"Did you see it too?"

Wu Ming looked around and saw Shanlan's three equally dull expressions.

"us……"

Shanlan and Ling Guhong both had bitter faces: "When did they choose the kind camp?"

"How do I know?"

Wu Ming felt a little depressed because he looked at this task and was sarcastic: "But... since he took over the task, he could only work hard to complete it. Fortunately, we don't have to directly hostile to Heishan Jun. There is also the Heitai City God who can help..."

Even though that is the case, hearing that he might face the King of Heishan, who is scattered by three hundred miles of Montenegro, the hearts of the few people are naturally heavy and hard to say.

"The mission changes... Do you want to notify the Thousand Killing Dao?"

Shanlan's face changed a little, and she said: "Although that man is just a small leader in the Blood Alliance, he can also mobilize some resources..."

"I'm afraid... it's not that simple..."

Wu Ming sighed: "How did you know that the other party is the same as ours? If it is different, wouldn't it be a waste of handing over the handle?"

"This is..."

Lin Qizhi and Ling Guhong's faces changed, and Shan Lan even said, "Yes, I don't think so. Thank you for your reminder!"

Seeing this, Wu Ming immediately knew that these three people were obviously under too much pressure and were all a little in control.

My heart was even more confused: "Is the power of the Shinto in this world so great?"

At this time, I didn't say much. The few chatted for a few words, but had no desire to continue. They went back to the wing room in disappointment and went to bed.

At night.

The sun was covered by dark clouds, and there was a curfew in the county town. In ancient times, it was hard to see a trace of lights. When Zi Zhao was ugly, the world was covered with dark holes.

In the wing room, Wu Minghe lay in his clothes, breathing evenly and longly, as if there were or not, and a faint light on his face appeared faintly.

If the spiritual turtle nourishes Qigong and practices to the level of perfect fire, it will also benefit from sleeping.

"Gurl!"

At this time, the window moved, and in the darkness, something seemed to penetrate.

As soon as this object rolled in the room, it turned into a human form, with sharp fingernails and pounced onto the couch.

Bang!

Just as the dark green nails were about to touch Wu Ming's clothes, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared, and the whole room was filled with light.

"ah!"

The figure let out a high and shrill scream, revealing his disheveled hair, green face, fangs, and a terrifying face. He looked at the layer of golden light on Wu Ming's body in horror and wanted to retreat.

"There are really ghosts?"

Wu Ming opened his eyes and looked at it quietly, and the corners of his eyes jumped again: "I don't offend anyone, but people offend me, good! Very good!"

Without saying much, a talisman flew out and stuck it to the door frame. The entire room seemed to have a flash of Honghua, crystal clear glass, and even more like a copper and iron wall. The ghost gathered and dispersed invisible. At this time, it ran into it, but screamed and was bounced back.

"Is this a ghost driven by someone?!"

Wu Ming's eyes showed a look of leaping and trying. He jumped up from the bed inadvertently, like a tiger going down the mountain. He whistled and punched out with a punch. The true energy drove the strong wind and raised the airflow in the house.

"Jiji!"

The ghost's thin figure was like paper. Facing Wu Ming's punch, it floated and retreated, like a small boat in the raging waves. No matter how high the wind and waves are, it cannot overturn one end.

But at this time, he saw Wu Ming's qi and blood masculineness, so he didn't dare to come forward to offend him and kept hitting the window and the door.

"Tsk tsk... Sure enough... before the martial arts reach its innate level, the spirit and spirit are condensed together, so they can only protect themselves and cannot cause harm to such invisible objects?"

The warrior has a masculine qi and blood. If he is not afraid in his heart, ordinary ghosts will naturally not be able to get close to him, but at this time he can only protect himself.

But when you reach the innate stage, even if you practice the qi and blood, and gather the spirit of qi, blood and spirit in your moves, it will be different. The boxing wind can even hurt evil ghosts and evil ghosts!

However, Wu Ming was only at the peak of the True Qi Realm at this time, and his energy and spirit were still a little short of being able to condense it in the end, so it was naturally the effect.

"If a warrior before the sixth level of the physical body realm wants to deal with ghosts, he only has..."

Wu Ming flicked his fingers, and his nails thorned through his index finger, squeezed out a drop of bright red blood beads that looked like agate and crystal clear. He smashed it out at the fangs and claws, like a playful and mocking ghost.

Bang!

A red shadow flashed in the fist wind and broke through the ghost's chest.

"ah!"

The ghost screamed, a big hole was broken in his chest, his body scattered, and even a look of fear appeared in his pupils, and he quickly crashed into the window, as if he was trapped in a wild beast.

"Even ordinary people bite the essence and blood of the tongue. Shaoyang is located, and there is also the ability to ward off ghosts. This is even more so for warriors... To deal with this ghost, there is no need for the essence and blood of the tongue. Ordinary blood is enough... Of course, it must be in the state of full-scale warriors. If they are seriously injured and even fearful, their spirits cannot be integrated into the blood, but they will not have much effect..."

Wu Ming remembered another point.

"What's up?"

Shanlan's scream outside came, with a loud and clear sword sound.

It was obvious that this fight made the people around him notice it.

Seeing this, Wu Ming was not in a good mood to experiment. He pulled out the peach wood sword and slashed a few times. The ghost's screams dissipated, and the black air slowly melted under the golden light.

"What happened?"

After a few breaths, Shanlan and Ling Guhong's voices came in.

Wu Ming opened the door and even saw the figure of Confucian scholar Lin Qizhi walking out of the house. It was obvious that in this mission world, these people could not be completely relieved, and they became alert when they heard the movements.

"It's okay to be disturbed by the uninvited guest..."

At this time, Wu Ming naturally cleaned up all the annoying things, his clothes were neat and calm, which made Shanlan and Ling Guhong feel unfathomable.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Wu Ming walking outside the courtyard, Shanlan couldn't help asking.

"I've had some courtesy exchanges!"

A cold light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes and he sneered.

If you don’t take revenge, do you really think he’s being sludge? And, as soon as the mission was released, it immediately gave Wu Ming an association.

‘From this ghost, the person who controls behind it is obviously not very powerful, and even a cultivator is not considered a master. At most, he is a top-notch martial artist who has learned a few tricks of ghost-fighting...’

‘And…the distance is not too far…’

Wu Ming climbed over the wall, like a spirit cat flying, and a hint of coldness appeared on his face...

...

"Ah...my little devil...my little devil was broken!"

Just before, when Wu Ming killed the ghost, he was not far from the inn, in a small courtyard, in the wing room, a man with horse face bleeding from his nostrils, screamed, his muscles twitched all over his body, and he was sweating profusely, as if he was suffering tremendous pain.

"Then... that god-killing person actually killed my little ghost... Ahhh... This irreconcilable enemy, I want his whole family to die!"

After a heavy breathing, the horse-faced man turned over and got up, his face pale, and his eyes were filled with biting hatred.

Near him, Tu Yanghao and another blood alliance man also looked bad: "Ma Lao San... We all know your abilities. It seems that the other party has a capable person this time..."

Tu Yanghao looked around again, causing the trembling newcomers to tremble: "We can't stay here anymore, let's leave immediately!"

The county town has strict laws and there are ghosts and gods in this world, so this is especially taboo.

Not to mention, the entire Heitai County is actually within the jurisdiction of the City God. Although the county is vast and tens of thousands of people may not notice it, it is always a trouble.

"My little devil..."

Ma Laosan was sad, feeling more distressed than his own son after he died.

"I told you a long time ago... This method of servitude of ghosts is to feed ghosts with your body, hurt others first, and backlash. It is much inferior to the authentic Five Ghosts magical powers of Xuanmen... This time it is not a chance. I will abandon this little technique as soon as possible and replace it with a new one!"

A young man standing next to Tu Yanghao spoke.

When he didn't speak, he was ordinary, like an ordinary person, but when he opened his mouth, he was extremely organized and seemed to have a certain majesty on his body, which made Tu Yanghao dare not speak, and Ma Laosan even nodded repeatedly and said yes.

But after Ma Laosan nodded, he smiled bitterly again.

Of course, he also wanted to practice the authentic Xuanmen, but how expensive is this kind of exercise? For example, the method of transporting the five ghosts of Xuanmen covers the supreme magical powers of the methods of catching ghosts, raising ghosts, altars, sacrifices, ghost food, spells, etc. Refining ghosts, like using the arm to use fingers, is very powerful and there is no risk of backlash, but the price is terrifyingly high, with a total of 200 great skills! With the exchange of the main temple, it requires a total of 2,200 small skills, and even if it sells it, it cannot be raised.

Not to mention, after buying magic tricks, you always need supporting magic weapons, and even raising ghosts in the Yin land. In the end, you have to capture powerful ghosts by yourself. They are scattered and can't stop even if you don't have three thousand small skills!

With his wealth accumulated over several reincarnation missions, being able to exchange for this "ghost feeding technique" has exhausted his family's wealth, and he dared not think about anything else.

At this time, I heard the young man continue to say, "Of course... I also know that it is not easy for you to practice. After this time, you can borrow your merits. This time you will be considered to be broken and then established. If you survive a great disaster, you will definitely have blessings!"

"Thank you Mr. Zheng, thank you Mr. Zheng!"

In the main temple, he also borrowed merits and was a life-saving kindness. Ma Laosan was so grateful that he thanked him repeatedly, and thought to himself: "This young master Zheng Qian and Zheng are rumored to be of great origin. His brother is in a high position in the Blood Alliance, and even Boss Tu has to be careful to serve..."

But I had the idea of ​​hugging my thighs.

He looked at Tu Yanghao's face again, and saw that he was calm and there was not much anger, and he made up his mind secretly.

"But Lao Tu, you said it was right before. You can't live here anymore. Let's go quickly!"

When Zheng Qian saw that he had conquered Ma Laosan, he nodded slightly.

Those who can survive several missions in the main temple are not Yi people.

Although this Ma Laosan has no pattern and looks vulgar, his fate is Yin, and he can practice the method of raising ghosts. He is not big or small, but he is considered a talent.
Chapter completed!