Zhang Wen still had a faint smile on his face. He had dealt with the zombie Huang Liming, and the one in front of him was just a little devil, and there was no pressure on him at all.

The little ghost saw his fingers about to grab Zhang Wen's throat, and a hideous and cruel smile appeared on his face. He seemed to have heard the sound of the broken throat of Zhang Wen's throat.

Suddenly the little ghost felt a flash of light in front of him. In a trance, the lightning had already met his palm. Suddenly he felt the pain from his fingers as if they had been burned by a fire. He couldn't help but let out a shrill scream and quickly floated behind him.

The little ghost stood up and looked at Zhang Wen in panic. Zhang Wenzheng looked at him mockingly, but a faint white light could be seen on Zhang Wen's palm. The little ghost still subconsciously said in horror, "Five Thunder Palm, you are a disciple of Maoshan."

"I didn't expect you, little devil, to know the Five Thunder Palm." Zhang Wen also had a surprised expression on his face.

"Hmph, you are not the only one who can do it, but my master will do it, so will he be proud of me." The little ghost said proudly. No matter what, he was always a child's mentality and never gave up at all.

"What, your master can do the Five Thunder Palm." Zhang Wen's face suddenly changed.

Zhang Wen had a few thoughts quickly turned around in his mind. He knew that the Five Thunder Palm is a Taoist master. Although many sects outside claim to know the Five Thunder Palm, many of them are deceitful. Generally, those who truly know the Five Thunder Palm are Taoist sects that have been passed down for a long time, and generally core disciples can learn this palm technique. However, generally, such sects that have been passed down for a long time will strictly prohibit their disciples from using the evil technique of raising ghosts. He couldn't help but think of what kind of sect the master of this little ghost is.

The little ghost threatened viciously, "Of course, I tell you that my master's magic power is much stronger than you. If you know the truth, don't worry about our affairs, otherwise you will not know how you die."

Zhang Wen's eyes seemed to be surging, and he quickly suppressed it. The corners of his lips curled gently, "Then I want to see how powerful your master is, little dear, but your master probably doesn't know where you are now. You should think about what you will be like now."

Zhang Wen's Five Thunder Palm happens to be the nemesis of the ghost. The little ghost also knew that he was not Zhang Wen's opponent and looked at Zhang Wen with a serious expression. At this moment, what he was thinking about was no longer so scary, but how to escape from here.

"I'll fight with you." The little ghost suddenly let out a harsh scream and rushed towards Zhang Wenfei again. In the air, the little ghost's flying figure suddenly turned around and flew out of the window next to him.

"Little devil, this move is too old-fashioned. Do you think you can escape?" Zhang Wen then sneered, but did nothing, and watched the little devil flying out the window coldly as he flew away.

A red light flashed outside the window, and the little ghost followed him and let out a shrill scream. Suddenly, the red light bounced back and fell to the ground.

Zhang Wen glanced at him, his face full of teasing expressions, "Little devil, don't think about it. Since I'm waiting for you to come in here, how could you escape so easily? I've already set up a soul-locking array in the house. In this room, all the ghosts can only enter, but cannot leave."

The little ghost's face suddenly changed. He didn't expect Zhang Wen to set up such a formation to wait for him. It seemed that it was not that easy to leave safely this time.

His originally dark pupils slowly tightened, and a trace of cold murderous aura quietly attacked his eyes, and his face was still calm, "Do you think you can catch me just by this?"

"You little devil, it's already this time. You are still so arrogant. Just use your skills if you have any skills." Zhang Wen looked at the little devil coldly, and secretly guarded himself. It seemed that this little devil was going to fight to the death.

The little ghost looked up to the sky and let out a sharp scream of his life. The long scream made a huge sound like thousands of troops and horses to the distance, and instantly penetrated into the eardrums of everyone, trembling these people so much that they could not help but cover their ears.

As the sound rang out, Lei Zhenhao, who was far away, seemed to hear the scream and stood up in an instant. He said with a serious expression, "Oh no, the other party invited a master to trap the little ghost."

Since the little ghost has always been fed by Lei Zhenhao with his own blood, he has an invisible spiritual connection with the little ghost. So as soon as the little ghost's whistle to ask for help came out, he immediately felt something in his heart.

Lei Yongkang said nervously, "Dad, what should we do now?"

A flash of cold light flashed in Lei Zhenhao's eyes, and he said proudly, "Hmph, although he is a master, your father is not a vegetarian. I'll fight him and see how powerful he is."

As soon as Lei Zhenhao finished speaking, he quickly bit his fingers and dripped a drop of blood on the corpse of the ghost. Then his hands immediately formed a handprint, muttering a spell, and a black light shot out from his fingers to the corpse of the ghost.

As the black light merged into the little ghost's corpse, the little ghost's corpse slowly became swollen. Lei Zhenhao's handprint changed, and the nine fragrant fire heads in the incense burner suddenly ignited, with the flame tongue as high as seven inches. Lei Zhenhao shouted, "Little ghost listened to the order and killed everyone in the room."

A fierce light flashed in Lei Zhenhao's eyes, and he murmured, "Fang Hongxing, I want to see what the master you invited has, and whether he can break the little devil who blessed my magic power. I originally wanted to save your life, but since you are so ignorant, then I don't need to let you go."

In Fang Hongxing's villa in the distance, a gust of wind suddenly arose. The voice of the little ghost who was still screaming was even more shrill and cold. Zhang Wen and others were also screaming, and goose bumps all over their bodies. What was even more surprising was that his body began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a trance, the little ghost's body became almost two meters high.

The little ghost finally stopped the trend of continued growth. His body was filled with violent murderous aura, and his eyes had turned into a strange red light at some point. He roared at Zhang Wen, "I want to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately rushed towards Zhang Wenfei with his teeth and claws.

In such a critical moment, Zhang Wen could not think too much. He could only use his skills to move forward, and slapped the little ghost in the hand that he grabbed.

Being slapped by Zhang Wen's Five Thunder Palm, a wisp of black smoke quickly floated into the little ghost's palm. The little ghost let out a shrill scream, but he endured the pain and continued to pounce towards Zhang Wenfei.
Chapter completed!