Take the ghost monster to catch the monster

Ye Zhu flew into the air, and the divine power in his hand turned into a defensive mask, covering everyone:

"Jiang Qizhi, the master of Yan Feng Palace, it has been infected by yin energy. Kunpeng is an ancient spirit bird, and has lived in a place like Penglai Xiandao full of spirits all year round. The yin energy here is extremely heavy, so it naturally cannot adapt."

Yan Feng nodded, and waved his hand, turning into a flower of the other shore, hanging it up, and slowly approaching Kunpeng's forehead, the red petals of the other shore penetrated into Kunpeng's body.

The restless Kunpeng bird gradually regained its calm.

"Master Zhuzhao, Lord Jiang, Kunpeng is not feeling well, let's go down by ourselves next."

"Okay." The two responded.

In an instant, the three of them flew into the air, took off, and turned into three lights and shadows, a burst of rainbow light, and landed on the ground in an instant.

The ghosts that Yan Feng ordered earlier had been waiting here for a long time.

See three people come to salute:

"Greetings, my lords"

Yan Feng raised his hand: "Get up."

"Tell me, how is the current situation?"

A ghost wearing a bull-head mask walks out of the line

"Report to the Palace Master, we have inspected many times recently, but there is still no progress. We tried to forcefully walk in, but——"

Niutou did not continue

The back of the team conveniently carried out the crushed corpses.

"My lords, please take a look."

The three of them took a closer look and found that the corpse being carried out was shrouded in a black mist, and it was extremely cloudy.

Jiang Qizhi was so choked that he covered his nose: "I'll go!"

Yan Feng pointed at the corpse that was carried out:

"These are extremely vicious ghosts who were burdened with countless human fates during their lifetime. They committed crimes during their lifetime and cannot repay them after death. I just want them to pay a small price."

"Correct!"

Niutou continued Yan Feng's words:

"When they were in Wangchuan's lower realm, they were restless and made trouble against the wind. We wanted to bring them up and make them experimental objects. They just happened to be products of the underworld with this pitch-black black cover. We thought about the principle that they should be in the same boat. I can go in."

"Don't tell me, it's really not what we expected, these evil spirits really can enter here."

"It should be said that it's not just these evil spirits, it seems that any dead thing can enter."

Ye Zhu: "Dead things—dead things—" mumbled these two words in a low voice.

Jiang Qizhi turned to look at him: "Lao Ye, did you find anything wrong?"

Ye Zhu was interrupted from his contemplation, he suddenly raised his head, raised his body and said: "No, you continue."

Speaking of dead things, Ye Zhu Moming recalled the fact that Yan Fengduo said that Xiao You died.

Niutou: "That—my lords, I haven't finished yet—"

Jiang Qizhi approached Niutou and patted him on the shoulder: "Haha, Brother Niutou, go ahead."

Niutou was so frightened and then opened his mouth in a daze:

"Well, then please adults listen to my narration slowly."

The bull's head dug out a bone that had been eaten away from the soil on the ground, picked it up, charged up, and threw it into the black storm!

Bones, swallowed by the storm.

Then he wanted to order his subordinates, and brought a corpse, and said to Yan Feng:

"Hall Master, please let him move."

Yan Feng nodded and waved his hand. He drew a few strokes in the air, and a red rune appeared, hanging in mid-air. Then, it transformed into a shape, and dropped a piece of paper rune to stick on the forehead of the corpse.

The lying corpse jumped up in an instant, its body stiffened, and its hands were raised.

bull head whistles

The corpse also followed, bouncing and bouncing towards the black storm.

The black storm wall didn't repel him, and the bull's head whistled again. The dead creature bounced out of the black storm again, but it was a little different from before.

It seemed that I couldn't control the bull's head's whistle, and he was emitting black air all over his body. His face began to become terrifying, his expression became ferocious, and the nails on his hands also began to grow longer, darker, and lighter.

After looking for it, he rushed to the bull's head.

Yan Feng stretched out his hand calmly, and transformed into a replica that was exactly the same as the spell stuck on his forehead.

The spell was in his hand, and the blue will-o'-the-wisp in his hand burned following the spell, and the bouncing dead objects were also reduced to a wisp of ashes at a critical moment.

Ye Zhu and Jiang Qizhi watched this scene.

Jiang Qizhi: "Dead things can enter, but they will be infected with mania."

Niutou: "Yes, Lord Ginger."

Jiang Qizhi then asked: "What if it is a living thing?"

Niutou didn't feel a little silent:

"Some of our brothers rushed into the black storm before. The storm pulled us crazy and involved us, not only let the Yin Qi enter our body, but also thinned our spirit. Fortunately, the palace master stopped in time and blocked us for us. against the attack of the storm.

Otherwise, we may only have a sliver of soul left now, but there are still some ghosts that the palace master did not save in time. We put them aside, but their condition is very bad, and their faces are aging rapidly at an hourly speed. "

Jiang Qizhi had a very bad expression after hearing this, and he looked at Yan Feng beside him: "Yan Feng, are you injured?"

Yan Feng: "I'm fine."

Jiang Qizhi didn't believe his nonsense, pulled Yan Feng over, took out a jar of elixir from his cuff, and poured it into his hand, without waiting for Yan Feng to react.

The elixir in his hand was poured into Yan Feng's mouth.

Then he quickly patted his chest to make him swallow. Jiang Qizhi's series of movements caught Yan Feng off guard.

A large handful of elixir was poured down Yan Luodian's throat, and after swallowing it, Yan Feng quickly pushed Jiang Qizhi away.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Jiang—Jiang—Qizhi, what did you give me?"

Jiang Qizhi seemed a little angry, didn't answer his words, changed the subject and said:

"Yan Feng, Lao Ye, let's go and see the injured ghosts first."

Ye Zhu: "OK"

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The people came to the place where the wounded ghosts were,

Rows of ghosts were lying on stretchers, surrounded by guards,

The three of them took a closer look, and found that most of the ghosts had thin faces, old faces, and very old voices.

Yan Fengxun walked up to a group of ghosts wearing a horse-head mask.

Ma Mian saw that Yan Feng was about to stand up and salute, Yan Feng stopped him

"Hello, I'm taking a rest, so the etiquette is temporarily unnecessary."

Ma Mian was lying on a stretcher, and made a weak voice:

"Thank you, Hall Master."

Yan Feng used his spiritual power to heal the ghosts, but Jiang Qizhi suddenly stopped him.

His tone was no longer as light as usual: "Yan Feng, leave this to me."

"About the matter of healing, the realm of Wangchuan should not be as good as Penglai, right?"

After saying that, he took out the golden pouch at his waist, and elixirs flew out of the bag one by one. Jiang Qizhi directed them to penetrate into the mouths of the ghosts one by one.

Then, he continued to wield his divine power, wisps of white light radiated from his whole body, and the white light enveloped the crowd, absorbing the divine power to extend their lives.

The clean, pure and bright divine power dispelled the surrounding darkness, and the light surrounded this place.