Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

In the black air, ghosts and wolves howled.

One by one ghost hands are poking out from inside.

Lin Xiao was directly wrapped up from all directions.

"This trick is called the Gate of Hell! Let me see how you, a mere Taoist priest, can crack it!"

The smile on Xuanyuan Zhantian's face gradually distorted, and the smile was so brilliant.

to be frank.

The name of this trick is quite bluffing.

however……

For Lin Xiao.

The cultivation base of these ghosts is still a bit worse.

The strongest ones are all under 50 years old.

Without saying a word, Lin Xiao stood where he was, and his hands began to form seals.

soon.

A golden ring suddenly appeared in front of Lin Xiao.

One after another, obscure and incomprehensible spells protected his whole body.

at last.

The first ghost hand touched the spell.

But soon...

The ghost hand dissipated instantly.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Zhantian frowned slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Followed by.

The second ghost hand, the third ghost hand...the tenth ghost hand.

All turned into powder!

Lin Xiao, like a god, stood still in place.

"Just this level of cultivation is far from enough."

Lin Xiao's tone was as cold as a knife.

next second.

He slowly raised the copper coin sword, mixed with streaks of golden light, and slashed fiercely at the front.

Waves of majestic Dao Qi roared out like a giant dragon.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

But all the ghost hands that came into contact with Dao Qi disappeared and turned into dust! !

"The gates of hell? Not much!"

The corner of Lin Xiao's mouth curled into a smile.

next second.

His body rushed forward suddenly, carrying bursts of thunder, rushing towards Xuanyuan Zhantian.

"presumptuous!!"

See here.

Xuanyuan Zhantian let out a loud roar, and grabbed the air with both hands indiscriminately.

A huge phantom ghostly figure stood in front of him impressively.

The sword energy ruthlessly hit the ghost figure Xuying.

He couldn't do anything to him!

"Jie Jie Jie!!"

Xuanyuan Zhantian let out a shriveled and miserable smile, "Little Taoist! You have Dao Qi to protect your body, and I also have a ghost body to protect you! Come, break my ghost!!"

heard.

Lin Xiao's face was more dignified.

Two eyes stared straight at Xuanyuan Zhantian's five or six meter high ghost figure in front of him.

Shadows are scary.

All the facial features are raised, and it looks like a Rakshasa ghost.

Just at this time.