Chapter 216：

The sudden flashing of the knife light, it will be collected as soon as it shines!

The tombstone and the head of the tomb ghost were all cut to pieces with a single knife.

Ye Fan stood calmly in the field.

The ashes of a ghost in the surrounding area!

Demon corpses all over the floor!

The monsters and ghosts all over the sky, the time between breathing, only the painter is left!

Ye Fan raised his eyelids faintly: "What are you capable of?"

[Author's digression]: Until now, I finally drove out the second watch. I sent it to my brothers first. I was too sleepy. I went to bed first, crying for a wave of silver tickets and support!

Chapter 123 Raise Your Ashes

When Ye Fan was on the top floor of the girls' dormitory, Mao Gensheng and the students were all staring at him.

The horrible light of the sword smashed all the ghosts and smashed them into pieces.

Mao Gensheng and the students were shocked. Before he could catch his breath, he slowly settled his eyes and opened his eyes wide.

They watched, the last remaining three fourth-order restricted level ghosts rushed towards Ye Fan!

The ghost domain of the three ghosts is all open.

The water ghost is filled with black water, and the water weeds burst out!

The purple knife light flashed, death!

The plague ghost is the withered yellow plague, the virus spreads out!

The dark purple knife shadow flew out and died again!

The tomb ghost sees a bad chance and wants to escape!

After being caught up, flashed across, or dead!

horrible!

Horror!

What an amazing strength!

At this time, even if these students had never seen a spiritual master again, they deeply felt Ye Fan's strength.

Mao Gensheng's muddy eyes, staring at Ye Fan's figure, whispered softly in shock: "The ghost of the fourth sequence is also in his hands, and he can't take a single shot!"

"How can the strength gap be so big?"

"What on earth is the companion demon spirit that possessed him?!"

On the roof top of the dormitory.

Ye Fan raised his eyelids faintly, scanned the horrified and solemn face of the painter, and said faintly: "You, are you capable of this?"

"Without that personal ancient book, what other waves can you make?!"

Ye Fan felt that the ancient book was not the painter.

Because in that ancient book, there is a very mysterious power that can actually resist the power of one's soul!

Originally, his underworld underworld was the nemesis of all ghosts.

However, under the influence of the ancient book of that person, there were some constraints.

However, what I didn't expect was that this Painted Skin Ghost actually gave up martial arts.

I dismantled the ancient book of human skin, and summoned so many wastes!

If the Painter didn't dismantle the ancient book of Human Skin, Ye Fan might have to take a lot of hands and feet to clean up him!

Without the suppression of the human skin ancient book, the dark energy possessed by the black enmity was fully deployed, and then all the monsters and ghosts were hacked to death by a few knives!

As long as there is no suppression, these three-four-sequence monsters are nothing more than chopping melons and vegetables for Ye Fan at this moment!

Ye Fan's words made Painted Ghost's pale face turned blue in anger: "Damn it!"

"impossible!"

"You are obviously just a spiritual master at the pinnacle of the fourth sequence, even if you have two companion demon spirits, you shouldn't have such a powerful strength?!"

"how so?!"

"You... die for me!!"

Painted Skin Ghost's immature face was twisted and crazy.

He was holding the bone pen with his veins exposed, trembling constantly.

The craziness and distortion in his eyes became more intense.

Ye Fan glanced at him lightly.

His eyes condensed slightly, and he smiled scornfully: "What's the matter?"

"Self-harm?"

"Want to win sympathy?!"

I only saw it.

The painter ripped off the flesh on his body.

This immature, student-like painter seems to be in a very special state.

Ghost upper body!

But it also has all the power of a ghost, as well as the physical body of a living person.

Right now, this painter feels a life-and-death crisis, but there is nothing to paint.

So he tore his physical body abruptly!

Use your own skin to paint the skin!

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