Chapter 1717 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (64)

For so many years, ghosts and ghosts have competed against each other.

When Bai Weiwei came, it was like a nuclear bomb, killing most of the ghosts.

If this continues, all ghosts will be wiped out by the magic circle.

The skull stretched out white bone fingers, and the white bone fingers were strangely long.

It said: "You die for me."

Bai Weiwei: "Tongzi, hello, life-saving items."

The system roared: "Okay, I'll call Yu Moqian for you!"

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Just as the system finished roaring, a golden ray of light, like a sword light, smashed all obstacles from a distance with a destructive force.

The power of the light almost blinded everyone's eyes.

The strange red mist of the red magic circle trembled violently.

The skull was startled, the golden light had broken through the red magic circle defense line and crushed its head.

Bai Weiwei was thrown to the ground again.

And the skull fell from the neck, rolled and rolled, and rolled to her feet, looking at her in the dark.

Bai Weiwei struggled to get up from the ground, the blood on her wrist was still flowing.

She originally wanted to stop the bleeding, but when she saw those ghosts staring at her, she didn't dare to approach them.

She could only drink tomato juice in silence.

Seeing that a corner of the magic circle was shattered, Bai Bai's face changed drastically, and he immediately stuck the yellow talisman against it, and then shouted coldly: "Which expert is here."

As soon as the words fell, the door to the front yard was kicked open.

A neat figure appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Bai Bai immediately picked up the mahogany sword and flew over, intending to kill him.

As a result, no one in Yu Moqian saw it, and reflexively pulled out the mahogany sword with red tassels from the void, directly smashed the white cypress to the bone of his wrist, and then raised his foot to kick away the obtrusive obstacle.

He turned his head, his black eyes were deep and strange, and the depths of them were red.

A Tang suit made him look more stern and terrifying.

He saw Bai Weiwei standing in a daze in the magic circle, her wrists, palms, and clothes were covered with blood.

Her face was a little pale, trembling under the surrounding of a group of ghosts, she was indescribably tragic and pitiful.

Yu Moqian's heart twitched suddenly, the throbbing pain was fierce and violent.

Pain is like a sharp knife piercing the heart, a sledgehammer cracking the bone.

The pain is so painful that it cracks.

He gritted his teeth, and his handsome, youthful face became ferocious.

Everything on the altar began to tremble.

The yellow talisman was brushed and it began to shatter.

Yu Moqian rushed into the formation of ghosts and evil spirits, and his body was suddenly terribly attacked.

The red light that cut into thousands of cuts came towards him.

Yu Moqian held his sword in front of his eyes, pinched the red tassel knot with his other hand, and shouted angrily, "Break."

The red light shattered into light spots, leaving only fine wounds on his body.

Seriously injured, Bai Bai, who was vomiting blood, was about to laugh when he saw Yu Moqian rushing into the ghost formation.

Seeing that Yu Moqian was able to contend against the power of the ghost formation, his face turned blue.

Where did this guy come from.

Even Yu Sanqian, the head of Tiandao Sect, had to approach the magic circle cautiously.

This man rushed in and was not torn to pieces by Li Gui.

The ghostly aura on Yu Moqian made the ghosts dare not approach him.

Bai Weiwei is Yang Qi, he is ghost Qi.

It's not easy to mess with.

And the magic circle began to vibrate, and traces of blood appeared from the ground.

At first, he wanted to wrap Yu Moqian around.

Yu Moqian walked towards Bai Weiwei step by step, as if he couldn't see it.

Bai Weiwei was not affected at all, but she bled so much that she felt dizzy even with tomato juice.

She walked towards Yu Mo with three steps.

Although it is a large formation, it is only a dozen or twenty steps away.

Both of them walked hard.

Suddenly Bai Weiwei staggered, she looked down and saw that the white hand bone tripped her.

When she flicked, it was like a graveyard.

Before the shaking was over, a tattered body reached out and hugged her.

Yu Moqian's body was pierced with bloodshot flesh, looking extremely scary.

But as if he didn't notice it, he stretched out his hand to hold her bleeding wrist.

The blood on it soaked his palms, and his palms began to rot.

The blood that restrains ghosts is particularly warm, as terrifying as magma.

Seeing that his palms were beginning to rot, Bai Weiwei's expression changed, and she wanted to withdraw her hand.

But he found that Yu Moqian was holding her tightly, and he put her hand on his face.

"sorry."

he said softly.

Bai Weiwei's eyelashes trembled, feeling a little dazed.

Blood stained his delicate and fair face, and it began to rot.

Yu Moqian's black eyes were flushed with intense pain.

He murmured softly, looking extremely well-behaved, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."