C36 Fist to Break the Illusion Kill the Ghost!
Dong Xiaoyu's entire body shuddered, and countless Low Rank Ghost s in the manor turned to look towards the source of the sound.
"Who are you?" Dong Xiaoyu was startled. She did not expect someone to come here. Since she was unaware, she asked with a gloomy face.
"Haha, so it's Mr Ye. Everyone, come in and have a drink." Qiu Sheng looked at the figure with a hazy and drunken look in his eyes as he invited the other to a drink stall.
Seeing that Qiu Sheng recognized the person, Dong Xiaoyu revealed a charming smile. She looked at Ye Fann, who was hiding his Qi and blood and had yet to be fully released. Dong Xiaoyu could tell that Ye Fann was out of the ordinary.
"Since it's your friend, hurry up and have him come in for a drink." Dong Xiaoyu encouraged Qiu Sheng.
Qiu Sheng stood up with a stagger and invited Ye Fann: "Mr Ye, Brother Ye, this is me …" "Yes, my friend Dong Xiaoyu. Let me introduce you to her."
Ye Fann rolled his eyes, it was not worth it for Ninth Uncle, such a disciple had completely disgraced the Mao Mountain Ancestor.
"Qiu Sheng, you are a dignified Mao Mountain disciple, the disciple of a great master, Taoist Master Lin, yet you don't know that you have been bewitched by a ghost. Ninth Uncle is in mortal danger, yet you are courting death here with a Resentment Ghost.
Ye Fann shouted angrily with a straight face.
Resentment Ghost?
Qiu Sheng was a lot more clear-headed, but he was still a bit confused and annoyed: "Mr Ye, did you get it wrong? How could Xiao Yu be a Resentment Ghost? If you pester me again and throw dirty water on my friend, I'll get angry. "
Dong Xiaoyu walked up to Qiu Sheng and looked at Ye Fann with a smile on her face. She said softly, "Young Master Ye, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I'm the Dong Family's eldest miss. How could I be a Resentment Ghost?"
"A clever tongue!" Ye Fann did not want to get entangled with the other party. He completely released his vital energy and blood and channeled his Nine Yang Genuine Qi.
"Weng Long!"
He took a step forward and threw out a punch, sweeping away the resentment.
The blood vitality of his body was stimulated to the limit, rippling like water.
The Nine Yang Genuine Qi was like a burning fire, all the Yang Qi s around were ignited, as though they were on fire, a golden-red light illuminated the mansion.
"Zi la!"
"Ah …"
Of the Low Rank Ghost s present, there were one after the other that were all scorched and hurriedly dodged.
Dong Xiaoyu was also pushed back more than a dozen meters. Such powerful blood energy and Yang Fire made her body emit white smoke.
"A mere fantasy wants to confuse me!"
Ye Fann let out a cold shout and punched out. His blood and Qi soared to the sky and the air was torn apart.
In the blink of an eye, the mansion formed by the illusion technique began to twist, and the surroundings became unreal.
As Ye Fann practiced martial arts, he imagined the Yang Qi burning under the waves of his blood and Qi like a mirror and breaking like the moon in the water. White smoke billowed and disappeared with the wind.
The brightly lit manor vanished without a trace and was replaced by a dark mountain wilderness.
Qiu Sheng didn't have any delicious food in front of him, only the disgusting thing inside the worm was squirming.
"This... Is this really an illusion? "
They were in ruins, miserable and desolate. There were also countless wild, grassy graves in the mountains.
Qiu Sheng felt goosebumps all over his body. Cold sweat ran down his back and a chill ran up from his feet. His legs turned weak as he staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground.
"It's just a dream, you actually took it for real!"
Ye Fann didn't look at Qiu Sheng with a face full of disdain. "Do you think you're some kind of great scholar, or a young master whose talent surpasses Pan An?" Why would a lady from a noble family invite you here for a drink?
Qiu Sheng opened and closed his mouth, unable to respond.
He smiled awkwardly and really wanted to say, "Old Tie, you're worried!"
Of course, he had to know that to do that.
Right now, he could only feel bitterness filling his heart as the corners of his mouth twitched.
Ye Fann didn't pay any more attention to Qiu Sheng as he stared at Dong Xiaoyu.
Dong Xiaoyu was not weak, as she was a Resentment Ghost with decades of cultivation.
Dong Xiaoyu let out an angry shout and transformed into a white Resentment Ghost. Her originally heavenly beautiful face turned into a mess.
"Brat, you're looking to die. You actually dared to spoil my good plan." Dong Xiaoyu's eyes were spitting fire. She waved her hand and said, "Kill him!"
Although the Low Rank Ghost were afraid of Ye Fann, they were more afraid of Dong Xiaoyu, and they cowered and pounced towards Ye Fann.
Looking at these Low Rank Ghost, Ye Fann laughed coldly: "There is a path to heaven that you guys refuse to take. There is no door to hell yet you all still want to try.
"Weng Long!"
The Qi and blood in his body vibrated, and after a few tearing sounds, he punched out a few times, causing a series of explosions in the air.
Ye Fann suppressed the ghost with his fist. His Qi and blood swept across the Yin Qi. The ground constantly tore as his Qi and blood erupted like the sun. His Dao arts were not the slightest bit weaker than those of cultivators.
[Ding!] Host killed Low Rank Ghost 1, Merit Point + 3]
[Ding!] Host killed Low Rank Ghost 1, Merit Point + 3]
In just an instant, within twenty meters of Ye Fann, any Low Rank Ghost that approached him turned into a bunch of Cyan Smoke and disappeared into the air.
In a short period of time, he killed a total of fifteen Low Rank Ghost s and obtained a total of 45 contribution points.
Ye Fann sighed in his heart. If it wasn't for the lack of time, he would have planned to play a game of cat and mouse with these ghosts!
Attacking the Low Rank Ghost once would grant one contribution point. Killing one of the Low Rank Ghost would give three contribution points.
No matter what, it was a loss to directly kill Low Rank Ghost, and wasn't as slow as fighting ghosts.
