The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the ghost hands were stuck by the soul-binding water curtain, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and the more they struggled, the deeper they sank.

Everyone was dumbfounded, those monks who had no time to escape, and who were still anxious with ghost hands, moved towards Murong Chuan one after another, hoping to survive.

The Feng family was also in a panic, with countless ghost hands protruding from the ground, most of them were attached by the wind spirit array, but some of them still protruded.

Only the Sacred Cult of Blood Prison was orderly. All the monks under their feet were caught by ghosts, and the huge bloody net fell instantly.

The ghost's hand, which was steadfastly grasping, seemed to be splashed with high-concentration magma, and instantly let go and wanted to retract, but it was stuck by the bloody giant net.

At this moment, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and the monks of the Blood Prison rose again.

"Scatter and run away!"

After rising to a sufficient position, Bei Si kindly reminded everyone again.

Fengyue and Murongchuan's hearts froze, and Murongchuan jumped up in an instant, and Fengyue also ordered the monks of the Feng family to jump up.

The casual cultivator was at a loss, and hesitated for a moment because the terrifying vitality deprived him of his speed after leaving the ground.

But with this moment of hesitation, he lost the chance to escape again.

The trapped ghost's hand trembled violently, and a terrifying wind erupted. The wind that could kill quickly condensed into a tornado and raged.

The formation was being corroded rapidly, and the monks who were blown by the dark wind had also dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For a moment, the crowd was full of glory, and life-saving tricks were everywhere.

Some people call for spirit treasures to protect their bodies, some call for strange beasts to continue their lives, and some brothers from the same school form an array to save their lives.

There are various ways for people to save their lives, but they all swallow the elixir non-stop, and no longer worry about the fatal erysipelas after taking a large amount of elixir.

The terrifying wind and the deprivation of vitality have made them exhausted, and when survival is an extravagant hope, who cares about the future.

The Holy Cult of Blood Prison is the easiest. After the heart powder is stained, it can deceive the ancient tree for a short time, thus saving the problem of deprivation of vitality.

As long as you can escape the ravages of Yin Feng, the next step will be a big harvest.

Seeing that it is about to approach the trunk, the chess pieces are about to lose their value, and they must be drained of their value before parting.

This is the voice of the black-robed priest, and it is also the plan they have conspired for a long time, and it is also the reason why they emphasize joint progress.

Only enough bait can attract enough dead ghost frogs.After catching enough dead ghost frogs, the next road is smooth.

This is the backup plan of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison, and it is also the plan they had to implement when they learned that the Sumi Two Realms Fan was missing.

This is the most helpless choice and the last thing they want to do.

It's not that they are kind and reluctant to take human life as bait, but that they cannot bear the risk.

If the three major families do not distinguish between black and white, they will fight endlessly when they meet, then they have no chance of winning.

If the three major families cannot be divided and the four forces unite to act together, they will not dare to take action easily, and it will not be so smooth.

Bei Si even liked Murong Chuan a little bit, and it was because of his appearance that everything became logical.

Not only took away the Zifeng family, but also left a lot of bait, and the little girl of the Feng family who was alone.

The Holy Cult of the Blood Prison planned everything, and Murong Chuan became the pavement man and swept away their difficulties.

When a large number of dead ghost frogs gather and are controlled by traps, they will lead to howling winds.

Although this kind of wind cannot last long, it is enough to force the casters to escape and corrode the traps that trap them as soon as possible.

The Holy Cult of Blood Prison had anticipated everything, and naturally made complete preparations for it.

There are casual cultivators as bait, once the wind blows, they will dodge and escape, thus attracting most of the wind.

Even if you sprinkle the dead ghost frog heart powder, it is impossible to completely deceive the old tree of Naihe.

Even if it contains the core of the dead ghost frog, it is impossible to float indefinitely, and it will be discovered if the time is too long or the height is too high.

The role of the dead ghost frog's core is mainly to ensure that the monks will not be robbed of their vitality temporarily while they are on the tree.

Ghosts and wolves howled in the Yin wind, and groups of monks also howled miserably. If they were blown to the body by the Yin wind, they would quickly shrivel up and wither, and the biting cold and severe pain would also invade their spiritual consciousness.

The originally condensed Yinfeng also became disintegrated due to the scattered and fled monks.

"Hahahaha, Miss Feng, thanks for taking care of you all the way, we will take care of you for the rest of the way."

Bei Si looked up to the sky and laughed, the black robed man was full of black light, the blood web squirmed and contracted quickly, and dozens of dead ghost frogs were gradually pulled out of the ground.

Fengyue's beautiful eyes were frosty, and she wished to strip Murong Chuan alive. If this bastard hadn't plotted against her, how could she be plotted against by the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

"Bei Si, don't think you won, it's not certain who will have the last laugh."

Fengyue scolded in a cold voice, her face was gray and foggy, obviously because she had been floating in the air for too long, resulting in the loss of too much vitality.

The rest of the Feng family monks are not much better, they are better than those monks on the ground, and they look very embarrassed.

The whole team was divided into three parts, and the Feng family insisted on floating in the air, controlling the wind spirit array to imprison the dead ghost frog.

The Holy Cult of Blood Prison is the most relaxed, and the slowly rising blood net indicates their advantage.

The third part is casual cultivators. They run around on the ground, and they may die at any time.

Only Murong Chuan was alone, although he was not as calm and composed as the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, he was not as embarrassed as the Feng family.

He was suspended in mid-air, enduring the attack of the dark wind and the loss of vitality, but his complexion was not bad.

He controlled the water curtain, slipped from his body and spread out on the soles of his feet, with more than a dozen ghost hands attached to press down.

No one expected that this humble fat man would have such a strong ability.

Hu Tianguang was stunned and stunned, Qi Muer was stunned for a while, until the dark wind entered his body and caused severe pain, then he continued to flee in embarrassment.

"Fatty Lord save me, I am willing to talk with you at night, whatever you want."

After Qi Mu'er regained her senses, she asked for help hoarsely. Although the content of the help request was not explicit, the meaning was clearly expressed.

"You bastard with ruined flowers and willows, a lowly maid who is ridden by thousands of people, don't lie to Fat Master."

Hu Tianguang threw a horizontal bar, which shocked Qi Muer's pretty eyes, but Hu Tianguang continued to himself:

"I am the descendant of Shocking Cave and Heaven. I have a big secret in me, and I also have a powerful and unparalleled cultivation. I would like to worship Master Fatty as the master, just to seek a chance to survive."

"Hu Tianguang, you bastard, I am still a virgin, and you actually ruined my reputation for your own self-interest, this thing is endless!"

Qi Mu'er acted madly and angrily reprimanded, and then begged Murong Chuan: "I'm really a virgin, this can't be faked, can it?
I……"

Before Qi Mu'er finished speaking, Bei Si printed a blood mark, which directly attracted Qi Mu'er's heart.

"Fat Daoist, isn't it?"

Bei Si looked down at Murong Chuan and asked leisurely.Qi Mu'er was like a puppet, letting others control her, and flew towards the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

"Uh, it's me."

Murong Chuan spread his hands lazily, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you all targeting her?"