Horror game live BUG is actually my own

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is a magic weapon to accommodate thousands of evil spirits and ghosts.The flags are raised, and there are thousands of troops and horses, no one dares not to follow.

Truly one for many, many for one.

"You actually sacrificed it...!"

When Fan Xiangyi saw the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, he instantly disregarded other things, flew straight at Cen Yi, and stretched out his hand to grab the flagpole!But before he touched the flagpole, the long knife made of black smoke slashed straight at him!Fan Xiangyi raised the epee to block it with his backhand. When the long knife was blocked, the epee was directly split in half.

Fan Xiangyi simply threw the trash from the northern Xinjiang people, and made a movement of drawing a sword in the void, and he pulled out a long sword out of thin air!

The long sword has a solid body, it is as cold as ice, and the cold light is shimmering.Black smoke was everywhere around him, and he didn't dare to approach Fan Xiangyi, nor did he dare to stain his long sword.When Fan Xiang raised his sword, the invisible coercion suddenly spread, and the black smoke around him disappeared, forming a strangely clean space immediately.Fan Xiang repeatedly looked at Qi Yingfei who was several times taller than him and was still riding on the horse, and he jumped up and slashed down hard!

Swish-! ! !

Qi Yingfei's powerful long sword was cut off by the long sword!

However, the ubiquitous black smoke on the battlefield quickly condensed, and the long knife of the "God of War" quickly "grows" and returns to its original shape.

Fan Xiang had expected it early in the morning, pointed his long sword at Qi Yingfei, and smiled coldly: "Guess what I'm going to cut this time?"

Qi Yingfei didn't answer, but the black smoke around him rapidly increased and became thicker, as if it could cover his figure.The black smoke came from the entire battlefield, and also from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.A steady stream of ghost resentment gushed out from the banner woven of black smoke and gathered around Qi Yingfei.It is turbulent and strong, as if people can hear the howling and screaming of ghosts.

This horrifying sight did not make Fan Xiang retreat half a point.On the contrary, he pointed the tip of his sword at Qi Yingfei's head, and shouted loudly: "Hand over his soul! Use his soul to feed you with thousands of soul banners, what are you?!"

The sound was like a bell ringing in the air, and the black smoke would vibrate and dissipate.At the same time, Brahma was ready to fight, and the vacuum around him was expanding, and the invisible force was expanding and swallowing, and the black smoke was torn and shredded by it without a trace.

The black smoke was consumed too quickly, and in order to replenish it, the grievances of ghosts rushed out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner also increased rapidly, pouring down like a torrent.The flagpole seemed to be overwhelmed, shaking in the air.

It turned out that Cen Yi, who was supporting the flagpole, was about to lose his hold.

As early as the moment he raised the flying eagle flag, black smoke was lingering around him, making it difficult for him to use his hands and feet.The black smoke also contained the howls and cries of resentful ghosts, some were high and some were low, some were big and some were small, some were plaintive and some were mournful.The sound was like fingernails scraping on the blackboard, electric drills hitting the wall above their heads, and heavy hammers hitting people's temples.At this moment, Cen Yi couldn't take care of other things, and he had already spent all his mind standing there gritting his teeth.

He didn't even have the energy to open his eyes to watch the confrontation between Qi Yingfei and Fan Xiangyi.

However, as more and more resentment from the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner gushed out, the cold and stagnant feeling, and the miserable howl that lingered in the beam became more and more intense.Cen Yi lost feeling in his limbs, and his ears were ringing from pain, but the ringing in his ears couldn't cover up the wailing of thousands of ghosts.Cen Yi's breathing became difficult, and his spirit and strength had already reached their limit.

On the other hand, Fu Yan's situation was not good.

The second after Fan Xiang leaped out, the war horse immediately became irritable.The ghost's resentment made it go crazy. It pedaled and jumped wildly, and Fu Yan was thrown off the horse immediately.If he hadn't reacted quickly and rolled away, he would have been trampled heavily by the horse.

"Hiss...!" Fu Yan's hand was still bleeding, and the pain was so severe that it made his eyes darken, and it was difficult to gather the strength to stand up.The black smoke seems to be attracted by his blood, scrambling to collect on the wound on his hand, sucking him, penetrating him, making him feel the cold breath running around in his body.

Fu Yan struggled to get up, but more and more black smoke wrapped around him, covering him layer by layer.When Fu Yan exhausted his last bit of strength to sit up, the black smoke had already surrounded him like a big black cocoon.There are many ghosts and ghosts, and the sound of magic is piercing through his ears, everything is killing his last sobriety.

In Fu Yan's half-opened chaotic vision, it seemed that he could only see the Wanhun Banner fluttering high through the gap in the black smoke.

"..." Fu Yan wanted to pull out the dagger and try it out, but he was frozen and fainted from the pain, and the last dizziness was in front of him.

Swish-!

A long sword instantly split the black cocoon, and the next moment, Fan Xiangyi's power scattered the black smoke.

Fan Xiangyi was so annoyed by Qi Yingfei that he wanted to raise his sword to chop Qi Yingfei.In the end, when he found Fu Yan from the corner of his eye, he turned around and smashed the black smoke without thinking, and picked him up with one hand.

Fu Yan was already as cold as if he had been put into a freezer, his whole body was icy cold.His eyes were half-open, and his vision was distracted, as if he couldn't focus.

Fan Xiang became even more angry at once, even he himself didn't know what evil fire he was blowing.But he had to dispel the black smoke from Fu Yan's body first, so he half-squatted and half-kneeled to hug him, and then used his own strength to rush into Fu Yan's body and walk around, forcing the ghost's resentment that was eating him away first. come out.

Fan Xiangyi's power was much stronger than that of Black Smoke. If it wasn't for Fan Xiangyi's patient and precise control, Fu Yan would have died faster.But even so, the domineering force washing through Fu Yan's body still made him convulse involuntarily in pain.

Fan Xiangyi's experience in saving people is much less than that in killing people, not to mention that what he is saving now is a fragile mortal body, which looks like glass that shatters at the first glance of Fan Xiangyi.He really didn't know how to operate to be more gentle, so he could only hold Fu Yan down, and said in a deep voice, "Hold on, hold on!"

The black smoke that he forced out seeped from Fu Yan's wounds, and drifted into the air, carrying a faint and strange smell of blood.Fan Xiang glanced at the resentment of these ghosts, who were about to bring the power obtained by gnawing on Fu Yan, and feed back the banner of thousands of souls, and his heart panicked with hatred.

He insisted on tearing up the banner of ten thousand souls, and it was useless for the emperor to stop him!

At this moment, Fu Yan's workbook suddenly flew out of his arms, and a lot of papers fluttered out, chasing after the black smoke!

But the black smoke shot up very fast, as if something was attracting them in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the black smoke was sucked in very quickly.The paper did not catch up with the black smoke, and circled around the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, forming a white whirlpool like a flock of birds.

Soon, they gradually formed shapes in the circle.On the paper where no words were originally written, traces began to appear, one after another, one after another.Fan Xiangyi didn't have time to care about this fancy thing, but when he took the time to glance at it, he suddenly saw what it was putting together.

With so many sheets of paper, they are actually forming a huge pen array!

Of course, it is very simple, there is only one stick figure of "house", one "yes" and one "no".That "house" looked familiar, it seemed to be an enlarged version of the house pattern that Fu Yan had drawn before.

Fan Xiangyi had never seen such a situation before, so he really didn't understand what it was going to do.

The formation was quickly completed, and the pattern of the house happened to surround the flagpole.In other words, the flagpole was just "inserted" in the range of the "house".

The paper flew upwards slowly, and the formation also lifted upwards, approaching the flag at the top step by step.If a sheet is blown, shredded, or dropped, new ones are added, layer upon layer.

Finally, the flag passed through the "house".

At this moment, it seemed that there was an invisible, huge hand that stroked the banner of ten thousand souls.The strength of this hand was so great that it squeezed out many ghosts from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner like twisting water.Demons and demons, ghosts and ghosts, black smoke as thick as ink sprayed all over the sky, covering the sky that was already covered with dark clouds.These ghosts still had a rancid and fishy smell, and turned this place into a purgatory.

"What the hell is summoning souls..." Fan Xiangyi sneered, this was simply squeezing the banner of ten thousand souls!Let it spit out the ghost inside!

But Fan Xiangyi soon stopped laughing.

The Pen Fairy Formation pulled out a huge ball of light from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

It is powerful and dazzling, but it is surrounded by countless black smoke.Every ghost wants to bite it, but every ghost will be burned by it.Its light trembled, as if it was breathing, and with every breath, waves of energy hit the ground like ocean waves.

Fan Xiang's face froze: "It's the soul...!"

Before he had time to make a move, the paper that made up the pen fairy array was suddenly collected, and the ball of light was swallowed directly!

The moment the pen fairy array disappeared, just now the stream of ghosts and black smoke was continuously spit out, as if a switch had been turned, and it was madly devouring thousands of wronged souls and black smoke!It devours extremely fast, as if a black hole is absorbing everything around it.The speed of the paper group was even faster, returning to the workbook in the blink of an eye.Then, the workbook quickly flew towards Fu Yan.

"It's you again!" Fan Xiangyi was also taken a step ahead by this shit last time.If it wasn't for him not being able to spare his hand now, he really wanted to directly pierce this broken book with a sword.

The workbook ignored him at all, and directly opened it to Fu Yan, and a bright light suddenly appeared!

It gave Fu Yan the soul it swallowed just now!

Fan Xiangyi didn't stop it, nor did he want to stop it.His mind was chaotic, but the main and greatest idea was only one: It really is...! ! !

Fan Xiangyi's eyes burst into eagerness and ecstasy, but he didn't dare to move much at this moment.He was hugging the person and holding the sword to guard secretly, surrounded by a cold force, protecting Fu Yan from gods and ghosts.

As the powerful ball of light sank into Fu Yan's body, Fan Xiangyi's power was ejected.Fu Yan's unstoppable trembling and convulsions also stopped, and his frowning brows relaxed.Under Fan Xiangyi's watchful eyes, Fu Yan's hand, which had been gouged out with a piece of flesh, was decomposed and regenerated, and it returned to its original shape in just a few breaths.

This soul merged with Fu Yan so quickly and so easily, Fan Xiang couldn't even blink his eyes, and stared at him the whole way through.Finally, everything calmed down.

The workbook fell into Fu Yan's arms, and Fan Xiangyi squeezed it and shook it: "There is still a soul, spit it out!"

Workbooks play dead.

Fan Xiangyi sneered, stuffed it into Fu Yan's arms, and stood up holding the still unconscious man.

He glanced at Qi Yingfei, then at the tumbling Wanhun Banner in the air, and said coldly, "I'll deal with you later."

After all, Fan Xiangyi took Fu Yan and disappeared in place.

The next moment, Wanhun Banner also completely absorbed the surrounding ghosts and black smoke.The sky and the earth were clean, even Qi Yingfei and his war horse returned to their normal human and horse appearances.

The coldness of Cen Yi's limbs faded away, and finally he could no longer stand up, and he fell straight forward with the flagpole in a daze.

An arm catches him.