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The man in black was tall and tall, carrying the little monk with the lantern on his shoulders, but he didn't seem to be struggling at all. His figure was steady and his steps were steady, but he didn't even make a sound when he stepped on the ground, and his breathing rate was also very low. It should be specially trained.

This person looks very familiar with Bingsheng Middle School, and he also knows the places where monsters are often active. When passing by the classroom, he basically just ignores it without squinting, and has no intention of going in to investigate. It must be that he knew that there were no other monsters, and it seemed that he had made very good preparations.

However, the whereabouts of monsters are actually relatively easy to find out. After all, they have a very strong sense of territory. They often only occupy one place and seldom move their nests, unless they encounter irresistible factors, such as being beaten by an onmyoji. There is a landslide, and so on. Only in this situation will we look for other sites.

The terrain of Bingsheng Middle School is relatively simple. The man walked very fast, and Yingcao had to deal with the flashlight light that he occasionally shot over when following him. In time, not once was he spotted.

The man walked around the playground, and the big hole that Yingcao made before appeared in front of his eyes. The big hole was still a bit deep. Yingcao rubbed the tip of his nose guiltily, but the man didn't look sideways, and only trembled twice The big net with the little monk with the lantern adjusted its position and walked forward.

The little monk carrying the lantern was awakened by his shaking back and forth twice, and opened his eyes in confusion. He fumbled for his three lanterns in his hands for the first time, held them tightly in his arms, and rubbed his cheeks against the blue leather lanterns before he felt Reassured, suddenly his eyes widened as if he was frightened, as if he realized that he was first knocked out with a brick, then wrapped in a sack and carried on his shoulders, and he didn't know where he was going to be sent.

The little monk carrying the lantern realized this and struggled. The ghost fire ball got out of the lantern core and spun around in his palm. Yingcao suddenly felt bad. There was still a spell on the net, and it was too late to stop it. step.

The will-o’-the-wisps hit the net bag, and the light blue charm flashed a light-colored white light, and all the will-o’-the-wisps were bounced back without leaving, and the little monk with the lantern surrounded in the bag had nowhere to hide. You have to scream.

This is the original demonic energy of the little monk with the lamp. It is not unreasonable to be seriously injured, but it is not uncomfortable. This spell has some meaning, and it is somewhat similar to the belt of Yuhun Jingji.

However, although the spell can reflect the damage, it doesn't seem to be able to cover the temperature generated by the ghost fireball. Yingcao noticed that the man's footsteps accelerated, and the shoulders of the monk carrying the lantern shook. Yingcao guessed that the distance to the destination should be approaching. Otherwise, the normal order must be to check for any problems first, instead of arriving at the destination first.

Yingcao didn't hesitate anymore, she appeared from the dark, and the eyes of the little monk with the lantern lit up, Yingcao put her finger in front of her mouth to signal the little monk with the lantern to keep quiet, she was mostly in the position of parent taking care of the two bear children The little lantern-carrying monk was much more considerate of the overall situation than the lantern ghosts, so he nodded, covered his mouth and said nothing.

Yingcao nodded, and first a healing light hit it, and the slightly reddened skin of the little monk with the lantern became the same as before. Then Yingcao didn't stop, and signaled the little monk with the lantern to use the ghost fire ball.

The little monk with the lantern showed doubts in his eyes, but he still chose to obey Yingcao's words, and three fireballs jumped out from the blue leather lantern. He was about to attack, but Yingcao stopped him, she waved to him and made a Burn gesture.

What the firefly grass wants to burn is not the net, the net with the spells on it is resistant to demon power, no matter how hard the little monk with the lantern tries, he can't do it in a short time, but even if the fireball with demonic aura can't hit it, just touching it will kill it. It is more than enough for humans.

Listening to Yingcao's order, the little monk carrying the lantern adjusted his posture. It was not very comfortable to lean on his side, but the little monk with the lantern pressed the ghost fireball on the man's back. The man was burned, but the trembling of his body was not deceitful, and the little monk with the lamp had a sense of pleasure of revenge.

Tell you to beat me with bricks, and put me in a sack, what should I do if the lantern ghost and the ancient cage fire follow suit?They are still children.

If Yingcao knew what the lantern-carrying monk was thinking, she could only say it, as expected of a bosom brother.

Although the ghost fire ball has the character of fire, it doesn't actually have the slightest hint of warmth. On the contrary, it has a sinister air and a coldness that can penetrate into the bones. The fluorescent light illuminated the face of the little monk carrying the lamp, who was holding his breath for a moment, and it looked really scary.

The man seemed to be frightened, he raised his hand and threw the little monk with the lantern out. The door of the indoor basketball court was ajar, and the monk with the lantern knocked open the door and fell into the indoor basketball court.

The door has been completely knocked open, and Yingcao looked at the dark room. With the monster's impressive eyesight, she couldn't see clearly. She always felt that this was a trick to invite the king into the urn, but the little monk with the lamp was already inside. Grass held her own dandelion, relying on her force value, she didn't worry too much, so she rushed in directly.

The ghost fire ball of the little monk with the lantern was especially obvious in the dark, so Yingcao ran towards him. She directly stretched out her hand to the talisman, regardless of the sudden burst of light from the talisman, and endured the tingling pain of her fingertips to infuse the demon power easily. Roughly tore it off in one go.

The amulet that had been forcibly destroyed by Yingcao's demonic power became dim, and the characters on it had faded away, and there were no traces. It was just an ordinary piece of white paper.

The net pocket becomes the most common thing without the charm, and the will-o'-the-wisp of the monk-carrying monk turns to ashes when it is ignited.

Yingcao couldn't relax at this time, and sure enough, in the next second, all the lights on the basketball court turned on, and Bingsheng Middle School was so rich to install searchlights, the bright light hurt Yingcao's eyes.

Yingcao's hand holding the dandelion was subconsciously about to attack, but she found that she couldn't move anymore, her eyes rolled around, thinking of the key, and she looked up, and all the searchlights on the basketball court were stuck with flashlights Same spell.

This is not over yet, and the spells of Onmyoji are not cheap.

Suddenly a childish voice came, "ciao, I'm reborn." Yingcao followed the voice and saw a little baby standing in the center of the field. He was wearing a suit and a green chameleon was lying on the brim of his hat. , performed a Western hat-tipping ceremony, and looked extraordinarily gentlemanly.

Even though it was just a three-headed baby with a pacifier, Yingcao didn't dare to relax at all. She didn't feel the presence of other people in the arena just now. The baby was exposed in front of her eyes, and she hardly felt it. He noticed that his breathing rate was actually lower than that of the man in black before, and he would be ignored if he didn't pay attention.

"This is beyond my expectation." Reborn lowered the brim of his hat, "It turned out to be a firefly that caused such a big commotion." He seemed to have done research on monsters, which was much better than Prison Temple's half-understanding, To be able to directly tell Yingcao's race, Yingcao believed that those rare and useful spells came from reborn's hands more than Prison Temple.

Seeing that Yingcao remained silent, Reborn was not angry, but only drew his own conclusions, "Among Japanese monsters, Yingcao seems to be a very weak monster."

Seeing him say this, Yingcao was not very angry. No matter in the cognition of monsters or onmyojis, Yingcao is such a monster, but she will be taught by Yingcao until she almost knelt down and called her father.

But Yingcao still wants to know what they want to do, even though they don't look like onmyojis with the spells, they don't have aura.

Yingcao took a closer look at reborn, hey, she blinked her eyes, she seemed to have just seen a flash of red light, which implied the power of order, and she attached the demon power to her eyes to observe, and felt a little bit when she touched it. In an instant, it was like being burned by the hot sun, and the brain was stabbed like an electric current, and there was only a dazzling blood red in front of the eyes. The healing shield was triggered spontaneously, and the coldness relieved the pain.

Yingcao regained his composure and felt sorry for him, but he was not afraid to die and looked again, but it was not overwhelmed by the demon power. The ray of light penetrated into the pacifier hanging around his neck, flashed like a dragon-like trace, and then disappeared. If it wasn't for the stinging pain in her eyes, Yingcao would almost think it was just an illusion of hers.

At this time, I heard Reborn's childish voice saying, "I paid a lot of money to order the spell from the onmyoji. It doesn't look very worthwhile. I thought it would be a big monster like the legendary big tengu." In the words There is no shortage of pity.

Yingcao's temper suddenly became violent, not to mention the big monster will listen to you after being greeted with a spell first?But there are so many monsters, it's hard to compare with anyone, and he voted for Hei Qingming's big tengu, plus the old hatred from being splashed with holy water before, new hatred and old hatred come together.

Yingcao, who originally planned to listen to what happened first, became angry all of a sudden. Although she still had lingering fears about the ray of light on Reborn's body, the ray of light appeared weird and powerful, but Yingcao was not a coward, and she I also don't believe that the little baby in front of me can still play with the order between heaven and earth. This is two concepts from the previous concept of being able to carry an airplane. The former involves the great way, which is a realm that the ancients can rarely reach even if they spend their entire lives. .

Dissatisfaction is just a ding!

Is there any difference between listening to the explanation first and then beating the person down, and beating the person to kneel down to call dad first and then listening to the explanation?It's not all right, Yingcao's fingers holding the dandelion moved indistinctly.

The demon power on Yingcao boiled, and Dandelion was the first to feel Yingcao's will. The companions of the monsters were always united in the front. Under the impact of the light green light, under the impact of the evil spirit, the invisible chains caused by the spell are undoubtedly revealed.

The transparent chain is tightly wrapped around Yingcao's body, especially the hand holding Dandelion. It is bound tightly three times on the left and three times on the right, and Yingcao's white and tender hand bones can hardly be seen. Under the impact of the firefly grass, such a tight binding couldn't last for a few seconds, and the chains all broke down the middle, and dissipated before they fell to the ground.

Reborn turned his head and looked at the searchlight. One spell had already expired, and the other spells were also crumbling. The spell on it was still struggling for the last time, "Well, it's a bit interesting." The chameleon crawled down along the fingertips, and turned into a gun in an instant.

Reborn held the □□ and pointed at the firefly grass that was still hitting the spell, and the immature childish voice flashed a coldness that did not meet the age, "But it can only go here."

A bullet shot straight at Yingcao's eyebrows, and it was inevitable.