Urban Horror House

"No, this happened for real. He is so proud that he cannot be easily subdued. There is definitely a way out."

Ding Jianbo came back to his senses, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

He believed that the esoteric master from the Tibetan area must have a unique move to kill Chen Sixian.

It's just that in the next moment, his jaw was really about to drop to the ground.

The big man nodded at Chen Sixian and smiled like a dog.

He was really subdued!

"I rely on!"

At this time, everyone couldn't help but swear.

Ding Jianbo's eyeballs almost flew out.

When I saw you earlier, you said that you were a vajra god, and the grandmaster was just a little bit of rubbish, and you had the lives of three Huaguo grandmasters in your hands. There was nothing but arrogance when talking and laughing.

Now that you have given in so quickly, do you have any blood?
What about your arrogance?
What about your backbone that was not afraid of the earth and the earth?
Ding Jianbo thought that the big man was just trying to delay the attack, and had been waiting for his next move, but he was disappointed.

The big man lowered his head and said nothing, as docile as a dog.

The old Taoist frowned.

Han Song laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, you are indeed a leader, you are really amazing!"

After the scar face was unwilling, he quickly praised Chen Sixian: "Brother's force is extremely high, and this monk from other places who beat him has no temper at all, he is simply invincible!"

Dong Yun didn't speak, but his face was full of joy.

The fact that Chen Sixian defeated the lion-roaring man so easily showed that he was right in judging Chen Sixian's strength, and that he really might be in the realm of a great master.

Even if he is not a grand master, he is still the best among the masters.

Han Song, who stepped into the Grand Master Realm, faced the attack of the big man and the old Taoist, almost died. Chen Sixian not only rescued him, but also slapped the big man twice, and knocked him to the ground. Dare not resist.

This kind of strength...it's frightening to think about it carefully.

Lin Guo whispered to Lin Shiyun: "You have to be optimistic about this little husband, you are so outstanding, it would be bad if someone else snatched you away."

"Dad, you're talking nonsense again!"

Lin Shiyun rolled her eyes at Lin Guo, her face flushed slightly, but her heart was sweet. Looking at Chen Sixian's domineering figure, she felt extremely proud.

This is her Lin Shiyun's man, who is excellent and shining.

The big man just now had his hands shining, but he was knocked to the ground by Chen Sixian, his man is the most powerful, there is no doubt about it!
Ding Jianguo looked at the big man who dared not move, his face was so ugly that he looked like he had eaten a fly.

"But there's one more person!"

He turned all his hopes to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist looked at Chen Sixian and said with a chuckle: "You have some means, but that's all. No matter how powerful a mortal's means are, they will have their limits."

When everyone was wondering.

The old Taoist took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his bosom, flicked it in the void, and immediately the talisman paper burned and turned into a ball of flame.

It's just that the flame looks rather strange.

It's not a smooth red flame, but white, like the dark white ashes, which makes one can't help but think of an unknown existence.

With the appearance of the flames, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees, and many people couldn't help shivering.

"What is this?"

Chen Sixian looked at him and asked knowingly.

"Haha, it seems that you are really a mortal who pretends to be a ghost and doesn't know the real cultivation method, ha ha, but since you want to ask, the old Taoist can explain it to you." The old Taoist said.

As he spoke, the old Taoist reached out and pointed at Chen Sixian, and the flame rushed towards Chen Sixian.

Faintly, people seem to see the flame, which seems to be in the shape of a child, or a child with a hideous face.

"My mother, what the hell is this?"

Many ancient martial arts masters, including Ge Yun and others, were all shocked.

Han Song felt an extremely terrifying sense of crisis.

He looked at the child, took another look at the talisman paper, and said in a low voice, "Spirit-controlling talisman!"

He once heard the ascetics tell him about these talismans, and he didn't pay attention to it at first, but looking at the situation in front of him and thinking about the information he knew in the past, he just felt a chill down his spine.

The spirit control talisman is a kind of talisman paper that can store and control the soul, but most of the time, no ascetics will use it.

Because the spirit control talisman will cause harm to the soul, causing the soul to be claustrophobic inside, creating a sense of fear and fear, and becoming a violent and irritable personality, even extremely murderous, who needs to kill to release its anger.

Even after entering the underworld, people worry that the soul stored in the talisman has personality defects, which will cause various obstacles to future reincarnation.

Because this kind of practice is detrimental to yin virtue, even if the orthodox monks want to take the ghost out of a certain place, they no longer use it, but use other Taoism or magic weapons.

But some evil ascetics just use this kind of spirit-controlling talisman to foster little ghosts, making the already perverse and violent little ghosts even more eerie and terrifying, so as to drive the little ghosts for their own use!
In front of him, the ferocious villain inside that ball of white flames is probably a brat!

That old Taoist priest is actually a frightening evil cultivator who exorcises ghosts!

After Han Song was shocked, he wanted to help, but it was too late.

At this moment, the little ghost has almost rushed in front of Chen Sixian.

"Fight it, try it!"

Han Song frowned, mobilized his internal energy to the extreme, and unleashed all his potential. Like a hungry tiger, he rushed towards the little ghost, bit the blood on the tip of his tongue, and sprayed it at the little ghost in the white flames.

With blood on the tip of the tongue, the yang energy is the strongest, and it can ward off evil spirits and cure ghosts!

Cultivating ancient warriors, biting blood on the tip of their tongue will even hinder their practice, but he doesn't care, what he wants is for Chen Sixian to live!

Seeing the blood coming, the little ghost seemed a little scared and wanted to dodge, but the old Taoist flicked the whisk, and the whisk suddenly scattered, blocking all the blood on the tip of his tongue.

"court death!"

At the same time, he looked at Han Song with a sneer, and a hot flame burst out from his palm.

The flame was no longer white, but fiery red, exuding a terrifying temperature, and the surrounding temperature was distorted by the scorching.

Everyone looked at the flame in shock.

First, a white flame was released from the talisman paper, and there seemed to be a ghost in the flame, and at this moment, a hot fire appeared in the palm of the hand out of thin air!
This guy is not a pretending fake Taoist priest, but a real cultivator with destructive power!
Both Ge Yun's and Scarface's lips trembled.

The ghost in Chen Sixian's Haunted House is fake, but the old Taoist's ghost seems to be real!

The moment the old Taoist blocked the blood from the tip of Han Song's tongue.

The white flames had thrown down Chen Sixian's forehead, covering his entire head!
"He's...he's dead."

In the shocked gaze of Ge Yun and others, the old man raised his hand and patted Han Song's heart.

Extremely fast, swift as thunder.

brush!
Han Song quickly dodged and jumped away. The old Taoist priest was about to chase him down when suddenly a hand appeared like lightning and grabbed his arm.

"How old are you, and you still play this kind of low-IQ rubbish magic? It's an eyesore, so get rid of it quickly."

He looked up in astonishment, and Chen Sixian was looking at him playfully.

"Why are you moving? Where's my kid?" he asked.

He let the little ghost control Chen Sixian, making him unable to move, but how could this person move, and even shoot him?
"That magic prop, let me blow it out, the fire in your hand is still not extinguished? Okay, if you don't come, I will help you."

Chen Sixian breathed out, and the blazing flame in the old Taoist priest's hand was extinguished immediately.

The old Taoist stood there in a daze, at a loss.

Everyone looked at them, looked at each other in blank dismay, dumbfounded.