There's a ghost inside me

In Fengdu City, there is an ancient house.

Bang ~

The spirit is blooming, dazzling.

The Su family sequencers simply beat the sneaky here to death.

"Su Qinghai, are you following Su Han's path?"

Suddenly, a young man with a buzz cut looked at the cold air attached to Su Qinghai's flying knife with thoughtfulness.

At some point, a thin layer of dark blue ice condensed into the ground below...

Previously, all the sneakies were restricted by the ice field, slow movements, and their combat effectiveness was greatly limited.

"no way."

Su Qinghai said, "After all, the dust ghost needed in the end is not born again in this world."

Hearing this, the young man with a buzz nodded and did not continue to say more.

In a sense.

The ability of a ghost comes from a certain law in the way of heaven.

For example: The [virtualization] of the ghost driver involves a branch of the space class.

If the ghost driver cultivates to the peak of the mysterious ghost or even goes up, [Virtualization] will continue to absorb and strengthen...

In this way, perhaps the ghosts born in the future will no longer have the ability to travel through the void!

Su Su, Su Qing and others have already occupied 90% of the law of time and space in the way of heaven by absorbing the dust ghosts.

Unless these existences die, the conditions for the birth of the dust ghost will no longer exist.

"There are two advanced branches behind [Ice Field]."

Su Qinghai spoke, "I just don't know which one Su Han will choose."

"What? You don't dare to fight with him?"

Su Chen suddenly smiled and looked over.

"Do you dare?"

Su Qinghai asked back, "Just Su Han is now completely standing on the side of Tianji Palace. Otherwise, if he came here, you might have changed your face faster than anyone else."

Su Chen laughed for a moment, but did not refute.

"What do you say about the first sequence that is now empty?"

Suddenly, Su Ling'er looked at these young men who were so proud that they were in their bones.

At this moment—

A young man in gray had a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and the Qiushui sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong spiritual light.

Swish!

The sword light turned into a silver dragon, and quickly swept away the head of a disaster-level ghost not far away.

Seeing this, the other Su family members couldn't help but their pupils shrank slightly.

Everyone felt a threat!

"Su Guanyu..."

Su Chen glanced at the other party vigilantly.

I have to mention one more sentence here.

The Su family sequence is not just a simple title.

The advancement of the Spirit Master is inseparable from the Soul Pearl.

The soul beads of those low-level ghosts in the early stage are fine, but after that, whether it is the disaster-level ghost or even the Yuan ghost or the Xuan ghost...

At this time, the gap between the first sequence and the seventh sequence is created.

The family will give priority to cultivating the first sequence and prepare appropriate meta-level forbidden techniques for it!

What outsiders don't know is.

The struggles within the four major families were extremely fierce.

The sequence is a ladder.

Su Qinghai, Su Chen, Su Linger, and Su Xian all want to reach the highest peak!

......

"With this group of guys hiding here? Haha, it's really easy to find me!"

Outside the ancient house, Jiang Xiao was looking for the smell... and his spiritual power fluctuated and rushed over.

"Master Beiming Ghost, you..."

Next to it, the Yaqi Ghost felt something was wrong with the Beiming Ghost at this moment.

Um! Something really is wrong!

"Yaki Ghost, do you think what I said before was joking?"

At this moment, Jiang Xiao looked at the Yaqi Ghost seriously, "I have a holiday with that old turtle Su Ruoyuan."

"So... I have to think of a way to tie up all these guys!"

The words fell.

Jiang Xiao no longer concealed it, completely exposing his eyes like a jackal!

In an instant.

Yaqi Ghost was stunned!

In the ghost creatures where the Su family's eighth-level spiritual master is in charge, are there a series of kidnapped sequences of the Su family?

What is this unfolding?

......

"What do you think about the matter between Brother Su Xian and Jiang Xiao's sister?"

In the courtyard of the ancient house, Su Qinghai was strolling with Su Ling'er.

Su Guanyu rested in the lobby with several other Su family sequences.

Su Ling'er said indifferently, "I don't know, but this matter is more worthy of investigation when Jiang Chan can let the head of the family speak and enter the ghost world of the Yellow Springs?"

"That's right."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghai frowned, "The Yellow Spring Ghost Cell is not simple, and this time point of the Zhongyuan Festival is even more extraordinary..."

"My ~My ~"

At this moment, a strange voice floated over from outside the ancient house.

Before Su Qinghai could finish his speech, he heard this voice and felt unhappy.

Stop talking about him.

The other Su family sequences here are also facesA black one.

"My ~My ~"

The next moment, the call sounded again.

It was like a white-haired old father calling for his son, and his feelings were so sincere and moving.

Can...

This sounds like TMD is too young!

"What the hell is screaming? Kill it quickly."

Su Chen shouted lightly, feeling very bad.

You said you would be better if you had a hoarse voice, but it sounded like you were!

Not only did he become a ghost at a young age, why do you still like to take advantage of verbally?

"My ~My ~"

What is even more speechless is that the young call seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"My ~My ~"

The other party seemed to be standing outside the door and calling out to the Su family members in the ancient house...

Could this guy treat himself and his sons?

"I can't stand it anymore!!!"

Su Qinghai had a black face, summoned a silver flying knife from his hand, and stepped out with great strides.

"Huh~"

In the ancient house, the other Su family sequences also breathed turbid breath.

Why are all the messy sneaks coming out these days?

"It's really weird."

Su Chen held back his complaints and whispered, "I have never encountered such an indecent ghost when I grew up so old!"

On the other side.

As soon as Su Qinghai approached the gate, he sensed the misfortune-level ghost energy outside.

"Severe disaster?"

Su Qinghai frowned slightly. He was just a fifth-level spirit master now.

But at this moment—

"My! My!"

Su Qinghai was so angry that he suddenly felt extremely angry, and anger arose in his eyes.

Good guy!

As soon as you walked in, you guy was still excited, right?

"Dog thing! Labor and capital are your grandfather!!!"

Su Qinghai suddenly pushed open the door, shouted angrily, his spiritual power was circulating, and the flying knife in his hand shone brightly...

But he hasn't waited for anything to do.

The next moment.

A black mist like ink instantly enveloped it...

......

"The sound of the ghost thing disappeared?"

In the ancient house, the Su family members were in a better mood.

The ghost scream that made people wonder how to complain finally calmed down...

"Where is Su Qinghai?"

Suddenly, Su Chen glanced at the gate.

"None have come back yet?"

Su Ling'er was also quite puzzled, so she stepped out and took a look. There was no abnormality, nor any signs of fighting.

"Did you go somewhere else?"

Su Ling'er was quite puzzled and said to herself.

But after all, there is no Yuan ghost in Fengdu City, and there is an eighth-level spiritual master outside, so I don’t think anything will happen.

Back to the ancient house.

No one took this matter seriously.

From a certain perspective.

If Su Qinghai dies, he will have no competitors~

Stay until late at night.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the dark twilight covers the sky.

The moonlight that should have been bright now fell in Fengdu City, but it covered everything with a gloomy white layer, and the atmosphere became more and more strange...

"Tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Festival, and I don't know if that door will appear this year."

In the wing room, Su Chen took out two bottles of Wanhun Water Dew and meditated cross-legged, preparing to absorb spiritual energy.

At this moment—

"My ~My ~"

The resentful call floated in through the crack in the door again.