If you become a monster, you will succeed

Name: Illusion · Swearing with Fingers

Elements: [Ghost], [Spirituality], [Oath], [Precious], [Comfort]

Introduction: A valuable titanium crystal ring, the exquisite gem has a delicate engraving, which seems to have been used as a seal.

It is worth mentioning that this ring seems to have been used as a medium for signing some kind of contract, so it has been infected with an ominous curse, and the contract can be concluded through a standard pull-hook action. If the agreement is violated, terrible things will happen.

Remarks: Those who break the contract will swallow a thousand needles!

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Gently stroking the titanium crystal ring that seemed to be entangled with countless gold threads, Feng Xue quietly watched the ghost rolling all over the floor while clutching his throat. The black cloud behind him also seemed to be stimulated by something, and the rolling became more violent.

The will-o'-the-wisps hiding in the cemetery flickered wildly, and the bursts of wailing almost went straight into Feng Xue's brain, and from the black cloud, armored skeletons stepped out one by one, and behind them, a top was covered by eight big ghosts. On the raised sedan chair, a man in a boa robe was looking down at Feng Xue.

"There are elements?!" Feng Xue narrowed her eyes suddenly, looking at the words and garbled characters floating on the head of the ghost king, some forgotten but not so long memories began to flood her mind.

"Are you scared stupid? No matter."

Seeing Feng Xue's dull expression, the ghost king stretched out his hand and hooked it, and the rolling coffin ghost immediately turned into a puff of black smoke and landed in its palm that felt like a skeleton.

"Help me! Your Majesty, save me!" A dry and hoarse voice, as if every sentence hurts the heart, came out of the cloud of black smoke. The Ghost King stretched out his hand to grab it, but it didn't have the slightest effect. The silver needle pricked the palm of his hand.

Consciously losing face, the ghost king let out an angry snort, and said to himself as if justifying himself:

"How dare you curse and injure this king's vanguard. You should have been tortured by all ghosts, but this king has always loved talents. If you..."

"If you can't untie it, you can't untie it. Don't be ashamed." Feng Xue grinned and interrupted the ghost king's face project. With Feng Xue stabbing.

Seeing this, Feng Xue didn't care about the string of factors on the opponent's head, and immediately drank:

"Let's write, Fanghua's wonderful pen will count as a star king!"

The voice fell, and the figure of the pen fairy floated out. Knowing the importance, she didn't talk nonsense this time. The pen in her hand danced quickly, and each dead word fell on the small book. Those ghost soldiers who rushed fell to the ground instantly, and then It turned into black smoke repeatedly and burrowed into her notebook.

"Bold!" The Ghost King's expression was a little bit bad, but he waved again, only this time, it was no longer those ghost soldiers serving as the guard of honor, but wisps of wind blowing from its sleeves.

The gloomy wind was blowing towards Feng Xue with ghosts crying and wolves howling. One by one ghosts flashed by the wind, split into dozens of black arrows, and shot at Feng Xue from different directions.

"die!"

The pen fairy waved his brush in front of the battle, and the strange force swayed, blasting on the wind, and immediately swept down the black arrows. The black arrows fell on the ground, and they turned into two-headed ghosts, struggling to rush forward.

The pen fairy responded with a brushstroke, but Feng Xue watched clearly from the sidelines. Each of these black arrows had two faces, one was ferocious and fierce, and the other was screaming non-stop, and in that screaming head, One of them looks familiar!

"It's actually a player?!"

Feng Xue immediately realized the origin of these two-headed ghosts, and before he could remind him, a black arrow had already struck in front of Bixian.

Bixian wrote a death word again and shot it down, but she didn't know whether it was too close, or some rule was triggered, but the cuffs of her gorgeous skirt were stained a little.

The oily lines spread upwards quickly, covering half of the sleeves in an instant, and the pen fairy's face also showed pain. Feng Xue understood that this was probably the curse of the ghost raised by the player, so she stretched out her hand a little , Take the pen fairy back to the pen.

"It's too late to surrender now!" Holding the ghost king's bone claws, the dozen or so two-headed evil spirits let out a miserable howl, and cursed one after another at Feng Xue, as if they had been squeezed tightly into the internal organs of a sea cucumber. Coming over, Feng Xue raised her little finger and said softly:

"Let's kill it, Da Xiao refers to Taibai Xingjun!"

With the real name of the spiritual call that restrains ghosts in this world, the strands of gold threads in the titanium crystal ring immediately joined together, forming a sketch-like painting composed of countless thin lines in front of Feng Xue.

It was a female swordsman wearing a chivalrous shirt with an incomparably cold face. The chiseled lines carved out the coldness to the bones, but before the painting was completed, curses like the viscera of sea cucumbers approached. .

"Shua!"

As if chopped into pieces by an invisible sword, clusters of curses suddenly split into countless fragments, and the golden thread woven suddenly exploded, and the golden light dripped from the thread like fading, falling like rain, and in this golden In the rain, the stern swordsman in white took a step forward.

Obviously at this time, she looked much softer than the picture woven with golden threads before, but just staring at her, she would feel a strong tingling pain gushing out from every pore on her body.

"Order?"

The cold voice tore through the black cloud-like aura like a sword's edge, Feng Xue glanced at the curse that was still wriggling on the ground, and said lightly:

"kill."

"As ordered."

Before the sound fell, the white figure had already turned into a beam of sword light, and the two-headed evil spirit spraying the curse was split into two pieces almost instantly.

"Jinyue Congge, is the star of change, the master of killing and control of disputes, now the dynasty is changing, just suitable for you, the king of ghosts."

Feng Xue opened her palm, and a roulette composed of six light clusters emerged in her palm, and the two-headed ghosts on the ground who had been chopped into two pieces flew in with a whirl under the reflection of the light wheel.

Although according to the game, these players should all have the strength of ghosts, but facing the phantom with the name of six reincarnations, don't even think about rescuing them.

"I always feel that this picture is a bit like flushing a toilet." Seeing the reincarnation of the six realms spinning, Bixian poked his head out of Feng Xue's chest pocket, and whispered, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said:

"If you want to complain, why don't you consider your own strength, look at Taibai, and then look at you!"

"It's too much! I'm a fortune teller, a civil servant, or a temporary worker. You want me to compete with the most famous martial god? You don't even look at what resources you piled up for her! You give me a ..."

At this point, Bixian immediately shut up, but Feng Xue said with a smile:

"I want to be honest, what can I give you? Do you want Dongyue Taishan Lord or Hell Yin Tianzi?"

"No, I can't bear it, I really can't bear it!"

Bixian made a painful refusal sound, but Feng Xue laughed, ignoring this cowardly Bixian, and looking up to appreciate the ending of the ghost king.