"Sell stinky tofu, stinky tofu ~"

Qiu Sheng shouted loudly, and looked around, looking for the trace of ghosts.

And Meng Fan stood beside him, trying to control his own blood, making the whole person like an old turtle in hibernation.

Otherwise, wait for the ghost king's flowing, do you eat tofu, or do you like him?

"Brother, it turns out that sometimes it is too high to cultivate, and it is not a good thing." Qiu Sheng was covered with yellow runes, and he joked.

"..."

This is definitely a fallacy, a joke.

But Meng Fan's blood and energy were really too exaggerated. In the eyes of the Ghost King, he looked like a light, and he could not block the ordinary talismans at all, so he could only control them with all his strength.

However, if the strength is strong enough and the blood and energy are getting stronger, how could it be so troublesome to be able to push the ghost king?

"Here."

Just as Meng Fan was about to answer, he suddenly saw a ghost in the dark corner hundreds of meters ahead, with white clothes fluttering and a scent of awesome.

Immediately afterwards, more and more ghosts.

There is no need to feel strange about their gathering, this is an instinct—

When the spiritual wisdom is still alive, they are afraid of each other and beware of each other. Now that the formation is together, the spiritual consciousness is ignorant. Out of the desire for the evil spirit, the group of ghost kings became the biggest iron-sucking stone, attracting ghost generals and evil ghosts.

, similar to group recruitment...cold?

"Senior brother, what should I do?" Qiu Sheng subconsciously extended his hand to his waist.

There was a hundred-year-old peach wood sword there, which made the ghosts instinctively disgusted, but could not resist the temptation of tofu fragrance and approached here step by step.

It’s not because Qiu Sheng reacted so much. There is not just a ghost king at the moment. Meng Fan looked up and saw eight powerful figures among the ghosts.

Including other ghost generals, if they resist head-on, they will be torn alive!

"Put down the tofu, let's take a hundred steps back. When these guys finish eating, we will no longer cover up their own breath and run towards the innate gossip arranged by Shi Bo."

As he said that, Meng Fan glanced at Qiu Sheng, who was tight all over and added: "I will take you there."

"Fly?"

"That's it."

The elders praised their strong magic power, but only they knew that they were still far behind. After all, it was really not easy to feel that they could fly but were constrained everywhere.

Of course, in the eyes of Akitori and others, they can occasionally leverage their strength to escape far away and are already flying.

Following Meng Fan's arrangement, Qiu Sheng let go of the handle of the cart and pushed it back little by little, adjusting his body and mind quickly to ensure that he will not lose his links at critical moments.

"Don't worry, wait until they are finished and their condition is maximized and weakened."

"Yeah, senior brother."

The abandoned cart was crowded with ghosts, fighting and pushing, and a huge one-eyed ghost king wished he could drill his head into the tofu bucket.

From beginning to end, they did not realize that the tofu was "toxic" and would weaken itself from all aspects. Instead, they were rushing to eat it and rushing to eat it.

soon.

The two large barrels are bottomed with the bottom of the tofu, and even the wooden barrel itself is torn into hundreds of pieces, as if it can taste from the wood dandruff.

According to Meng Fan's observation, there are some relatively weak ghosts. Because of their strength at the bottom, they can't squeeze in at all, just hovering in the outer circle, ghostly.

However, you can't even grab a piece of tofu, so there is no need to weaken it.

"Walk!"

In a word.

Qiu Sheng immediately pulled off the yellow talisman that was resting breath on his body, and Meng Fan no longer restrained him, and his blood and energy burst out completely, as if he was afraid that the ghosts would not see him.

Black fog is pouring.

The ghostly words are fierce.

The group led by the eight ghost kings immediately turned into a moving ghost creature and rushed towards Meng Fan.

Both of them chase each other.

Due to the pre-weaking of these instincts, this group of instinctive objects did not put too much pressure on Meng Fan. At least he could guarantee that he could arrive in the suburbs successfully before his magic power was exhausted, and he would go to the suburbs with Uncle Jiu and the Four-Eye Master.

Bo meets.

In the extreme speed state, it is just a distance of more than ten miles, and it is skipped between dozens of breaths.

Qiu Sheng felt a little dizzy, especially when he jumped down from the towering city tower, he was so scared that he was out of his mind.

However, reason told him that in this case, the faster the better, otherwise it would be torn to pieces and become a dessert after meals.

As for what is a main meal?

Of course it is Meng Fan!

Qiu Sheng knew that in the eyes of ghosts, the senior brother was the delicious meal. I dare not say that the effect was similar to Tang Monk’s meat. He could compete for a long life with heaven and earth after eating together, but his flesh and blood could definitely make the Ghost King’s cultivation improve.

When this kid was thinking a lot, Meng Fan's magic power was almost exhausted, and the ghost fog was approaching, and the neck was already cold. Fortunately, the Maoshan jade pendant was feeding back in time, and the speed was raised again.

If he hadn't devoted himself to escaping his life, he would have noticed that the Maoshan jade pendant was extremely powerful this time, and it was almost continuously providing magical support.

Therefore, not only does it not decay, but it is getting faster and faster, as if God helps!

"Here."

"The speed is really..."

On a suburb open space, eight stone pillars stood. They didn't dare to say that they touched the sky, but they were not below ten meters. There were giant talismans on them, hanging from the top.

In addition to the head Shi Jian, among the Maoshan Taoist priests of the previous generation, eight people with the highest cultivation level stood steadily, providing magic power to the formation, and at the same time looked up at the distance, making a sigh.

"Blessed is Brother Qianzu."

The eyes were moved.

Uncle Jiu echoed and breathed a sigh of relief. If Meng Fan, the nephew, had any accidents about it, he would be dissatisfied.

"snort!"

Shi Shaojian's face turned pale.

On the side, the head of the sect, Shi Jian, led three junior brothers who had completely defected to him, and Shi Ran walked towards the direction of the formation.

But his eyes fell on Meng Fan, and he said nothing for a long time. He felt sorry for him. It would be great if the junior brothers were not nearby. This was obviously the best time.

The ghosts behind him chase and kill, and just take action and stop this speed slightly, you can complete the killing of someone by borrowing a knife.

Once Meng Fan died, his son's position as head of the sect was stable.

As soon as Qiu Sheng died, he could have a mouthful of the tremendous hatred he had with Lin Jiu back then.

Thinking of this, Shi Jian cut off all kinds of distracting thoughts. He has missed the opportunity now. He should not chase it anymore. It would be better to look for opportunities in the future...

"Master, uncles."

"Remaining the mission!"

After the words came, Meng Fan held Qiu Sheng in the middle of the formation map and looked around the ghosts.

Almost at the same time, the innate Bagua Formation opened, forming a pattern of golden light on the top of the head.

The second uncle, the ninth uncle, the fourth uncle, the flag-holding master, the sword-holding master...

They jumped down from the stone pillars one after another.

Special tofu, gossip array.

Under the overlapping of the two, the ghost king did not have much resistance, not to mention the mixed fish, there was no sincerity, there was no threat, and the circle was turned around.

"It's okay?"

"Well……"

Qiu Sheng squeezed his eyebrows and relieved for a while, and then sinking: "It's okay, this is bigger than the stamina of Ce Ma."

"No way, but our mission is completed this time, just make a wall on the wall, this group of ghosts will soon be exhausted."
Chapter completed!