Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

boom!

The exploding thunder illuminated a corner of the courtyard as bright as day, Zhang Yanmiao pointed at him like a knife, and slashed down in the air, the lightning flashed like a horse again, hitting Qiongqi hard.

The ferocious beast was severely injured, and immediately let out a scream. Seeing this situation, it didn't dare to be careless anymore. It flapped its wings and flew into the air, trying to attack Zhang Yanmiao condescendingly.

Unfortunately, it miscalculated again.

If Qiongqi knows that the person in front of him is the "Tianshi Zhang" of Longhu Mountain, and if he can understand the meaning of this word with his intelligence, then it may adopt a more secure attack method instead of rushing to fly to a seemingly safe place. In the air, after all, the forte of the "celestial masters" on Longhu Mountain is the five thunders.The palm thunder it ate just now was just an appetizer.

Unfortunately, it doesn't know.

So, when it swooped down and opened its mouth wide, wishing to bite Zhang Yanmiao in two, a cloud of cloud was ready in midair.Seeing that Qiongqi really rushed forward regardless, Zhang Yanmiao shook his head slightly, pinched the magic formula with his hand, and said "strike" at the exit, it was the thunder from heaven!

Boom!

Heavenly Thunder already contains the power of punishment, and it is a natural enemy for Qiongqi, a creature composed of infinite evil thoughts. This thunder directly scorched half of its body, making the originally ferocious beast look even more horrible. terror.

After being hit hard, Qiongqi fell on the ground, howling unceasingly, Zhang Yanmiao frowned slightly, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but stood a little far away from it, quietly observing.

He had roughly estimated the power of the Four Fiends Hunting Sky Formation before. Although the Four Fiends in the formation were destined to be broken up into evil forces, their strength would not be as powerful as the original version in the legend, but after all It is transformed by the fruit of evil feelings. If the strength is not strong, how can the fruit of evil feelings become an odd number destined to have only one in the world?

But now that he is testing, the Qiongqi strength in front of him is not as difficult as he imagined, which makes Zhang Yanmiao can't help but feel puzzled.

After years of ups and downs, he is no longer the daring but reckless little Taoist priest of the past. Seeing Qiongqi's strange behavior, he did not continue to attack, but stopped and waited for the beast to react.

To Zhang Yanmiao's surprise, Qiongqi lay on the ground for a while, instead of getting up to attack, he buried his head lower and lower, his two wings were tightly attached to the ground, his huge body trembled slightly, and he didn't look like a ferocious beast , rather like a...wronged child?

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, Qiong Qi seemed to have a good understanding with him, raised his head suddenly, opened his mouth wide, and then cried out.

"Wow--"

As if the sound of the baby's cry had been amplified countless times, it was enough to make one's heart tremble. Zhang Yanmiao's face darkened, and he silently recited the pacification formula in his heart, in case there was a mystery hidden in the cry.

After crying, Qiongqi stood up staggeringly, his face like a bull's head was covered with mud and sand, and two gullies were washed out of his eyes by tears, which looked a little funny.

This is... what's the matter?

While Zhang Yanmiao was observing, Qiongqi, who was still crying, suddenly raised his head, his huge body suddenly swelled up, and then——

In front of Zhang Yanmiao, it exploded!

Puff!

It was as if the sound of the balloon being punctured was amplified a thousand times, enough to make people dizzy, and accompanied by the sound, there were countless translucent figures.

These people are old and young, male and female, the only thing they have in common is the expressions on their faces.

Fear, fear, fear, the translucent figure appeared and ran away at the same time, but when they ran a little farther, they seemed to be blocked by something, and could only stay within a certain range, with countless phantoms crowded together , Every face is full of panic and despair.

Trapped in the phantom, Zhang Yanmiao's face was extremely ugly.

People who die in fear will become fear ghosts after death, which is the weakest and harmless kind of "evil ghosts". They will only be trapped in the fear they experienced before death and repeat the cycle unless To achieve enlightenment, or be extradited, otherwise you will not be free.

This kind of ghost dies miserably, and rarely harms anyone. Most practitioners will help when they see it. Left and right are just a little more effort, but at this time...

There are thousands of ghosts here!

Zhang Yanmiao took a few steps towards the middle of the square without hope, and a transparent barrier stood in front of him as he had imagined. When he raised his hand, a thunderbolt struck the barrier fiercely, but it was as silent as a mud cow entering the sea. Breathing—it's not really nothing. After the lightning strike in the palm of his hand, the screams of many ghosts behind him were a bit more horrific than before.

really.

His face was as cold as frost, Zhang Yanmiao glanced over the many ghosts, and finally understood the intention of the people who set up the formation.

The whole picture of the formation eye has appeared in front of his eyes, as long as this formation is broken, a corner of the Four Vicious Hunting Heavenly Formation will collapse.

The operation of this formation does not rely solely on the power of the fear of emotion, but the power of the many fear ghosts in the formation. As long as these fear ghosts are transformed and their fear is dispelled, the formation will break down by itself.

Of course, there is an easier way to break it. As long as you use the five thunder secret method passed down by the master of heaven, and turn all the thousands of ghosts into dust, the formation will naturally be broken.

Zhang Yanmiao is not a soft-hearted person, and he has gone through the most difficult period of time in charge of Longhu Mountain, so it is absolutely impossible for him to have the heart of a bodhisattva.But at this moment, facing thousands of fearful ghosts screaming miserably, his hands trembled slightly, but after all, he did not condense the thunder light that shocked the mind.

Is this your method, Wang Wuxiang...

The rain appeared to be about to stop.

Ever since the four of them gathered at the gate of the government, the pouring rain turned into a sparse drizzle as if the tap had been turned off.

Wang Wuxiang spread his hands a little bored, watching the little raindrops fall on his palm, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

During the decisive battle, it is always beautiful to be accompanied by some strange celestial phenomena. Although the ghost dragon above is dedicated to its duties, it is really not creative. Such a good opportunity, no matter how you say it, you have to have some lightning and thunder, or simply put an aurora or something like that, It's worthy of it.

Sighing in frustration, Wang Wuxiang raised his head and stared at a place not far away.

The beautiful fountain has long been turned into a wreck, and the marble-paved ground is also full of cracks.

Being able to compete with Taotie on an equal footing, even a degraded version of Taotie with only half the strength, is not something ordinary people can do.

Wang Wuxiang frowned slightly as he watched a man and a beast fighting not far away.

It looks like a stalemate here, but in fact, as long as he joins the battle, the situation will be reversed in an instant; Zhang Yanmiao must have been trapped by the fear ghost at this time, facing the weak fear ghost who has never done evil, he will definitely not be able to make a move ;The remaining two rounds...it depends on Mo Ying.

A little bit.

With a slight movement of the fingers, a small hourglass emerged from the fingertips, and less than one-sixth of the black sand above it was left.

Just a little.

Feeling the dark energy between heaven and earth becoming more and more intense, Wang Wuxiang's eyes gradually showed a trace of excitement that he had never had before.

Crack, cluck, cluck.

The tooth-piercing sound of biting came from inside the car, and many people standing outside the car couldn't help but look back again and again. The cage he put on the back seat was now moving non-stop. How did Gui Mu seal the cage tightly, but he still felt nervous.

Even if the man in the cage used to be an eminent monk, he is now a cat—creatures like cats are never very reasonable.

Just when he was in fear, the voice inside the car suddenly stopped.

Before his heart hung in his throat, he heard a crisp cracking sound.

Gah!

Trouble!

Many people were startled, but before he could move, there was a loud bang, and the car window was knocked open from the inside!Immediately afterwards, a mass of things jumped out of the car and jumped onto the roof in a few steps.

The appearance of the monk at this time is not very good-looking: the cracked fragments are wrapped with car window film, sticking to it, turning it into a black and white monster, with blood stains on its mouth and claw tips, one blue and one green. All the yin and yang eyes were dyed crimson, staring fiercely in the direction of the city hall.

Its back stretched into a bow shape, and the white hairs all over its body exploded. It raised its head and sniffed left and right, then rushed towards the gate of the city hall.

Many wanted to stop, but Xi Shao stopped them.

"Do you want to be bitten to death by it?"

"Can……"

Xi Shao shook his head, and pressed many shoulders.

His eyes were fixed on the dark sky, and he said flatly: "You can't stop what happened tonight."

Duo was taken aback, stared blankly at Xi Shao for a while, then silently lowered his head.

He had never realized so clearly that he was just a mortal.

If the battle of Taoists in Longhu Mountain is a magnificent feast that can blind people's eyes, then the battle of exorcists is destined to be a wretched and ugly roadside stall.

Song Guimu rolled on the ground, avoiding the sharp claws of the scorpion, leaned against a tree in embarrassment, and before he could take a breath, he brushed the sharp sword by his ear and made him roll back again.

The boy holding the long sword appeared silently as if blending into the shadows. The sword in his hand was also as dark as the night, with only a little blood hanging on the tip of the sword, which looked particularly eye-catching.

"I didn't know you were playing with swords, brother." Song Guimu reluctantly smiled as he played a piece of talisman paper to stop him.

"I don't know either." The man on the other side answered slowly. His eyes were empty, as if a part of his soul was missing, but his movements were amazingly smooth. The long sword seemed to be an extended part of his body in his hand. Every move he made It's all very natural.

If it was a simple competition of force, he would have to admit defeat if he couldn't pass ten moves.

Man-made ghost king... Damn, you don't even need to learn this like this, do you?

Song Guimu was bitter in his heart, but his face remained calm, secretly calculating his backhand—or ammunition remaining.

He has been preparing for this day for a long time, and he has obtained everything he can get, whether it is a talisman paper or a magic weapon. He may still have the determination to fight against Wuwu, but adding "another"... let alone win, can it be possible? Survival is a problem.

not to mention……

Taking a deep look at that person, Song Guimu bit his lip, forcing himself to make a decision.

That is his brother.

Without him two years ago, Song Guimu would have died long ago.

Without him ten years ago, he would not have been able to become Song Guimu at all. He would have been tortured into a useless person in the artificial ghost king plan of those two bastards, and died in a corner that no one knew about.

Suddenly there was a loud noise next to his ear, Song Guimu subconsciously glanced in the direction of the sound, barely avoiding Zhuwu's claw.

That seems to be where Zhang Fei went... What happened there?

Unlike all of them, Zhang Fei is just an ordinary person. Song Guimu has confidence in the strength of Zhang Yanmiao and Zhong Cuo, but he still doesn't think that Zhang Fei should participate in this matter.

Priest of the ghost king... Hmph, it's thanks to him that he was willing to be tricked into being like this by the underworld!

The disturbed thoughts made the talisman in his hand almost miss the mark, but fortunately, he corrected it immediately, so it didn't lead to a defeat.

But having said that, Zhang Fei is this kind of person... It's not so much that he's so easy to deceive, it's better to say that he will jump into a trap knowing he's being deceived.

That was the case before.

——"You said, from top to bottom, from head to toe, where is the word 'repaying grievances with virtue' written?"

Zhang Fei stared at him condescendingly, the words on his mouth and the movements on his hands were almost opposite.

He paid back that guy's life for 30 years, but Song Guimu knew in his heart that there are some things that can't be counted by losing a few decades of life.

"What are you thinking?"

The cold voice brushed over with the sword edge, drawing a fine bloodstain on his face, Song Guimu coughed, coughing up some bloody smell along with his saliva.

He raised his head, looked at the person standing not far away, and smiled with difficulty.

"I'm thinking—new love or old love, which one should I choose?"