Mr. Lu, my five elements are all you

Zhu Xiuxian's gaze was so straightforward that Gu Hexian subconsciously hid the backpack.

Qin Guigu saw through his selfishness at a glance.

Put him in the Guanyin Temple, I don't know what accidents will happen, so it's better to keep him under your nose.

Qin Guigu agreed: "Then follow closely, I will teach you some common spells to exorcise ghosts later."

"Good!" Gu Hexian was the most positive.

Can't practice, it's not bad to learn a few spells, at least you have a trick to save your life.

The six people had just stepped out of the Guanyin Temple and walked a few steps.

Suddenly the ground began to tremble, and the vibration became more and more violent and obvious.

"Is there an earthquake?" Lu Zihao was terrified.

To be so unlucky?

Being chased by ghosts is already miserable, but what about an earthquake?
Qin Guigu shook his head, and looked coldly at the mountain where Fu Jing might be hiding.

This is her forcing the people from Guanyin Temple to come out.

Under the tremor of the earth, the people in Guanyin Temple couldn't stay any longer, and fled out regardless of Gu Xi's dissuasion.

Qin Guigu glanced at the Hai Mo Dou in his hand, and sighed in his heart.

This baby is still warmed up!

Pulling out the ink thread, just as Qin Guigu flung it out, a wall suddenly sprang out from the ground, blocking her ink thread back.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen walls sprang up from the ground one after another.

Separate Qin Guigu and others from those in Guanyin Temple.

This turn of events surprised everyone.

It also fell into the eyes of Lu Nanchen who was looking for Fu Jing on the mountain
A look of worry flashed across his eyes, but his steps towards the water tower became more determined.

Fu Jing was eager to force the people out of the Guanyin Temple, and released a lot of spiritual power, which actually exposed her position.

Lu Nanchen galloped through the forest, his toes lightly touching every leaf like a dragonfly touching water, and leaped out of the forest in a handsome posture.

From his cuffs, he flung out three magic spells that were sharper than blades after possessing spirits, and directly pierced the protective shield set up by Fu Jing.

These three spells did not stop, and even shot towards the water tower with a more violent attack after piercing the shield.

Fu Jing on the other side of the water tower suddenly felt a chill in her vest.

She grabbed the woman at her feet and flew down from the water tower.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise behind him, and the water tower exploded, splashing water everywhere.

Fu Jing and the woman in her hand were instantly submerged by the gushing water. Before entering the water, she turned her head and glanced at Lu Nanchen who was approaching quickly.

The cold light of the bronze sword in his hand foreshadowed Lu Nanchen's determination to kill her.

Fu Jing chanted the mantra to make her body as soft and tough as running water, and be careful not to be scratched by dead branches along the way.

The woman in her hand was scratched by the miscellaneous stones and branches in the water.

Lu Nanchen stepped on the branch next to him and quickly chased after him.

No matter how Fu Jing went down the river, she never left Lu Nanchen's sight.

Fu Jing couldn't shake him off, so she simply stopped.

She threw the wet woman aside and took off her coat.

While twisting the water on it, he smiled and looked at Lu Nanchen who was approaching from a distance: "Old ancestor, long time no see."

Lu Nanchen tiptoed the leaves and hung on the branches, staring down at the offspring who went astray with cold eyes.

He gave Fu Jing two choices: "Are you going to kill yourself, or let me do it?"

He gave Fu Jing a chance to live, but she didn't cherish it.

"Kill me, and you won't be able to get out." Fu Jing reminded.

She wrung out her coat, put it on again, and began to twist her long hair.

Her attitude was casual and natural, but she tightened Lu Nanchen's gaze, which already revealed her nervousness.

"I have my own way." Although Fu Jing is a rare genius in the world of mystical arts, she still knows very little about mystical arts.

For so many years, Lu Nanchen only dared to say that he saw a thing or two.

Not wanting to waste time in confrontation, Lu Nanchen threw out the bronze sword in his hand and plunged it into the ground in front of Fu Jing: "Do it yourself, don't dirty my hands."

Fu Jing smiled, glanced at the bronze sword at her feet and said, "That's what you told my mother when you forced her to kill me."

Her mother couldn't do anything, so she used this sword to commit suicide in front of Lu Nanchen, and she was locked in the attic to linger on her last breath.

"Ancestor, don't you think you are also responsible for what I have become today?" Fu Jing was questioning Lu Nanchen: "If you could find out what my father did to me back then, I might really be just an ordinary man now. College Students!"

When Fu Jing was emotional, the little ghost in a red dress crawled out from behind her, hiding in her body.

Those crimson eyes stared at Lu Nanchen resentfully.

Absorbing the power of this ghost world, her strength is growing at a rapid rate.

Qin Guigu once said that there are eleven levels of ghosts, and when the little girl first appeared, she was just an ordinary ghost.

Now it is only one step away from Sheqing Ghost.

The level of a ghost, every time a level is raised, the strength will increase exponentially.

The gully between levels is filled with strength.

Lu Nanchen was not swayed by Fu Jing's words. The moment he saw the little girl, he had only one thought.

Can't let her continue to grow!
Otherwise, it will cause serious troubles and disasters will continue.

With a movement of her finger, the bronze sword in front of Fu Jing made a contentious sound.

No one touched it, and the bronze sword flew up by itself.

In Fu Jing's vicious eyes, one splits into two, two turns into four, fully transforming into eight swords, sealing off all escape routes for Fu Jing.

When the crisis came, Fu Jing no longer hid her clumsiness.

She knew that she couldn't escape from Lu Nanchen's hands. She didn't know how strong the old ancestor was.

But if he could be dragged into hell together, it would be such a joyous and boundless thing!

"Hiss—!" The little girl in Fu Jing's body burst out, her black fingertips slashed across the bronze sword, and sparks burst out, leaving scratches with white smoke.

Lu Nanchen sat on the lotus with one hand, put two fingers on his chest, and silently recited the mantra.

The formation of subduing demons and ghosts composed of bronze swords was running at high speed.

How could Fu Jing be willing to die?

Trying all his best, he hit the sword, trying to break the formation.

She shouted in her mouth: "Kill me, those people outside have to be buried with me! Ancestor, didn't you teach us not to kill evil? You kill me, but people outside die because of you. Isn't this your killing?" sin?"

Lu Nanchen remained unmoved.

The blood-drenched woman next to her watched with fear in her eyes as the formation emitted a dazzling golden light, piercing through the long cold night.

The golden light pierced through the bodies of Fu Jing and the little ghost in the red skirt, making an ear-piercing sizzle sound.

She shook her body and fled into the woods, rolling and crawling.

Lu Nanchen ignored her and watched Fu Jing become more and more painful and weak in the formation.

It wasn't that Fu Jing didn't want to break out of the formation, but she discovered to her horror that she couldn't use any magical powers at all within this formation!
She can't even gather her spiritual energy!
For the first time, Fu Jing felt Lu Nanchen's irresistible strength.

He came to kill himself, a complete dimensionality reduction blow!