Chapter 1720 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (67)

Those fierce ghosts who were sleeping to resist the formation were awakened by this fluctuation.

Ghost heads emerged from under the formation one after another, roaring at Yu Moqian.

Yu Moqian looked down coldly, his eyes were indifferent to ruthless, but with a sense of contemptuous arrogance.

Look like ants.

Those fierce ghosts actually flinched a little, and some retracted their heads.

Yu Moqian picked up the tip of the sword, and the yellow talismans formed an encircling circle, and some collided with the outer formation gates, shaking the entire ghost formation.

Those talisman papers outside the formation began to spontaneously ignite without fire.

Yu Moqian stepped on the red weapon, feeling the tingling pain coming from the soles of his feet.

These things are corrosive to the spirit body.

It doesn't have that much effect on humans.

Yu Moqian was still worried, so he pasted a yellow talisman on her body.

protective.

He noticed that she stretched out her hand and pressed her fingers gently against his cold neck, as if she was very worried.

Yu Moqian couldn't help but bend his eyes, and then stepped on the flying yellow talisman paper and rushed directly outside the formation.

As long as Bai Weiwei is sent out, this small scene won't cause him much harm.

But when his yellow talisman shook the gate of the formation to a crack.

A jade pendant sounded.

He looked up, his eyes turned cold, Yu Sanqian?

But how could Yu Sanqian still be alive, how many years have passed.

At least one hundred and forty years old.

It is impossible for a person to live so long.

Yu Moqian's pupils turned completely red, the black disappeared, and red lines appeared on his face.

Sophisticated and scary.

He stabbed the mahogany sword under the magic circle fiercely, scaring those ghosts back.

Then he took out a pen and quickly drew a black formation in the air.

The formation is terribly complicated, and all kinds of yin and yang forces of heaven and earth are combined and opposed, and finally a terrible balance is reached.

The red gas suddenly faltered.

The black magic circle is slowly moving.

In the middle of the large red magic circle, a small but fine black magic circle is slowly suppressing the big magic circle.

Bai Bai and the other uneducated children were dumbfounded in fright.

Even white cypress is half a bucket of water.

Where have I seen such a terrifying and profound formation.

Even if the ghost formation can no longer exert its power, it is still one of the most famous and powerful formations.

He was suppressed by Yu Moqian just like that.

Yu Moqian floated in the air, and said softly to Bai Weiwei: "We can go out, don't worry."

Bai Weiwei's voice was calm and gentle, "With you here, I don't worry."

Such wholehearted trust.

Yu Moqian was stunned for a while before he smiled.

[Ding, the hero's favorability is fifty-five. 】

Just when the black formation reached the position Yu Moqian wanted, he made a sudden move and drew a door.

The door opened above the black magic circle.

It was made out of nowhere.

Bai Weiwei looked up and saw darkness outside the door.

Yu Moqian was very calm and flew towards the door.

But when his fingers just touched the door.

There was evil spirit in his red pupils, and the whole body immediately burst out with terrifying power, and he backed away.

A piece of bronze mirror fell from the sky, smashed a corner of the black formation, and smashed directly into the middle of the ghost formation.

The ghost formation seems to have received a huge boost of power.

The red gas was dying, but now it turned into a blood mist, and the mist began to condense into a blood-like entity again.

Blood began to well up under their feet.

Yu Moqian looked at the bronze mirror, turned his head coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Yu Sanqian."