The streamer flashes.

The gray and white and cold air outside instantly poured in towards the broken door.

The cold wind blew by, and in the blink of an eye, the gray and white mist filled the air, instantly changing the entire world in front of Liang Baiqing.

It is white and gray, and you can't see any color or anything clearly.

He couldn't see the gate, the house, the lights, the corridor outside the door, and even Lin Boying standing beside him, as if he was the only one left in this dead grey mist.

If he hadn't had the puppet curse he had put on Lin Boying's body clearly sensed that he was by his side, he would have thought that the two had been separated, but this was still useless. There was no difference between the two and being separated.

Liang Baiqing stretched out his intact left hand and touched the position he sensed. The entrance was empty. He subconsciously touched around him again, but the result was still unchanged and still empty.

He knew that this was because the ghosts deceived his five senses. Even if he caught Lin Boying now, his five senses would only tell him that he had not encountered anything.

Liang Baiqing's face turned pale, and he grabbed him in vain, his eyes turned red, and his mouth muttered in pain.

"Master, I'm sorry for you, I can't save my junior brother!"

"I'm really powerless!"

He thought that he would take Lin Boqing safely out even though he tried his best, but the empty space in front of him made him unable to use it. Even if he had seals and chants in his hand, he would have done so.

Not sure.

Because, in this ghost world, everything that normal people see, hear and touch is formulated by the owner of the ghost world.

Liang Boqing stood there in despair, waiting for the ending to come. But the expected attack did not come. He just seemed to vaguely feel someone's eyes on him, and then he did not feel any abnormality.

After Zhang Jiao glanced at the two acquaintances who were stunned at the door, he no longer paid attention to these two tool people who opened the door for him.

His body naturally passed through a messy door, blocking his way

The debris passed through his body like a phantom.

Zhang Jiao walked straight through these miscellaneous objects, stood in the room, and looked straight at the Bixian in front of him with a silent look.

A smile suddenly broke out on his thin bloodless lips. He raised his head and looked at the black holes of Bixian's eyes and said brilliantly.

"Hello, Yu Linglang. We finally meet! I am Zhang Jiao."

As he spoke, countless gray-white auras kept winding out from the corners of his mouth, nose and eyes, and the gray-white mist like a tide behind him rushed directly like a pen fairy.

In the narrow room, countless bloody words and the gray-white mist instantly blended together.

The strange wind began to echo in the house.

call!!!

The sound of the wind is like a wild cat calling in spring, or a crow crying, or even more like countless people who can't tell the difference between men and women. The more they hear, the more they become, the more frightened and desperate.

Liang Baiqing at the edge of the door had a ferocious face and wanted to block his ears, but the strange sound still came into his ears one after another and penetrated into the depths of his soul.

His eyes were protruding, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, like an old tree pack, looking like a dehydrated fish, rolling around the edge of the door.

Gray white fog and bloody words kept surging in this house, either gray fog was covered with dust, or the words were bleeding and melting the gray fog, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two.

The whole room was like falling into hell, constantly changing with all kinds of strange and absurd pictures.

The pen fairy, who was standing in the center of the room, moved first. In his hand holding a huge brush, countless blood flowed towards the brush like a stream.

As the blood surged, there was only a little red brush on the tip of the pen, and it seemed like it was inserted into an ink bottle and was covered with ink. Drops of rich and sticky blood kept dripping from the tip of the pen.

drop!

Blood dripped rapidly, falling on the ground and turned into words full of unknown meanings...

"Filth, exhaustion, decline, defeat, perishment, danger..."

Countless blood words were instantly climbed on Zhang Jiao's body, and all kinds of unknown auras began to flow on him.

A dead and bad luck began to cover his whole body.

The smell of stench and corruption continued to come from his body, strands of white hair hang down from the top of his head, his skin began to become loose, and his teeth continued to fall off. In the dark, he felt that every part of his body seemed to be beginning to die, as if his life was coming and his death was coming.

The evil ghost in his body seemed to feel his opportunity to die and began to riot restlessly.

Cold corpse spots everywhere spread wildly around him with the help of the crash entrenched on his body, and corrupted corpses became.

In an instant, dense blue and purple patches spread all over his body, as if they were going to take away the little vitality he had left.

Zhang Jiao could clearly feel that his body gradually became aging and decaying, and his life was constantly being pulled out, as if he would die in the next second. But he did not show any expression of death, but his eyes became brighter, as if the last vitality of his body was concentrated there.

He lowered his head, looked at his dying self, and swayedly raised his arm covered with corpse spots and gently stroked it on his eyebrows.

The next second, Fang Tian ordered the bright light to shine in his eyebrows. The gilded vermilion pattern penetrated from the middle of his eyebrows to his whole body, and then pierced into the evil spirits in his body, and began to extract its power without any consequences.

The gray and white mist in the sky covered his figure. In a flash, Zhang Jiao's figure passed through the blood words that kept appearing beside the Pen Xian like a ghost, and came to it.

His face was tightly pressed against the black face of Bixian, which was not visible at all. He directly sprayed his last breath from his lungs to his face. A sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on his pale face.

"That's it?"

Before Bixian could answer, the corner of his mouth, which showed a sarcastic smile, suddenly cracked behind his ear, and a bloody mouth opened straight away.

An illusory spirit, which seemed to be there or not, was locked by heavy gilt vermilion light, suddenly emerged from his wide open mouth, and then opened his mouth like him, swallowed most of the Bixian's body in one mouthful, and swallowed it like this.

The whole situation is like the picture circulating on the Internet where a big fish swallows a small fish and a small fish swallows a shrimp.

As soon as the pen fairy got to her stomach, Fang Tian’s order in her eyebrows seemed extremely excited and became more and more dazzling.

A series of gilded vermilion lights shuttled through his body, forming mysterious spells, which fitted layer by layer, like gears biting together, constantly passing through the figure of the pen fairy with a huge pen with a white robe.

The pen fairy struggled uneasily in the spell, and countless blood words kept floating on its robe and disappeared.

The words "escape, leave, escape, walk, flash" and other words are constantly changing, but after being swept by the light of Fang Tian's order, the blood-colored words that emerged disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared before.

In the vermilion gilded light, the Pen Immortal, along with the one above, who couldn't see clearly, had an illusory figure, and exuded a gray and white aura, formed a more complex and mysterious decree, connecting the three of them together.

In the room.

The blood-colored words flying all over the sky swarmed towards Zhang Jiao like blood-sucking mosquitoes, but before they could get closer, Zhang Jiao, who lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, suddenly opened his eyes. A trace of blood appeared in his eyes in his silent and gray eyes.

Countless blood-colored words kept appearing in his eyes and disappeared again. Only a trace of blood was left behind in his eyes, and a circle of blood was rendered on the edge of his gray and silent eyeballs. It seemed more conspicuous and particularly eye-catching, making people unable to help but take a closer look and see what words were appearing in the blood.

Blood-colored words filled with unknown meanings flew towards him, and gradually began to stagnate in the air under his gaze, like falling snowflakes, falling one after another, one after another, turning into a pool of fishy black blood.

Zhang Jiao slowly raised his head, and the purple-black corpse spots on his cheeks, forehead, and neck began to retreat continuously, and his loose skin became tense again, as if the dead wood was revitalized again.

Only the white hair on the top of the head is mixed with the black hair, which is particularly eye-catching as if it is a little white, making the whole person look like he is over 10 years old.

Zhang Jiao didn't care too much about these things. At this moment, he was listening to the sudden prompt sound in his ears.
Chapter completed!