Chapter 411: Killer ghost

"Haha, I didn't expect that the first Lingquan would fall into the hands of my Guiyan. It is a godsend to me, and I deserve to inherit it!"
A giggle of laughter came, and this sound was the same as Ye Yan's, making Ning Wufeng listen to the cold behind.
I saw a man covered in a black robe standing not far from him. And just a hundred meters in front of him, it was a spiritual spring.
As many as thirty or forty monks participated in the dispute over inheritance, but Lingquan only had ten. Being able to win the Lingquan is bound to take an advantage in this dispute over inheritance.
Gui Yan smiled hesitantly, but he did not know that Ning Wufeng behind him also smiled.
However, Lingquan was carrying dozens of extremely beasts in front of it, and the rich spiritual power from Lingquan was all absorbed by the ten big guys.
They lazily fell to the ground, and when they saw Guiyan they were too lazy to move, which was completely different from those beasts that had besieged Ning Wufeng before.
"Unscientific." Ning Wufeng touched his chin, secretly whispered in his heart, why didn't these beasts besiege this ghostly man? Could it be any strange treasure he had?
He couldn't help thinking about Yibao.
I have been sieged by air beasts before, so I would rather dare not care about it this time. He hid aside, tearing a rune depicting the Shield, and converging.
When Guiyan was close to Lingquan, the dozens of Qibeasts suddenly roared to the sky, which was comparable to the strength in the late stage of the spirit, and the sound was as thunderous as to make Guiyan's face pale.
He stepped back and forth hundreds of meters away, with a startled look.
Roar ...
An air beast roared demonstratively at him, but did not walk out of the place near Lingquan.
Ning Wufeng suddenly realized at this moment, it turned out that not the qi beasts did not need aura. It is because they are in the most advantageous position and can enjoy a large amount of Lingquan aura. Therefore, they are not interested in the spiritual power of the ghosts sent to them in front of them.
As soon as his eyes lighted up, the spiritual power flowing out of the Lingquan was so strong. It is conceivable how amazing the spiritual power of the Lingquan itself was!
"Baby." Ning Wufeng's eyes brightened.
The ghost inflammation that held the same thought as him was also discovered. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, and smiled.
Uh ...
The black gas flowing in front of him instantly gathered and turned into a blue-faced ghost with open teeth. The blue-faced fangs were exposed.
Ning Wufeng looked at Guiyan seriously, and there was a tinge of soreness on his face, and he muttered, "It's cheap for you guys, and the millennium spirit powder that Lao Tzu couldn't bear to use is just ruined by you."
He carefully took out a ceramic bottle from his arms, and the powder spilled on the blue-faced ghost. Suddenly a strong spiritual power came.
Ning Wufeng felt the fluctuation of spiritual power across a long distance.
what happened?
I saw, Gui Yan hid carefully, and then controlled the blue-faced ghost to walk in front of the dozens of beasts.
Roar ...
The beast also felt the strong spiritual fluctuations from the blue-faced ghost and roared anxiously. Behind it is a very advantageous position on the spiritual road. With the back of the spiritual spring, there is a steady stream of aura.
It is because of the role of Lingquan that their strength is so amazing.
However, the blue-faced ghost in front of him was floating around, and the aura emanating from him was more dense and faint than the aura overflowing from the spiritual spring.
And Reiki has deadly doubts about this group of Qibeasts.
Roar……
Finally, an angry beast moved, the huge figure rose into the air, and the afterglow shone and flung towards the blue-faced ghost.
Roar ...
The rest of the beasts couldn't help tempting, a roar sounded loudly, and a stream of light lased, chasing the blue-faced ghost.
More than a dozen beasts cut through the sky, persevering through Changhong, shocking the Quartet.
The ghost who hid in the dark licked his lips and grinned, "This soul spring belongs to me."
Entangled with ghostly spirits, he swept away towards Lingquan.
Ning Wufeng didn't expect that this guy would use this method, his eyes turned, he darted out, and screamed.
"Bold, who dared to stun the air beast of this seat, and also wanted to occupy the spirit spring of this seat in vain!"
A breaking drink sounded like a thunder blast, terrifying the ghosts and spirits, and quickly exited the Lingquan one hundred meters away, looking with horror at Ning Wufeng who did not know when he came to him.
Ning Wufeng's whole body covered the spirit array, and the light shone, so it stirred up mysteriously and covered the face with aura.
But Guiyan managed to find a Lingquan, how could he give up easily? He whispered in his heart: How can there be someone on the spiritual road? Can it really be the gatekeeper of this Lingquan?
Immediately his eyes glowed blue and blue, and the bright light shone towards Ning Wufeng.
"Is it you?" A familiar soul wave came, his frown frowns, his face became gloomy, his body screaming, his voice screaming extremely, showing his inner anger.
Qian Guizong's blue and blue ghost eyes distinguish different people with soul marks. Gui Yan had only seen Ning Wufeng's glance, but he had imprinted his soul in his mind, so at the first glance, he recognized Ning Wufeng's identity as the disciple of Xijian Academy.
He couldn't help humming, squinting squintingly: "Smelly boy, dare to make mystery in front of your grandfather, look for death!"
Ning Wufeng couldn't help but be amazed. He didn't expect Gui Yan to recognize him, and couldn't help but chuckled, and said, "Hum, a big breath, just a little baby like you to dare to speak in front of me?"
"I like to play, right?" The ghost blue eyes reflected the vision of the blood of the corpse, and suddenly the whole person's momentum changed.
"A corpse is full of ghosts!"
A thick blood flew away instantly, the Yin Feng roared, and the mourning continued. Hundreds of gigantic ghosts surround him. The ghost snarled and growled with open teeth.
The overcast wind suddenly became more rapid. Behind Guiyan, a huge mountain of corpses emerged, the blood flowed into the river, and the bones were dense.
Ning Wufeng felt that the spiritual forces in the space were scattered by the Yin wind.
"What a weird attack." He muttered in his heart. The attack of Guiyan was similar to the potential field of the monk Yuandanjing, and he created a ghost prison surrounded by blood and blood. The strength of his voice increased greatly. And suppressed the other monks.
The ghost yelled loudly, and the ghost yelled at Ning Wufeng, one by one with blue-faced fangs and amazing momentum. The strength of each statue was not inferior to that of a monk in the late stage of the Purple Lake.
Ning Wufeng's face moved, and the dark golden light of the annihilation gun appeared. The spirit of the Ming king emerged from behind him, faintly faintly golden, and forced to retreat from the ghost prison atmosphere that enveloped him.
With a stunned sound, the extinct guns and surges swelled, a ghost smashed stiffly, and a scream screamed like a stinging thorn in the soul.
"Haha." Guiyan laughed.
For the monk, the power of the ghost is not its attack power in the late stage of the purple lake, but the call after its death, which can directly attack the monk's soul. The means are extremely hidden.
Ning Wufeng ate a dark loss, and a faint expression appeared on his face.
"Sad charm, just four little ghosts."
Guiyan controlled the ghost to growl sternly. He relied on Ning Wufeng to dare not attack the ghost, and the attack became unbridled.
The ghosts overlapped, and suddenly Ning Wufeng was shrouded severely. If Ning Wufeng dared to destroy all the ghosts with one blow, the terrifying call for death would shake his soul alive.
"Huh, smelly boy, if you have a way in heaven you don't go, you have no way to go to hell! This is your own death, no wonder I am." Gui Yan growled sharply.
"Remember, killer, ghost!"
An eerie blood color instantly appeared on his pale face, and a blood arrow spit out with an open mouth, turning into the bones of the bones against the wind, the cold light catching people's hearts, and he shot towards Ning Wufeng's brows.
Hundred ghosts phantoms overlapped, the bones were hidden, and they could not be seen clearly, and they could give Ning Wufeng a fatal blow at any time.
Guiyan had already killed hundreds of monks with this attack before.
"Do you want to defeat me with these ghosts? You might look down on our Sword Wash Academy too." He chuckled.
"Huh, you're sorry to mention that your sword-washing academy is just the bottom of the four veins, and there is nothing to be proud of you." The ghost yelled loudly, and the ghosts roared towards Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng touched his nose, which was a little awkward. I did not expect Xijian Academy to be so weak, not only the people in the palace looked down, but also the people in the Qianguizong.
"Don't keep humming, you humming ghost. Then I'll show you, even if it's the bottom, you can't beat it."
Ning Wufeng drank softly, and the yin and yang purple lakes spun madly, the source spirit beads in the sea of ​​gas spun sharply, and the five elements' spirits rose straight from the top of the sea, turning into a radiant ray of light into the body of Ming Wang's spirit .
In an instant, the soul of the Ming king manifested five heads and ten arms, and the light shone, and a thick and dignified light spread out. Wherever the light went, the ghost screamed endlessly.
"What kind of spirit is this?" Gui Yan's face murmured with a quizzical expression.
Ming Wang's spirit actually suppressed his ghost prison repressively, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. His face suddenly changed, and he shouted sharply, "Hum, boy, what do you pretend to be?"
"Hum, you look good." Ning Wufeng chuckled.
The power accumulated in the Ming king's spirit became more intense and the light was extremely dazzling. Hundreds of ghosts in Guiyan were horrified and dared not to step forward. In this way, the bone fork hidden in the ghost shadow has no use.
"Oh!"
Suddenly, the king's spirit was full of strong auras of light, a sound like a thunder and a thunder, and the violent Jinmang turned into large characters, banging to kill ghosts.
There was a loud noise, and a qualitative air wave exploded. The golden light overflowed, like thousands and thousands of swords, and wherever they went, the ghosts disappeared and disappeared, not even screaming.
Guiyan's face changed greatly.
"Oh!"
There was another blast of truth, and the ghostly ghost prison was scattered.
"Ah!" Gui Yan screamed loudly, and rushed into the distance into a residual image.