My phone can catch ghosts

Bai Moling looked at the portraits in front of her, her eyes gradually blurred, she couldn't help reaching out her hand to touch these paintings.

Seeing this, Luo Hao quickly ran over and took Bai Moling's hand.

"Don't stare at the pictures."

As soon as Luo Hao finished speaking, he saw the figure on one of the paintings on the wall, that is, Xin Ziqiu, who suddenly came to life. He got out of the painting and threw himself directly on Bai Moling.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law!"

Luo Hao struck Xin Ziqiu with a palm of lightning. Xin Ziqiu's body turned into smoke and dissipated.

"Don't underestimate this girl!" Bai Moling was also angry, and she swung out a sword energy, directly slashing at the painting on the wall.

However, in the next second, after the sword energy touched the painting, it was actually sucked in by the painting.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy sucked into the painting unexpectedly flew out from the painting on the wall behind Bai Moling.

"Get out of the way!" Luo Hao hurriedly pulled Bai Moling to his side.

"Thorn-"

Although Bai Moling avoided this sword qi, Luo Hao's arm was hit, and blood flowed immediately.

"Brother Luo!"

Bai Moling hurried to check on Luo Hao's wound.

"I'm fine, it's just a small wound." Luo Hao took out a hemostatic bandage to remove the wound for himself.

Bai Moling wanted to help, but from the painting on the wall, Xin Ziqiu flew out again and continued to attack Bai Moling.

This time Bai Moling learned a lesson, she didn't rush to attack with sword qi, but relied on the sharpness of the long sword to confront the enemy head-on.

When the blood energy of the sword body approached Xin Ziqiu, the man immediately avoided it like a mouse seeing a cat, and got into the painting again.

"effective."

The magic spell that Luo Hao added to her sword before is still effective, and it happens to be effective for Xin Ziqiu.

Now Bai Moling gained confidence, no matter which painting Xin Ziqiu hid in, she slashed directly at the wall with her sword after sword.

Soon, all the paintings on the wall were opened by Bai Moling, and the drawing paper was scattered all over the floor, but Xin Ziqiu did not appear.

"Where did you go? Come out!"

Bai Moling looked around, but did not see Xin Ziqiu's ghost.

"Majestic Tianlong, Ksitigarbha Dharma Eye, Prajna Baba Coax, Manifest Dharma!"

Luo Hao's gaze was fixed, and a golden light appeared on his forehead immediately, opening his Dharma Eye.

Looking around, Luo Hao soon found where Xin Ziqiu was. He was hiding in the other half of a painting that was cut in half by Bai Moling on the ground.

"Mo Ling, he's in the half painting on the ground next to your right foot." Luo Hao reminded loudly.

Bai Moling reacted extremely quickly, turned around, and stabbed the long sword in the half of the painting.

"Fuck-"

There was a puff of smoke from the painting, and the smoke gradually changed into Xin Ziqiu's appearance. When he exhaled, a stream of blood directly hit Bai Moling's face.

Bai Moling only felt blood red in front of her eyes, and then she couldn't see anything.

Xin Ziqiu wanted to continue attacking Bai Moling, but he suddenly sensed the danger. When he turned his head, he saw Luo Hao opened his bow, and a talisman arrow shot at him.

Xin Ziqiu immediately chose to give up killing Bai Moling, turned into smoke and got into the painting again.

Taking advantage of the victory, Luo Hao pursued, locked on Xin Ziqiu's location with his eyes, and shot another arrow.

This arrow directly hit the painting on the ground, but like the sword energy before, it directly entered into the painting.

Then I saw this arrow fly out from another painting, and shot at Luo Hao instead.

Luo Hao turned around, dodged the arrow, and at the same time took out a bottle of Wuxin's blood and rubbed it on the arrow.

Locking on Xin Ziqiu's position, he shot another arrow.

With the power of Wuxin's blood, the arrow was not sucked into the painting, and it was firmly nailed to the painting.

But Xin Ziqiu in the painting ran fast, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Regardless of following Xin Ziqiu, Luo Hao hurriedly came to Bai Moling's side, took out the eye medicine and applied it on Bai Moling.

"Is it better?" Luo Hao asked concerned.

Bai Moling nodded and said: "It's much better, I can see things now, but my eyes are still a little sore."

"It will be fine in a while. This eye medicine can get rid of the evil spirit in your eyes."

Seeing that Bai Moling was fine, Luo Hao went to look for Xin Ziqiu's trace again.

But this time, Luo Hao looked all over the paintings on the ground, but couldn't find Xin Ziqiu.

"Where did you hide?"

Just when Luo Hao was wondering, Bai Moling beside her suddenly raised her sword and stabbed Luo Hao.

Luo Hao was caught off guard, and a cut was cut on his waist.

"Mo Ling?"

Luo Hao covered the wound, looked at Bai Moling, and saw that her eyes were blood red and her face was full of murderous aura.

"When Xin Ziqiu spewed blood at Mo Ling just now, he took the opportunity to cast an evil spell in Mo Ling's body, so as to control Mo Ling." Luo Hao quickly judged Bai Mo Ling's current state.

But the current situation does not allow Luo Hao to think too much, Bai Moling has already raised her sword and killed him.

It was only after fighting Bai Moling in person that Luo Hao felt the strength of Bai Moling. Her sword was elegant and agile. Although her power didn't look strong, it was so weird and changeable that Luo Hao could only dodge it.

Just when Luo Hao was forced to back again and again by Bai Moling and was at a disadvantage, the paintings scattered on the ground suddenly floated up and turned into circular sawtooth blades spinning at high speed.

There were hundreds of these blades, all aimed at Luo Hao, flying towards Luo Hao.

Luo Hao's complexion changed drastically. Now he not only has to take care of himself not to be hurt by these blades, but also to protect Bai Moling.

So Luo Hao took out a dust whisk, flicked his right hand violently, and at the same time recited the Great Law Mantra.

"Dawei Tianlong, Daluo Dharma Mantra, World-Honored One Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Ma Huo, Thunder, Lightning, Wind and Fire, Concentration!"

The silver thread on the fly whisk immediately lengthened, tightly binding Bai Moling who was slashing at him with a sword, and was bound from head to toe into a white cocoon by the silver thread.

"Selter—Aura Shield!"

Luo Hao strode forward, and while hugging Bai Moling, he used his supernatural ability to cast an oval-shaped transparent shield to protect the two of them inside.

"Bang bang bang-"

Hundreds of serrated blades hit the shield, making a piercing sound.

After a while, the serrated blades, which had nowhere to break through the protective cover, stopped spinning, and fell to the ground one by one, turning into paintings again.

Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and only then had time to check Bai Moling's status.

"Well--"

Although Bai Moling was tied up, she still desperately wanted to break free.

Luo Hao bought a century-old willow stick from the mobile phone store, tied it with a red string, and then dripped a drop of Wuxin's blood on it. He wanted to use this willow stick to drive out the evil spirit of blood in Bai Moling's body.

Luo Hao grabbed the silver thread on Bai Moling's body with his left hand, and the willow stick with his right hand.

"untie!"

The silver thread on Bai Moling's body immediately loosened, Luo Hao pulled with his left hand, and the silver thread came off Bai Moling's body.

Without restraint, Bai Moling continued to attack Luo Hao without stopping.

Luo Hao raised his right hand, faster than Bai Moling, and threw the wicker onto Bai Moling's body.

"what!"

Bai Moling let out a painful howl, and immediately after that, she saw a mass of black-brown blood evil spirit, which was blown out from the chest of Bai Moling's back.

Luo Hao flung out the silver thread in his left hand, and the silver thread immediately entangled the ball of evil blood.

"Fire, burn!"

A ball of fire burst out of Luo Hao's palm, he used the fire as a shot put, and threw it directly at the bloody evil spirit entangled in the silver thread.

"Fuck-"

Together with the silver thread, the evil spirit of blood was burned to ashes.