"How could this be?"

Tu Shanjun's chopped palm was also blocked, and the black and red blood dripped on it and was evaporated in the blink of an eye. Instead, the ghost's arms bound by the inscription formed a seal and stamped it fiercely.

The cold came, and Tushanjun's expression changed in shock.

His toes hit the bottom and he stepped back sharply.

The moment the black shadows intertwined, the figure had already fallen several feet away.

The rolling chain clanked, and the ghost under the patio grinned. With a clang, the chain with the flashing inscription straightened, and the fat woman stretched out her slender scarlet tongue and licked the blood on her finger.

Her eyes were as charming as silk, and she stared at Tushanjun with burning eyes.

Tu Shanjun felt the burning pain, and immediately looked down. A sizzling red scar appeared on his chest, and his flesh and blood were rolled and scorched black.

He frowned and then stared at the ghost body protected by the inscription.

His golden elixir ghost body is more powerful than ordinary monks, and his skin was torn apart by the opponent's claws. Although Tu Shanjun did not want to consume more of Ding Xie's mana, he did not use the body protection method, but he was able to do this. , which is enough to illustrate the horror of this ghost.

And the most important thing is that the chains that pull the ghost are more like putting on a layer of armor for him, even the magic weapon is forced to withdraw.

Their attacks can't do anything to this thing.

The remaining two people obviously also discovered this problem.

The two chains that passed down the ghost's pipa bone were not only restrictions, but also a layer of protection. Most of their spells and seals were blocked by the chains, but the two-faced ghost could attack without any care. Instead, you will be seriously injured.

"Unlock the chains?" Ding Xie looked at the ancestor of the Ding family and said in a deep voice.

The ancestor of the Ding family pondered and then said: "This monster's strength is terrifying. If the chains are unchained and completely released, we may not be his opponents."

"The formation talisman formed by these two chains provides him with protection. If it is not released, it cannot be killed."

Ding Xie looked at Tu Shanjun and heard a message coming, seemingly seeking Tu Shanjun's opinion.

Tu Shanjun also understood after hearing this that Ding Xie wanted to take out the Soul Banner and let the other Jindan Yin Shen in the soul banner reveal the truth.

"Don't be busy yet." Tu Shanjun felt that it was not necessarily necessary. His strength had not been fully demonstrated, and it could not be measured simply by his level. Since he had enough cards in his hand, he might as well untie the chains and give it a try.

"Fellow Taoist, you can give it a try."

After hearing the sound, the ancestor of the Ding family immediately looked at Tu Shanjun, his eyes full of solemnity: "Since Fellow Daoist Li is confident, let's give it a try."

"Sambo, please withdraw first. You will not be able to interfere in the next battle."

Ding Xie was also self-aware, so he turned around and left without saying anything.

He only needs mana support, but if that doesn't work, there is a golden elixir and Yin God in the soul flag to help him.

The ancestor of the Ding family burned incense again, and after three bows he said loudly:

"The unfilial son Ding Chuanli will unblock the family today to suppress ghosts."

"Imperial Seal!"

The thumb, middle finger, and ring finger are curled up in the palm of the hand.

A ball of spiritual light condensed between the two raised fingers, and it shot towards the faint cave blocked by the spiritual position.

"Bang bang."

It made a trembling sound like a machine lock being opened.

The eyes of the two-faced ghost under the patio were filled with joy, and both men and women raised their heads and roared crazily.

Four arms crossed on his shoulder blades.

The phalanges dig into the bone.

"Roar!"

A long roar was heard, mixed with pain, excitement and fierce roars.

It's like a big demon or ghost that has been sealed off for a long time is about to gain the ecstasy of new life.

The inscriptions on the two chains faded, and finally seemed to have turned into ordinary iron.

Stab!!

Flesh and blood crumbled.

The shoulder blade was completely torn off by him.

Two clicks.

The wriggling rotten flesh fell to the ground, and two arms connected to the bones also fell.

But the ghost didn't have any pain on its face, instead it was excited and roaring with joy.

The color of the wind and clouds in the sky changed, and even the originally lazy spiritual energy became restless.

The flesh and blood squirmed, and the ghost's arms grew rapidly.

At this moment, he was no longer stooped.

He straightened his tall body.

Scarlet eyes looked down condescendingly, and the terrifying aura was like a surging wave crashing against the rocks on the shore.

Demons and ghosts under the moon, great demons in the mist.
Chapter completed!