Chapter 1915

Just when he rushed to tens of meters ago, he suddenly opened his arms and forced to brake his body: "no, there's the smell of ghosts here."

"It's just a ghost. What are so many of us afraid of? I'm afraid that the ghost doesn't dare to come and just avenge Wen Qiang." Pang Haizhi strode out from behind.

Ivan de waved, dozens of people surrounded the room, holding the soul lamp and weapons, ready to rush in at any time.

East pole three son and two white messengers, and other core figures naturally stand leisurely outside, looking at this room.

Mo Guanshan's expression was a little confused, showing a look of uncertainty: "no, no, is this a ghost house?"

Ivan de was stunned, then nodded: "should be it, this one belongs to the ghost area, is it the ghost of this family who took in the woman?"

"It's very likely that this makes sense. The last time eight brothers died in the hands of ghosts."

"But if we offend the ghost house rashly, will it cause a rebound?" Ivander glanced around anxiously. The ghost force in the college is not clear to others, but he knows it very well.

Not only the college, but also many areas in the city. There are more ghosts than the living. That's the member of ghost Council of the East pole family. He is also a ghost.

"They offend us first. Who can deny eight lives?" Dongji Jie's eyes are cold.

For a while, Mo Guanshan, who was silent, suddenly called out: "no, there is more than one ghost in it!"

"No matter one or two, give it to me, catch the woman alive as much as possible, and let her atone for our brother!" Pang Haizhi gave a loud order.

Suddenly someone followed. The elites of the second heaven were not built. Some of them hit the door, some climbed the wall and climbed the window.

Creak!

The door opened in response to the sound, and the two people who hit the door fell in, ouch, ouch, and then fell silent.

The people outside looked at each other, nodded, activated the soul force and rushed in. Seven or eight people rushed in. At the same time, several people turned in from the upstairs and the window.

Then the door slammed and automatically closed, and the window closed at the same time. Only the faint light of the soul lamp could prove that someone had just entered.

One of the white messengers, who had not changed for thousands of years, finally showed a dignified look and looked inside: "he is right. There are more than one ghost in it."

Even if there were twelve people going in, there was still no sound in the room. The dark room was like a huge beast lurking in the dark and swallowed them.

Pang Haizhi looked at the white emissary awkwardly: "Uncle Xing, how many enemies are there?"

"Quite a lot." Xing did not look at the glaring light, but did not expect to come here to move around. He could even encounter a battle that excused him. No matter whether he was a ghost or a evil spirit, if he reached a certain strength, he could kill a soul fire, which was the essence of the memory of the dead.

If you pick up a good memory, you can even make people work less for 10 or 20 years. Quantitative change will also lead to qualitative change.

"Lao Guan, you look here, I'll do it!" Xing Wushu orders the companion beside him.

The other side is also a eager expression, but still nodded, if it is good, it is impossible to eat alone.

"Let them stop and let me do it."

Xing Wushu said to ivande casually. The people in the second heaven were looking at the room in surprise. For a moment, they were not. They were all relieved to hear that.

This room is so terrible that more than a dozen people go in and there is no sound when they don't even have a bubble. The unknown fear is waiting for them in it. They are no better than their companions when they ask themselves. When they first came here, they were scared back to the bottom of their heart.

Xing Wushu strode out. With a big sword in his hand, he cut the door in half. Then he flew through the door and disappeared inside.

Ping Ping!

Inside came a roar, "Lao Guan, come in and help!"

The white emissary outside suddenly moved. His figure flashed. He ran straight through the door and rushed in. Dong Jijun also motioned to ivander. He yelled, "let's go together!"

All of a sudden, everyone started to move. They pushed through the gate like a rainbow. But as soon as they got inside, they had some silly eyes. One by one, they were staring at the sky. The layers of light were just like mountains.

Xing Wushu and Lao Guan, the two most important figures, are being beaten black and blue by a young man. Xing Wushu, the most advanced of them, is covered with blood and pulled out of the wall with his hair.

"Uncle Xing!"

"No way!"

People who witnessed this scene all had three words in their hearts, but not many people cared about the white messenger whose face turned into a flat plate, but they just fell into the abyss and looked at the boy who was a little familiar and strange.

I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you a little

Lin Feng turned around slowly and said hello to the crowd with a smile. At this time, there was something wrong with the situation, so he stepped back secretly, but the door slammed, and the dense ghost blocked the door completely“ You... You are teachers, Professor Gao, Professor He, I'm evand. What's the matter? We have something to say... "Ivander swept a few familiar people from the ghost and immediately called, as if he had found his parents. However, none of the people who called his name paid any attention to him. Lin Feng glanced at him with great interest and said calmly, "you guys, as the price of offending me, I have two choices for you. One is that you can kill these masters of the East pole family and you can survive. The other is that you can fight with him and be a down-to-earth dog leg!" As soon as Lin Feng's words came out, the face of the second heaven suddenly became wonderful. His eyes were on you and me. Most of them fell on the third son of the East pole. If there was not a white emissary to deter these elites of the second heaven, someone would have turned around and wielded a sword this time“ Don't listen to him. He is just splitting us. Don't be fooled! " When Dong Jijun saw that the situation was not right, he cried out in a loud voice. Dong Jijie's face is very blue, and his eyes are constantly scanning his friends. It's obvious that he lacks trust in these people's integrity. Pang Haizhi's lips stammered and he wanted to say something about the scene. However, his mouth opened again and again, but he couldn't say anything. Looking at the ghost several times as many as he had, his heart seemed to be pressing down a mountain. You should know that those who can transform into ghosts must be strong souls above level 3, and any one of them is stronger than any one except the Confessor.