivated by countless generations of real people."

"There are hundreds of ghosts in this flute. Once it blows, it can bring dozens of Mira into the ghost pool. With this magic weapon, the young wizard once trapped a master of Huajing for half an hour, and then left. It is even said that if a real person with powerful magic power plays the flute of ghosts in places like ancient battlefields, he can summon ten thousand ghosts to form an array. "

"Three hundred years ago, when the Qing army entered Sichuan, the witch masters of that generation played the ghost flute in Fengdu, attracting thousands of ghosts and devouring thousands of Qing soldiers. At that time, Prince Su invited three masters of Tantric school to join hands to break the ghost array. " Bai Wuji took a breath and said, "I don't think the little wizard master's magic power has reached that level. He can control all ghosts in the ghost flute at most. As long as we rush out of the ghost, his flute will be useless. "

"Ha ha, Bai Wuji, you know our ghost sorcery very well. It's a pity that you want to get rid of the ghost sorcery because you are just a fool." The way of Shaowu Lord Yin measurement.

"Is it?"

Chen Fan chuckled and waved his right hand again, attracting Yinsha bone whip.

I saw a white bone whip in the void, which was as white as a chain. This time, the mark of the Yin snake in the bone whip became more and more distinct. As a Yin snake that once lived in the deep pool for hundreds of years and whose cultivation has entered the deep, it is enough to swallow evil spirits and tear the soul.

Sure enough, as soon as the bone whip came out, the ghost screamed bitterly and hid in all directions. Some of them were swallowed by the ghost of the snake.

Even the black curtain of the sky is cut out with a whip, and the white light falls, just like the sunshine in the dark clouds. No matter how dark it is in the courtyard, you can at least see things.

"Do you have the power to eat souls?"

The young wizard master screamed, and his eyes were incredible.All eyes were fixed on him. By this time, in the sunshine, he could see that he was hiding in a corner of the courtyard, holding a slightly curved white bone flute with boundless breath.

It's really like a human rib, but this rib is as clean as jade. It's unexpected that there are hundreds of ghosts hidden in it.

"I said, your spell is just a trail. If I want to, I can crush you to death without even moving my hand. "

Chen Fan recalled bone whip, still sitting there, motionless.

"Again, if you come here and kowtow to death, I can leave you some Miao people. If you are still stubborn, don't blame me for destroying your family. "

When the young wizard Master heard the words, his eyes would stare out. It was full of blood.

He's in the southwest, and he's respected as a religion. When did you suffer such humiliation? The idea of escaping was forgotten. The little wizard turned the flute upside down and inserted it into his chest.

The bone flute is a human rib, one end is very sharp, like a dagger, easily cut his chest.

I saw a large amount of blood pouring into the bone flute, and the bone flute, like the tallow jade, strangely inhaled the blood into it, blooming a light red awn.

"Sacrifice the vessel with blood?"

Chen Fan gave a dumb smile.

This kind of method, only some very backward primitive planets still retain the ancient method, because after it is used, the friars will be greatly weakened, and have long been eliminated by the immortal world.

"Yes, I will kill you today!"

The young wizard master gave a miserable smile, and his face became more and more gray.

Even if he killed chen fan and others, his cultivation would be at least ten years backward. It can be said that it is a means of losing both sides.

Bai Wuji and others' faces changed greatly. I didn't expect that the little wizard master would be so strong. Grandma snake screamed, "master Chen, take Xiaojing with you. We'll stop him here."

Bai Wuji scolded the old woman in her heart, but at this time, she could only smile and say: "master Chen, since this guy is desperate, let's retreat for a while."

"Late!"

The young wizard master laughed madly.

After absorbing his essence and blood, mankong's evil spirits all rose out of thin air, and each of them was no less than the "adult old ghosts" in Master Wu's ghost pot at that time.

On that day, chen fan destroyed the pot with a lightning stroke. But there are hundreds of ghosts in the area of tens of meters. Can Chen Fan release hundreds of lightning strokes?

Sure enough, those ghosts who have greatly increased their strength are no longer afraid of fire and bone whip. They rush up and hit the pillar of fire.

"Dong... Dong... Dong!"

Each impact makes the pillar of fire lower out of thin air, and the light of the fire becomes more and more dim. The flame Rune array, which could last three or five minutes, seems to be unable to last even half a minute.

"Master Chen?"

Bai Wuji looks at Chen Fan in despair.

Not only him, but also grandma snake, master Cui's apprentice and Yu Wenjing all looked at him.

At this time, there is nothing we can do, we can only rely on this master who has repeatedly created miracles.

"Ha ha ha, he's a Dharma practitioner and a master of Huajing, and he has to shed a layer of skin in my evil ghost killing array." The young wizard master laughed and coughed up blood, but he didn't care at all. He obviously made Chen Fan hate him. "You just wait to be bitten by these ghosts. I will tear all of you to pieces and feed them to the evil spirits one by one."

When people heard the words, their hearts fell to the bottom.

Master Chen is powerful, but he is too young to be like a Dharma practitioner or a master of Huajing.

Only Yu Wenjing looked at the young man who was always calm, and suddenly calmed down.

"If you can die with him, you will be devoured by ghosts. I'm willing to."

At this time, chen fan finally moved.

"Stubborn."

He shook his head, in everyone's despairing eyes, slowly stood up, looked up at the little wizard master, said: "since you want to die, don't blame me."

"Dare you look me in the eye?"

"Why not?" The young wizard master gave a scornful smile.

But soon, his smile solidified in the face, eyes are incredible look. In his eyes, chen fan's pupils gradually lit up two golden flames.

At the beginning, the flame was only the size of a needle tip, but it grew rapidly and burned wildly. At last, it was abandoned and devoured heaven and earth.

I have a glance.

Can burn the sky!

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