Super Wizard

A red car roof, a hand extended from the car, although Fang Ming noticed something wrong at the last minute, a yin gas made his goose bumps all over his body, and it was the first time he reacted and jumped off the car.

However, the black hand still caught his back.

puff!

Being shot by the black hand, Fang Ming had blood in his mouth that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, rolled over three times in the air, and stumbled for a few steps when he landed on the ground before he stood firm.

"Good means!"

Fang Ming looked back at the red sedan chair. The other party was really deliberately attracting him to be fooled.

Please enter the sedan chair, and the existence of the ghost boy, let Fang Ming also be an empty sedan chair, in order to take Ling Yao away, he didn't even think there was anyone in this sedan chair.

"what!"

The people in the sedan also made a horrible noise, obviously a little surprised that Fang Ming was only slightly injured.

"Get off the car."

The eight bearers heard the instructions of the people in the sedan and dropped the sedan to the ground smoothly. The curtain was opened and an old man stepped out of it.

"You are Lingfeng's person? It seems that Lingfeng has already chosen to cooperate with other forces, and he will regret his choice."

In the eyes of the old man and Uncle Bo, they both think that the appearance of Fang Ming has something to do with Ling Yao’s father Ling Feng. Ling Feng was sent to protect Ling Yao, and he never thought that Fang Ming would appear here simply because of Ling Yao's sake and his own curiosity.

"I don't regret it, I don't know, but I believe you will regret it."

Fang Ming stared at the old man, judging from the other party's style of refining the **** face of the boy, it was definitely not a decent style. How could the seed of a wizard fall on the hands of such a person, not to mention the revenge of this palm.

"Young people are clever and only hope that your strength is the same as your eloquence."

The old man snorted coldly and looked at the blood-faced ghost boy who fell to the ground, his heart was also full of anger. This blood-faced ghost boy spent his hard work for more than ten years before refining success. The people in the practice world usually saw him The **** boy in the **** face must change color, but now it has been abolished, which makes him angry.

"Try it and you will know."

Fang Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the star of the body began to rotate, and the power of the wizard circulated throughout the body.

"Of course, the old man will try."

A bell appeared in the old man's hand, a blood-red bell, and the most weird thing was that the bell was not a metal pill, but a tongue.

"Hook the soul bell?"

Fang Ming's eyes narrowed. At this moment, his heart was even more murderous to the old man. If the blood-faced soul-killing boy is cruel enough, then the means of refining the spirit-hook bell would be even more bloody.

The soul-hooking bell is to put the bell into the mouth of the person, and then let the experimenter constantly strike the bell with the tongue. If the tongue strikes the bell to make a sound, then the tongue is effective.

But this is not enough. Next, we need to pour hot water into the mouth of the experimenter, scald his tongue and bleed, and then immediately insert ice cubes. After repeated operations, the experimenter can’t imagine the pain until The blood from the tip of the experimenter finally fell on the bell, and the whole bell was stained red to be successful.

The tip of a person's tongue is a place full of yang. If some people are hit by a ghost or encounter a ghost covering their eyes, biting the tip of their tongue will cause a sudden rise in the yang, so that the soul will not be confused.

Fang Ming was once instructed by his master, that is, there are cultivators who meet the blood-faced ghost boy and soul bell, if they can be beheaded, don't show mercy, this kind of person has already wiped out humanity.

"A bell rings, three souls sense, and seven souls sway!"

The old man shook the bell in his hand, and a clear bell sounded from the bell. This sound was extremely clear and sweet. However, the more beautiful and deceptive, the greater the confusion, because it was directly transmitted to the soul.

Although the bell of the old man's bell was mainly directed at Fang Ming, Ling Yao standing behind Fang Ming only heard a ray of bell, and the whole expression began to become dull.

"wake up."

Fang Ming sipped softly, but the voice was not heavy, but she fell into Ling Yao's ear with a thunder and instantly awakened her from a sluggish state.

Buddhism has a head-to-head drink, which can make people suddenly wake up, and Fang Ming also has a vocal spell in the wizard's inheritance. This sound has the same effect as Buddhism's head-to-head drinking, all of which are direct to the soul.

"The bell rings twice, the three souls come out, and the seven souls are separated."

The old man shook the bell again, but this time the ringtone was more rapid than before, and Ling Yao's face instantly turned pale.

"The bell rings three times, leaving the soul and returning quickly."

Fang Ming's eyes became dignified. Under the influence of the soul-hugging bell, even his soul was a little unstable. If he went on like this, he would have no way to cast his spells.

"Under my soul-hook bells, even the powerful at the ground level will not dare to care, not to mention that you kid, the soul is unstable, even if you have any powerful spells, you can't show it."

For the cultivator, the technique borrows the power of heaven and earth, but there is a prerequisite that the spirit of the **** must be stable, and the spirit of the **** is not stable. How to sense the power of heaven and earth, let alone mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

Fang Ming glanced at the old man and didn't speak. At the moment, his mind began to slowly emerge out of the scene he had imagined when he saw the longevity flower.

Longevity visualizing flowers, born to be the secret treasure to cultivate the soul, as Fang Ming fell into the state of visualization, his soul began to slowly stabilize.

"Spirit, come back quickly!"

The old man saw that Fang Ming was still, and there was something strange in his eyes. The bell on his hand was also shaking. Of course, even his old face was struggling to the back. Shaking the hook bell for his own soul It also requires a lot of losses.

In Fang Ming's mind, there was a longevity imagination flower, and immediately afterwards, a pagoda began to appear slowly. This pagoda was not the pagoda condensed by the longevity imagination flower, but Fang Ming was in It was simulated in my mind based on my memory.

However, no matter how Fang Ming simulates, when the final pagoda is formed, there is only one layer. No matter the scale or appearance, it can not be compared with the real pagoda.

Even so, the moment the pagoda was formed in Fang Ming's mind, the old man on the opposite face was instantly bloodless, and the bell in his hand broke into two halves at that moment and fell to the ground.

puff!

A mouthful of blood squirted out of the old man's mouth. Compared to Fang Ming's previous injury, the old man was obviously heavier this time, and the whole expression was extremely weak.

"This...it's impossible, how could your soul be so powerful, and you can take the initiative to fight back."

The old man looked at Fang Ming just as he looked at the monster. The spirits counterattacked, even the ground-level strongman may not be able to do it. Those who can do this step are the top masters in the cultivation world.

He couldn't believe that he was killed. The Fang Ming in front of him is the top-notch existence in the cultivation world.

Fang Ming felt the shocked gaze of the old man, and he said nothing, but actually he was a little shocked at the moment. He knew the power of the wicked bell, but he only simulated the pagoda he saw in his mind. On the first floor, and the scale and momentum are less than one tenth of the original tower, it can make the other party suffer backlashes, which makes Fang Ming more curious about the origin of the pagoda.

This pagoda is definitely a great treasure.

But now is not the time to think about the origin of the pagoda. Fang Ming still understands the truth that he is ill. He is obviously good at the spirit of hooking. At the moment, he is taking advantage of the spirit of the other party to be bitter. This is a great opportunity to shoot.

The power of the wizard was condensed in the palm of the hand, and Fang Ming came to the old man in a few steps, and at the same time, he swung his palm.

boom!

The old man's body flew out, directly knocking over the back sedan, and the eight bearers also stumbled, but then they stood there straight and straight.

Click!

Fang Ming kicked on the old man's chest, directly making the old man squirt blood again, his face pale as paper, but even so, Fang Ming still didn't mean to close.

"I don't think I need to say more, just explain everything about you."

Fang Ming looked down at the old man, his lips moved, his eyes full of hatred.

boom!

Without any hesitation, Fang Ming stepped on the right foot with more force, and the old man's eyes seemed to protrude at this moment, and the blue muscles on the entire old face skyrocketed.

"Don't test my patience."

"I won't tell you anything."

The old man's body shuddered suddenly, but after a few seconds, the tremor stopped. The whole body began to move. Only a pair of eyes stared at Fang Ming. He seemed to imprint Fang Ming's appearance in his soul.

"Suicide, it's still a bit of a bone."

Fang Ming pouted, he didn't feel sorry for the old man's death, but then he crouched down and reached into the man's chest, and took a photo from there.

When he stepped on the old man’s chest before, he noticed something in the old man’s chest, but when he saw a photo, he had doubts on his face. A photo would be worth hiding for the other person. With?

The photo is yellow, but there are seven men in this photo. Fang Ming can vaguely recognize that the second on the left is the old man, and the first on the left should be Uncle Bo.

"Huh, my dad is also in this picture?"

Ling Yao didn't know when she came to Fang Ming. When she saw the photo, she had a surprised look on her face.

"Which is your dad?"

"The second one on the right is my dad. Strangely, why did my dad wear a scarf? He hated scarves the most in his life."

Fang Ming heard Ling Yao’s words and looked at the second man on the right side of the photo. It was a young man in his thirties. Perhaps because of the wind and sand, his eyes narrowed slightly and his neck was surrounded by a line Aqua blue scarf.

However, the man who was most interested in Fang Ming was the man among the seven. I didn't know why he had a very familiar feeling when he saw this man.