Urban Perspective Little Doctor

Pang Feng's fireball technique was outstanding. Seeing that the white-faced man was about to be burned to ashes, his figure immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke when he was forced into a rogue, and he ran around in the ghost tank.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Pang Feng's mouth. With a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, the paper talisman pasted on the outside of the ghost tank burned another.

In the darkness, a bolt of lightning smashed into the sky, and the dark sky seemed to split in the middle. The power of this bolt of lightning almost destroyed the land created by this ghost tank.

The thing that Yin God fears most is thunder and lightning, and Pang Feng's ability to cast the lightning talisman is the ability to suppress the bottom of the box.

A flash of lightning fell from the sky, directly smashing into the wisp of darkness, and a stern scream sounded. The white-faced man had nowhere to escape. He immediately appeared with his mouth full of blood and his face like golden paper:

"Shangxian spare my life, Shangxian spare my life! I am a ghost that has survived for more than five hundred years. If Shangxian spares my life, I must have a good reward!" The white-faced man knelt down and said, he has no fighting ability, Yin God is in a state where he can collapse at any time.

At this moment, Pang Feng wanted to kill him as easy as crushing an ant.

Pang Feng coldly snorted, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Today, he had taken a great risk when he came out of his body. Finally, the matter can be solved satisfactorily, and he can control the ghost in front of him. He can finally relax. Breathe out.

"Little ghost, you dare to plot against me! I think you are looking for death! Also, you have been living by absorbing the yin energy of people living in the sun all these years. It can be said to be extremely harmful, how can you let me forgive you?" Pang Feng said loudly Tao.

Obviously, the fundamental purpose of this ghost controlling Huang Xiumei and Wang Ying is to absorb the Yin Qi from them.

As for the so-called bliss that Huang Xiumei and Wang Ying usually enjoy, they are all mental illusions. In such psychic illusions, a woman and a man have intense stories, and the two sides are entangled, and finally reach the so-called bliss.

In this process, the ghost unconsciously controlled the other party, so that for so many years Huang Xiumei had not been behind closed doors, and the whole person was indulged in this abnormal spiritual world.

After catching the ghost, Pang Feng understood everything. The problem now is the aftermath.

Pang Feng didn't want to keep the ghost in front of him, because since this guy has survived for five hundred years, he certainly doesn't know how many conspiracies and tricks he has. Moreover, the ghost is the most evil and cruelest. According to the record in the copper coin heritage, the decent monk encountered a ghost. All things of this kind should be eliminated with all efforts to avoid future troubles.

Pang Feng had a murderous heart in his heart, and he paced slowly close to the white-faced man.

"You ghost, claiming to have more than five hundred years of Taoism, it's amazing! No wonder you are so bold and arrogant that you even dare to start with a practitioner like me. And your Taoism is indeed not shallow, especially psychedelic, even I have followed your way.

You are so capable. It's a pity to stay by my side. I advise you to fall into reincarnation. Maybe you can reincarnate in the future and seek a new life! "Pang Feng said word by word.

He had just finished speaking, and suddenly there was a sharp warning sign in his heart.

This warning sign made Pang Feng feel that his hairs were standing up.

Danger, extreme danger!

Perceiving the danger, Pang Feng did not hesitate. He quickly backed away. Behind him, one left and one right, Huang Xiumei and Wang Ying did not know when they leaned over.

When Pang Feng saw this scene, he couldn't help but torn apart!

Especially when he saw the white-faced man with a strange rune in his hand, seeing this rune, Pang Feng felt that his soul would collapse.

"Haha..." The white-faced man laughed and said, "I know, I know that you practitioners can't tolerate my existence. In this case, don't want to go out alive today, just die for me. !"

The white-faced man raised the rune in his hand, and Pang Feng gritted his teeth and grabbed Huang Xiumei and Wang Yingyi from left to right. The spirit in his mind was moved to the extreme, and he shouted: "Bluestone Pixiu!"

He finally understood what the white-faced man was going to do. The rune in his hand was a destruction rune, and its function was to destroy the ghost tank.

Now Pang Feng appeared in the ghost-raising tank in the state of Yinshen, if the ghost-raising tank was destroyed, Pang Feng would definitely have no way of life.

Pang Feng really did not expect that this guy would have such a cruel move to press the bottom of the box with one hand.

Everything was too late, Pang Feng could only rely on "Bluestone Pixiu" in the end. He and Qingshi Paixiu had already reached the same mind. He turned all his consciousness to Qingshi Paixiu's body, not knowing whether he could escape.

"Roar!"

Pang Feng heard a wild roar in his mind, and this huge roar made Pang Feng's mind the shadow of two brave.

Bluestone Pixiu appeared, and Pang Feng saw the world collapse in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye. The souls of the two women she hugged, Huang Xiumei and Wang Ying, melted directly into Pang Feng’s soul. .

But Pang Feng felt tremendous pressure coming suddenly, and the next moment, he only felt that his eyes were dark.

When he saw the situation clearly again, he found himself in the orange grove.

"Soul return!"

The soul merged into the body, and Pang Feng felt an unprecedented sense of steadiness. At this moment, he realized that his body was completely soaked. It was all frightening. Just now, he almost died!

He calmly looked at the ghost raising tank, and found that cracks began to appear on the ghost raising tank, and the primitive runes on it were destroyed one by one.

If this destruction continues, this ghost tank will be completely destroyed.

"Can't let this dog|Ride die so cheaply!" Pang Feng gritted his teeth, flipped his hand, and a paper talisman appeared in his hand!

"Stop it for me!"

The paper talisman flew out and stuck it on the ghost-raising pot. A golden rune jumped out on the paper talisman, and then countless runes jumped out. All the runes formed a big "seal" in the air.

The word "Feng" appeared, and the whole ghost-raising pot was shrouded in a golden light, turning into something like illusion. When Pang Feng stretched out his hand, the picture was frozen, the paper talisman began to burn, and the paper talisman after the burning became A thing like a photo.

A picture, a picture in the picture, that picture is the ghost tank that is on the verge of destruction. On the ghost tank, a golden "seal" is clearly visible.

Pang Feng took this photo and looked at it carefully. This is the first time he has used a seal.

"This thing is a bit magical. A thing is turned into a photo and sealed. When the time is right, the photo can be turned into a real thing, and a seal can be made. I can barely master some fairy methods!"