Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Fu Kuan had only seen this kind of formation in ancient books.

But it is such a powerful and evil Sifang Yan Luo Formation, which is actually used to fight against the black hand behind the hidden dragon society.

And he hasn't shown up until now.

Just manipulating from behind forced Feng Jiu to exert all her strength.

Fu Kuan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized a problem.

There are only three mirrors.

The Sifang Yan Luo Formation is short of a mirror as a medium, and the power of the King of Equality cannot be projected.

The power of the formation is greatly weakened.

I'm afraid it won't last long.

As soon as the projections of King Yan Luo, King Chu Jiang, and King Qin Guang appeared, an incomparably tyrannical force was added to the green tide.

The house that was shaking violently immediately calmed down.

Not only that, the green tide has become thicker, and it is even counterattacking outwards.

Many of the five poisons were shocked to death by the power of the three kings, leaving only soulless bodies.

"My God, this old Taoist priest is too strong!"

Holding Xu Qingxiang tightly in her arms, Tang Chuchu couldn't help but sigh.

Fu Kuan shook his head, but did not relax.

He stood in front of the two of them, holding the ghost sword in both hands.

Time just passed by minute by minute.

The dead five poisons piled up thickly outside the house.

A reduction in the number can be clearly seen.

But Feng Jiu's green tide was weakened even more.

As a large amount of Yin Qi was consumed, the power projection of the Three Kings also began to weaken.

This does not mean that the opponent has the ability to contend against the Quartet Yan Luo Formation.

Rather, how much power the three kings projected into the yang world has a lot to do with the power of the caster.

Feng Jiu's whole body began to tremble, and he roared, "It's still too early, you have to help me for another 3 minutes! The other party's five poisons haven't killed enough!"

"it is good!"

Now that the two sides are on the same front, Fu Kuan directly plunged the ghost sword into the ground without saying a word.

boom!
With a roar, the small ghost creature opened.

The opened ghost creature just covered the whole house.

Nether mist began to swim in the ghost domain, blessing the power of the green tide.

The green tide stabilized immediately, and the projections of the three kings of the underworld also became more solid.

Over time.

Veins began to pop up on Fu Kuan's forehead.

Opening the ghost creature consumes a lot of yang energy, and Fu Kuan can't hold it for a long time.

Feng Jiu's condition was also not good, his face turned pale.

Tang Chuchu protected Xu Qingxiang, clenched her fists nervously, and cheered for Fu Kuan.

Finally, 3 minute is up.

The number of the five poisons outside has been greatly weakened, and less than half of them have died.

The offensive is far from strong at the beginning.

Both Feng Jiu and Fu Kuan felt their bodies relax.

But before they were happy, an old and cunning voice reached their ears.

"Hehehe, you rookies, you actually forced the old man to show your real body, you are proud enough."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Kuan felt the pressure recede like a tide.

All the five poisons gave up their attack and retreated into the darkness.

Feng Jiu snorted coldly, and the green tide blocking the door also began to flow, returning to his black sword.

Fu Kuan also quickly pulled out his ghost sword and took the small ghost creature back.

This felt a lot of relief.

If we continue like this, I'm afraid we won't wait for the five poisons to die.

He was about to die from exhaustion of Yang Qi.

Now there are only three projections of the Three Kings in the mirrors left in the house, and they are still exerting their power silently.

Fu Kuan raised his head and looked towards the door.

Under the cold moonlight, a small and wretched figure walked out slowly.

Although he is short in stature and slow in his steps, in Fu Kuan's eyes, he looks like a Kuafu giant chasing the sun.

This was the illusion that the opponent's powerful aura oppressed his eye nerves.

Feng Jiu's black sword was suspended in front of her body, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing that figure slowly walk out of the courtyard, everyone finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

It was a wrinkled, extremely ugly old man.

The white hair on the top of the old man's head was combed into a long braid.

Everything else is bare and hairless.

It's a bit like the hairstyle of the Manchu nobles.

Feng Jiu snorted coldly and said, "Old braid, it's just a trivial matter, why do you have to do it yourself?"

The little old man who was called the old pigtail chuckled, lifted the flagon at his waist and took a deep breath.

"A troublemaker is a troublemaker, you are not qualified to talk to this old man, go!"

As soon as the words fell, the old braid directly threw the flagon in his hand.

The quaint bronze jug fell to the ground, and a puff of black smoke came out.

The black smoke covered the sky and the sun, and even the moonlight in the sky could not be seen for a while.

The last time Fu Kuan saw this kind of black smoke was at Wang Bajing in the desert.

Wang Bajing has practiced for thousands of years, and he is extremely powerful, and he can spit out a strong monster aura when he opens his mouth.

Unexpectedly, there was a big monster hidden in the flagon that the old man threw casually.

Fu Kuan suddenly felt bad.

He held the Ghost Sword in front of him and began to accumulate power silently.

In the worst case, fight to the death and break the net, and send out a thunderous blow before dying!
Fu Kuan has already made up his mind to go all out.

As the black smoke dissipated, a creature with a height of two meters and a twisted body appeared.

Tang Chuchu just glanced at it, and couldn't help but vomited it out.

Fu Kuan and Feng Jiu's expressions also became extremely ugly.

The creature had the body of a toad, the tail of a scorpion, the head of a poisonous snake, the eyes of a spider, and the legs of a centipede.

This creature seems to be cobbled together by some kind of magic, and it looks extremely evil.

If Feng Jiu used the souls of boys and girls to refine magic weapons, it would be very evil.

Then this creature is a hundred times more evil!
"Fuck, Daoist wants to break his head but he can't figure out how you came up with such a thing, it's so fucking disgusting!"

Feng Jiu cursed.

"Hehe, the power of this baby is equivalent to a dozen Tiger tanks, let me demonstrate it to you."

The old pigtail chuckled, and landed lightly on the twisted creature's back.

"Kill them for me!"

With all the wrinkles on his face, he instantly raised a sinister smile, and the old braid looked like a demon.

hissing...

The huge twisted creature charged towards the house.

Feng Jiu turned around and threw something to Fu Kuan, and said in a low voice, "Look at me and do it."

Fu Kuan picked up the object and took a look, it turned out to be a round mirror.

The fourth mirror...

He was immediately blessed to understand Feng Jiu's next intention.

Feng Jiu was the first to rush up, her whole body covered in a layer of green tide.

It even briefly withstood the attack of the distorted creature.

It said it resisted, but in fact, the creature charged Feng Jiu madly, and a gully appeared on the ground.

Feng Jiu was just not crushed to death for the time being.

Fu Kuan shouted at Tang Chuchu: "Take Xu Qingxiang and follow me closely!"

"it is good!"

Tang Chuchu had a family heirloom to protect her body, so she picked up Xu Qingxiang and followed Fu Kuan.

Fu Kuan didn't help Feng Jiu at all, and took the opportunity to rush out of the house.

Then came to the main entrance of the small yard.

He stood the round mirror in his hand firmly on the ground.

A gust of wind suddenly blew through.

Feng Jiu's figure flickered, and she escaped from the attack of the distorted creature.

He clapped his hands together and roared.

"Square Yama Formation, successful!"