The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Before, Murong Chuan was wondering how the Death Ghost Frog locked them and how to accurately judge their location, now he finally figured it out.

Or, he finally understood why.The dead ghost frog is not targeting him, but the Yin wind in his body.

Just when the black wind came out and the black palm prints gradually faded and disappeared, a terrifying chill erupted under his buttocks, which shocked him to the top.

Of course, he was careful, and when he lowered his head to check, his pale arm protruded from the position he just made, and grabbed the black cloud.

If this flash is half a minute slow, it will be directly blasted by the ghost claw.

Thinking of being killed by the ghost claw for a thousand years, Murong Chuan couldn't help but feel pain.

Ghost Claw grabbed Yinfeng, as if catching prey, and quickly retracted downwards. The long-awaited black-robed priest also made a bold move at this moment.

He felt a red light flash before his eyes, and Murong Chuan saw a palm-sized red net shooting out of Bei Si's hand.

The red net was only the size of a palm in Bei Si's hands, but it quickly became larger when it was out of his hands, and wrapped the ghost's hands tightly in an instant.

The pale ghost claw is like a white snake entangled in a giant spider web, no matter how hard it struggles, it can't break free from the red net.

It struggled violently, but the red net got deeper and deeper, as if it was completely integrated with it, and it was impossible to get rid of it.

"Evil animal, don't show up quickly!"

Bei Si squeezed the seal with both hands, and each finger shot out a red thread, which was closely connected with the red net, and pulled it outward with force.

At the same time, six men in black robes jumped forward and stood around the ghost hand, forming a circle.

Red light flickered in their hands, and countless blood-colored silk threads shot out, intertwined with each other to form a blood-colored magic circle, which slowly fell from their chests.

The bloody magic circle sank slowly, and the pale and fierce ghost hand struggled in terror, as if it knew the power of this move.

As soon as the magic circle came into contact with the ghost's hand, the ghost's hand was like a frightened poisonous snake, twisting and twisting crazily left and right.

When the magic circle fell heavily on the ground and perfectly fit the ground, the wounded ghost hand blood line merged with the magic circle.

As the black-robed priest chanted, the magic circle that was originally printed on the ground extended and infiltrated into the ground, trying to trap the underground monsters together.

Everyone gasped, no one thought that the Holy Cult of Blood Prison would have such a weird method.

The ghost hand struggled harder and harder, but the magic circle became bigger and bigger, and gathered downwards to form a blood tennis ball.

"Blood Fiend Soul Binding Net, Ning!"

Bei Si, the black-robed chief priest, let out a stern roar, and shot out the black divine rainbow all over his body, merging the blood-colored giant net that was drawn downwards, and lifted it up a little bit.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the ground without blinking, waiting for the terrifying thing to reveal its true face.

No matter what kind of monster is violent, since you want to deal with it, you must at least know what it looks like.

If the eyes are all black, even if you want to fight to the death, you will have no way to start.

The blood net kept protruding left and right, as if something was struggling inside, but it was impossible to distinguish it from the ground, only the blood net could be vaguely seen shaking.

The dead ghost frog struggled violently on the ground, but was trapped by the magic blood net, unable to break free at all.

But the man in black was not easy, even if the dead ghost frog couldn't break free, the two sides were in a stalemate, and it was very difficult to pull it out of the ground.

Under their feet is the root system of the petrified Naihe ancient tree, which will plunder the vitality of the monks for a moment.

After the spell invades the ground, it will be greatly weakened, otherwise there will be no need for six people to assist in the formation.

But overall, the Holy Cult of Blood Prison is dominant, and victory is only a matter of time.

The pale ghost's hand was pulled out little by little, and the blood net gradually exposed to the ground. Everyone's eyes were full of tension, and their breathing became short of breath.

Everyone wants to know who is the legendary dead ghost frog that can swim underground.

"Exercise the art of blood soul, and the momentum is like a tiger!"

The black-robed priest roared again, only to see a smear of blood from the black Shenhong, and the seven of them actually erupted together, with momentum like a mountain.

The pulling speed increased instantly, and the blood net was pulled up after only a moment of stalemate on the ground.

When the blood net jumped out of the ground, there was a gust of sinister wind, and the six men in black robes were the first among them, followed by the monks who were closer.

The body of all monks blown by the dark wind will dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they have aged for a hundred years in an instant.

Fortunately, the yin wind came and went quickly, but it disappeared without a trace after a moment of whistling, and only a dozen or so monks were affected, so no casualties were caused.

The affected monk quickly took the medicine and meditated, but the evil wind was very evil, just like the wind blowing from the cliff, and it was not easy to recover.

The people in black robes who were closest to him were the first to suffer the most serious damage. If the black robes didn't cover their faces, their appearance would be terrifying.

They were as thin as bones, with loose skin all over their bodies, and even the holy robes of the Blood Prison were ashamed, as if they would be weathered in the next moment.

They staggered back a few steps, as if their bodies were out of control, they retreated into the group of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

In an instant, the holy robe of the blood prison seemed to be alive, and several poisonous snakes protruded out, grabbing a controlled monk respectively.

The monks, who were already overly frightened, all stayed away from the black-cloaked man of the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, and took precautions.

It was only at this moment that it suddenly occurred to him that the Holy Cult of Blood Hell who had been walking with them without showing any malice was also a hungry wolf with hidden fangs.

They will still eat people when they are threatened, or when they are cornered.

The surroundings were eerily quiet for a moment, only the sound of swallowing blood and the violent heartbeats of everyone were heard, even the death ghost frog was ignored.

With the death of the six monks, the ashesed black robes regained suppleness at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became neat and new again.

As a result, the fear in the hearts of the monks soared to the extreme, and they all became extremely wary of the black-robed man's robe.

"Hehe, it's really interesting. She was forced to do something to show her true nature."

Murong Chuan was thinking in his heart, but he just glanced sideways at the man in black, and then his eyes returned to the dead ghost frog.

The blood net had disappeared without a trace, but the dead ghost frog remained motionless.

On the pale skin, there were scarlet and weird lines, like a blood web brand.

The dead ghost frog is called a frog, but in fact it has little to do with frogs, it is more like a humanoid monster.

Except for the head, the dead ghost frog's body is no different from that of a human being, and it can even be understood as a monk with a changed head.

Its whole body is as white as paper, without clothing or genitals, but it has human limbs and torso, and it squats in a similar way to a frog.

The reason it got its name may be related to this posture.

Its head is huge, two circles bigger than a normal human being. It has no hair, no eyes, no ears and nose, and only a huge mouth that runs across the head.

That pale ghost hand protruded from the bloody mouth.

Murong Chuan had never seen such an ugly monster, even a blood-armored centipede was more imposing than it.

But this buddy, what a bit, the ghost is ugly.