Strange Recovery: After signing in for ten years, I will go down the mountain to collect demons

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Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Liuli is his trump card, if he can't handle it to this extent, then he should withdraw from the altar and run away as soon as possible is the right choice.

Seeing that the black mist was completely expelled by the Killing Ghost Seal, Mo Liuli shouted excitedly: "Good! We won, we won!"

Ye Fan gave her a blank look and said: "Win a fart! The fun hasn't begun yet!"

In this first fight, Ye Fan seemed to have won.

But in fact, Ye Fan understood that this was just a way for the two sides to test each other.

Sure enough, after the old man got the result, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A group of wandering ghosts actually used the ghost-killing mark!"

"Hey! From the looks of it, this opponent is just a fledgling Taoist priest!"

The two sides set up an altar to fight, and before they are sure to kill each other with one blow, the most important thing is to maintain their physical strength.

And when Ye Fan was probing, he used this powerful seal, which must have consumed a lot of energy.

The old man felt that he had won this time.

He grabbed the lizard in the middle bowl and chopped off the lizard's head with a single blow.

Blood spurted out and splashed on Jintong's body.

The old man lit the bone sword stained with lizard blood with a little ashes from the incense burner, and pierced the skin of the golden boy's back with his sword.

Lizard blood, censer ash mixed with Golden Boy's blood formed a terrifying pattern on his back.

The old man withdrew his bone sword and made a frantic tactic with both hands, so fast that the naked eye could barely see it.

Until the finale of the formula, his hands formed an extremely strange shape. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe that someone could do it.

I saw three words spit out from his mouth: "Evil ghost curse!"

The golden boy showed pain on his face, and a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the pattern behind him.

……

Mo Liuli suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted: "Ye Fan! Look, something is coming out!"

Ye Fan really wanted to beat Mo Liuli violently, but she almost startled himself by making such a fuss.

"Hey! I say big sister! Can you calm down, standing behind others and yelling, it's easy to lose your mind!"

Mo Liuli quickly closed her mouth, not daring to speak nonsense anymore.

Ye Fan stared at the black formation that suddenly appeared in the air, a thing two or three times larger than a normal ghost was coming out of the formation.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, and he said disdainfully: "Huh! Do you want to test my skills by dispatching an evil ghost? Let you see how powerful I am!"

"Gang Lei Step!"

Ye Fan stepped on the seven stars, held a mahogany sword in his hand, picked up a blank yellow talisman on the table, and jumped up from the table.

"I ask for the light of God to break through the darkness. The ice is gentle, and the charcoal breathes flames. Mountains, swords, and trees will never stop climbing. Returning light to the ten poles, illuminating the heavens!"

"Edict!"

"Divine Light Sword Jue!"

The mahogany sword in Ye Fan's hand instantly shone like a lightsaber.

The evil ghost finally rushed out of the formation, and rushed towards Ye Fan frantically.

"Heaven and Earth Promise, Divine Light Sword Art! Slash!"

Ye Fan slashed at the evil ghost with a sword, and a golden sword glow went straight to the evil ghost's head.

However, just when the golden sword light was about to hit the evil spirit.

In the dimly lit room, the golden boy's eyes glowed with a scarlet light.

The evil ghost's eyes, which were originally closed, opened instantly, and a pair of eyes bigger than a lantern shot out a scarlet light.

"Oh!"

The golden light and the red light collided and exploded in the middle, forming a dazzling light.

Under the stimulation of the bright light, Ye Fan closed his eyes reflexively.

At this time, the evil ghost's pale claws were less than one centimeter away from his neck.

Mo Liuli could no longer hold back and shouted loudly: "Ye Fan! Straight ahead!"

Hearing the words, Ye Fan stabbed out with a sword, hitting the head of the evil spirit.

"Bah!..."

There was a scorching sound, and the evil spirit quickly pulled back.

Its head had been burned with a big hole by Ye Fan's 'Golden Light Sword', and billows of black air came out of it.

Seeing that Ye Fan was a tough nut to crack, the evil spirit turned its target to the altar.

"call!"

While flying towards the altar, it did not forget to spew out a thick ghostly air, enveloping Ye Fan in it.

Seeing that the evil spirit was about to pounce on the altar, Mo Liuli really wanted to ring the cymbals in her hand.

Whether it's useful or not, she doesn't want to sit still like this.

Just when she was about to act without authorization, Ye Fan's words appeared in her mind again.

"You have to calm down!"

"Calm down!"

Mo Liuli knew that this little Taoist priest looked down on him, disliked his meager skills, and was reckless.

She also hates herself now.

If I had followed Ye Fan's words, my colleagues in the police station would not have suffered such a catastrophe tonight.

Of more than 30 people, only 25 were rescued in total.