Huang Xikong rushed from outside the building to the top floor, and Wanwan could only walk up from inside the building.

Xia Zhihuai stood at the door and hesitated for a few seconds, and decided to follow. The police also sent a team of people to rescue him.

Wanwan had a thousand-mile talisman, and she left the others far behind and soon arrived at the door of the top floor.

Perhaps it was because the resentful spirit was very confident that there were not many people who could invade this building, so they did not block the door.

Wanwan raised her hand and pushed it, but she didn't push it at first, but she tried to inject the spiritual energy into her hand, and the door slammed into the ground.

In the dust flying, she opened her mouth and looked at the vulnerable door in shock.

Really, she didn't work very hard.

I don't know if I need compensation afterwards.

She was sorry for her brother's wallet.

The rooftop was covered in cold wind, and Wanwan's face was covered in dust.

She "bah, bah, bah, bah, bah," she took a few times, and walked up to the rooftop with her eyes staring at the wind.

It was a slight spiritual shield that hit her eyes, and she slowly released a circle of faint spiritual shields around her to resist this bad environment.

After the confusion in front of him dispersed, Wanwan finally saw the situation on the rooftop.

There are many people and many ghosts.

The first thing that caught my eye was the funnel-shaped black cloud above my head. Scarlet blood flashed in the clouds. The tail end of the funnel black cloud extended to the rooftop, connecting with the black human-shaped shadow standing beside the rooftop.

The shadow of the human figure was probably the size of an adult man. He grabbed a child's head with his left hand and reached the outside of the building. The child was so scared that he cried heartbrokenly, his voice terrified and shrill.

Wanwan's heart was beating, and she looked up at the huge grimace that appeared from time to time in the funnel clouds in the sky, but still couldn't figure out how this was formed.

This kind of power is really shocking. Even if she has spiritual power to protect her body, she feels depressed and dull when standing there, and her hair on her body is suddenly stretched out.

"Mom save me-"

Wanwan felt that her eardrums were filled with the boy's crying.

But she dared not act rashly.

Now I don’t know if Uncle Huang has passed through the confusion created by the resentful spirit.

"Save me--"

"Please save me-"

In addition to that little boy, Wanwan also saw that ghosts were constantly sucked away by the resentful spirits. They were the souls of the blood corpses before, struggling in pain and terror, not wanting to merge with the resentful spirits.

Zhan Fengcheng, the president of the Taoist Association downstairs, was already as beautiful as gold paper at this time, but he still grabbed the sword in his hand and inserted it on the ground, constantly pouring spiritual power into the formation below him.

The Five Wisdom Vajra in Master Xuantong's hand also pressed against the light golden light cover, barely fighting against the black afterimage that constantly invaded the magic circle.

Wanwan's eyes fell on the formation pattern on the ground, and it was obvious that it was a transformed Xuanwu formation at a glance.

The Xuanwu Formation is a Taoist defensive formation. It requires a lot of spiritual energy to deploy the formation and requires a high level of ability to deploy the formation.

However, this small world belongs to the Dharma-Ending Age. Due to the thin spiritual energy, the levels of Taoist and Buddhist practices are generally low, so it should be impossible to arrange orthodox Xuanwu formations, so the formations have been changed.

The Xuanwu Formation, which Master Xuantong and President Zhanfeng City have continuously consolidated, requires relatively little spiritual power, but the defense ability is not that powerful.

Fortunately, this resentful spirit is also used to help grow. It quickly improves its strength in a short period of time, and has many flaws.

It was probably the first time I encountered a deformed Xuanwu formation, so I only tried to attack repeatedly.

At present, the two sides maintain a delicate balance.

There are still many survivors in the Xuanwu Formation.

It can be seen that the purpose of the resentful spirit is to destroy the Xuanwu Formation by continuous invasion and thus kill the people inside.

Even though the two elders of the Taoist and Buddhist sects tried their best to protect the formation, the Xuanwu formation was still full of flaws and was about to break soon.

...

Wanwan stood on the rooftop for only a short time and had already figured out the situation in front of her.

The resentful spirit in the distance naturally noticed her and immediately laughed "hehe" with a hoarse laugh and full of malice.

Zhan Fengcheng heard the gate landing and looked at the door distracted.

After the confusion spread, his pupils suddenly tightened, and his palm, holding the hilt of the sword, was chapped and bleeding. He said in shock: "Why is that child coming?!"

"Go away--"

The resentful spirit laughed wildly: "It's too late."

The next second, the resentful spirit rushed to Wanwan and wanted to capture her.

Wanwan was always on guard, and took out her peach wood sword without hesitation, and swung the sword to the stomach of the resentful spirit without hesitation.

The originally proud and arrogant expression of the resentful spirit was distorted in an instant, and the whole spirit flew backwards, and the yin energy on its body even began to dissipate.

The child in his hand was thrown out because of this.

Wanwan originally wanted to pick up the child, but the resentful spirit maliciously swept out a yin energy and pushed the child directly outside the rooftop.

A woman's screams and curses sounded in the defense array.

But no one present was distracted.

Wanwan only prayed in her heart, hoping that Uncle Huang would be more reliable.

Since he couldn't save the little brother, Wanwan used the Qianli Talisman to appear behind the resentful spirit without hesitation, and penetrated his abdomen with a sword.

He even grabbed a ghost head from his waist with bare hands and tore it off cleanly.

The ghost head cried and left blood and tears, howled desperately when it was torn off, but it still didn't help.

The resentful spirit looked down at the pierced abdomen with resentment. The wood-colored peach wood sword turned red at this moment, like a soldering iron, burning a hole in the resentful spirit's belly.

"Little devil, you're looking for death!"

The resentful spirit formed five fingers into claws and grabbed Wanwan's throat fiercely.

Wanwan immediately squatted down and used her small advantage to avoid the attack. She did not forget to pull out her sword from his body. She put the Liujia Yin and Yang Talisman on the thigh of the resentful spirit with her left hand, and flashed to the Xuanwu Formation with the Qianli Talisman, raised her hand and raised her gesture: "Binding!"

The golden net was raised from the feet of the resentful spirit, tightly squeezing the gloomy and ugly resentful spirit.

Seeing the situation, Wanwan finally had time to refute the resentful spirit's words: "I'm not a little devil! You bad guy resentful spirit."

...

Zhan Fengcheng's brain had stopped thinking at this moment. He looked at the little doll that was not as tall as a table. From the time he appeared to now, he was as fierce as a tiger, and directly injured the resentful spirit that tortured them to the point of vomiting blood.

“Come in quickly.”

Zhan Fengcheng came to his senses and immediately opened a hole in the formation and put Wanwan in.

Wanwan shook her head, took out a stack of spiritual talismans from her pocket and handed them to him: "This can replenish spiritual energy."

The talisman was drawn by her last night. It can replenish spiritual power in a small amount in a short period of time. There are about twenty pictures, which are disposable consumables.

Although her spiritual power was consumed when painting, she could basically recover after a night's sleep.

These talismans were originally intended to save them when they were used up next time they were out of their spiritual power, but seeing that this old uncle was already at the end of his strength, she was not stingy with a few talismans.

Zhan Fengcheng was stuffed with a talisman by Wanwan. Looking at the inspiration circulating on the paper, I didn’t know whether to sigh or be ashamed.

"Thank you, little fellow Taoist."

Zhan Fengcheng held the talisman and his voice was even more sucking.

Wanwan had no time to comfort him, turned around and looked around the rooftop, but couldn't find the little boy who had just been thrown out.

"That little brother..."

The pale woman inside the formation cried loudly: "My child, my child...you return my child to me."

Zhan Fengcheng frowned and ignored the woman, and said to Wanwan carefully: "That little boy just fell down. The situation is urgent, it's not your fault."

Wanwan didn't feel guilty and hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Uncle Huang is under the building, he will save him."

"That evil ghost?"

Wanwan nodded seriously and praised: "Uncle Huang is actually a ghost."

Zhan Fengcheng: "..." He has seen countless evil spirits in his life, and who is not full of blood?
Chapter completed!