Just as Qian Yunsheng shouted loudly, he suddenly stretched out his palm. There was a very dark and slender light mark in his palm. The light mark was like a bird flapping its wings and was fluttering in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the Buddha light above him and the ghost energy below him seemed to be attracted by the slender light mark. For a moment, the bright light and strange aura were mixed together, and they all threw towards the light mark.

At the same time, after absorbing the aura of the upper and lower parts of the light, it suddenly enlarged. The light twisted and reflected in the light, like the traces of earthworms, was reflected on Qian Yunsheng's angular face, and even more reflected his fanatical and focused face.

Qian Yunsheng was not only focused, but also stared at the thin light marks in his palm very gently, as if he wanted to hold his breath.

I saw him staring at the light mark, as if he was watching a leaping flame, slowly growing there. At the same time, as the light mark, which was like a flame, became more and more prosperous, Qian Yunsheng felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

The chill that seemed to be about to solidify the blood and penetrated deep into the bone marrow made him feel that he seemed to be about to be solidified in the ice, and even his heart seemed to be about to sink to the coldest darkness.

"If you don't chase the past, you can remember it when you come. Now it's me, why bother to follow it?" Qian Yunshengqiang suppressed the coldness in his heart, his unyielding eyes emitted a cold light, and a faint voice came out from his mouth.

The sound in his mouth seemed to be as solid as it was, and it was circling towards the light mark over and over again. It seemed like an ancient witch, with a hint of concentration and fanaticism, staring at the light mark little by little, changing and distorting according to his intentions, gradually taking shape.

Finally, he finally showed a hint of sneer, endured the bone-bone chill, and threw the light marks on his hand towards the Yinfeng Ghost Valley.

Immediately afterwards, the monks of the Demon Sect who were standing by the edge of Yinfeng Gui Valley and leaning against the talisman in their hands could face the Yinfeng Gui Valley.

They all stared at the light marks and threw them into the Yinfeng Guigu Valley. At the same time, they threw the bags with ghost energy in their hands into the isthmus, and then retreated desperately.

"Gee!"

As the Demon Sect took action for less than half a stick of incense, the Yin Feng Gui Valley changed its sound. It was originally a rustling sound, but it turned into a "giggle" sound that seemed to be a giggle" sound that seemed to be a giggle.

This made Qian Yunsheng, who had already withdrawn far away after casting the spell in front, understand in his heart, and reminded Old Man He and others beside him: "Here is here!"

Then he shouted: "The blood of the sermon, go!"

Then I saw that not only Qian Yunsheng, but everyone was smearing a wisp of blue blood on their cheeks.

At the same time, in front of them, a long deep ditch that had been dug around the isthmus, their subordinates quickly poured buckets of blood from the ghost.

As soon as Qian Yunsheng and the others were ready, they seemed to have a musty smell floating along the ghost wind and rushed straight into everyone's noses.

The situation was as if everyone could feel the entire yin wind without using their spiritual sense to see it.

It felt like there were countless pus-yellow, green, gray-black, and star-white moulds, all growing freely in the cold wind.

This extremely gloomy feeling is like the cracks in the entire isthmus, under the soil, and even among the wet water droplets, all of them are full of mold. Then it changes and reproduces, and finally begins to drift along the ghost wind, and then drills into people's heads.

"What the hell is this!"

Just when Qian Yunsheng used the blood of the ghost that had been prepared long ago to fight against the strange changes in the Yinfeng Ghost Valley.

On the other hand, what the spiritual army did not expect was that this side of the isthmus was completely sealed by Qian Yunsheng's ghost blood. Therefore, the strange mold power was blown towards the spiritual army with the giggling ghost wind.

And not only that, unlike humans, they have a keen sense of smell. For the spiritual race, except that the ghost wind has become even more strange, in fact, the army of the spiritual race did not notice the abnormality mixed in the ghost wind at the first time.

Until the first spiritual monk felt itchy in his ears for no reason, and then he pulled out his force and took out strands of white thorn-like things from his ears.

Immediately afterwards, another monk found that something like a mushroom grew on his head. He pulled it hard, and it hurt so much that he grinned his teeth. It felt as if he was taking part of himself out of his body.

In this way, a cluster of bright red fluorescently tiny flowers grew in the body of this spiritual monk, and green bronze mold spots appeared on the body of the spiritual monk.

There are also some spiritual monks whose original body is spiritual flowers and spiritual wood, which will be even more unlucky. It is as if their whole body is surrounded by countless myceliums, and even all kinds of strange and huge flowers appear from these monks.

Moreover, once these strange and huge flowers bloom, they will continue to spray countless myceliums into the sky, which will make the entire spiritual army in an uproar.

Even under such an explosion of the camp, even Hu Qingqing's smoky cage in front could not stop it.

"not good!"

"Get out of here!"

Obviously, Lilishe and Lilisnei were also invaded by mold in the cold wind. However, their cultivation was high enough, so they completely burned the mold in one go with a round of essence and fire.

At the same time, it also helped the monks around them to escape from difficulties.

But in this situation, they are a minority after all. When more monks faced such a sudden outbreak, they could not have time to save themselves.

Therefore, when Lilishe and Lilisai saw this, they had to take the lead and roar, leading a group of spiritual monks to leave this strange Yinfeng Ghost Valley.

But in this way, he crashed into Qian Yunsheng's mirage without any suspense.

Although Lilishe and Lilisai also knew that something strange must be ambushed in the mirage. Hu Qingqing's smoky cage was also a threat.

But obviously the two evils are the least. Even if Li Lishe and Li Li Nei know that they are now causing poison to quench thirst, they will not care about it for the time being.

Seeing that he finally forced the spiritual army into the mirage, Qian Yunsheng nodded to Gong Xiaoyue beside him and said, "Go to do it!"

"yes!"

Obviously, Qian Yunsheng's arrangement was a chain of tricks. Even if the spiritual army could escape this, he would be surrounded by Qian Yunsheng's other tricks and finally came to the position where Qian Yunsheng wanted the spiritual army to go.

Therefore, since Gong Xiaoyue saw Qian Yunsheng’s hint, she naturally waved the small flag in her hand without hesitation and said brightly: “Nine stars go straight, Hua Jing’s tomb is bright, Yuan Ling’s sutra is over, the flag falls and clouds are falling!”

After drinking, I saw a faint ray of black and white impermanence flying out from the top of the small flag in Gong Xiaoyue's hand, and a black and white impermanent back appeared in the faint slightest.

Then I heard the sound of "click" chains, and then this faint wave flew towards the sky, and in a short while it disappeared completely.
Chapter completed!