My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 121 Graveyard Rage

Accompanied by the dark wind, a burst of fierce smiles pierced Shang Yanzhou's eardrums:

"I'm Shen Ci, or not, do you think it's important? This skin is just a skin."

"Yeah, a skin is really not important, but how unbearable is a thing that needs a skin to cover itself?"

While talking, Shang Yanzhou pushed the fainted Xiaobai directly behind him by pushing the chair.

Looking directly at the calm face, Shang Yanzhou's palms were slightly sweaty, but he still straightened his spine and stood in front of Xiao Bai.

Pulling out a short pistol from his waist, he stood aloofly, the pitch-black muzzle pointed at the heart of the skin, showing no weakness at all.

Squeezing the trigger neatly, the bullet whizzed past, but was instantly reduced to ashes just a hair away from her heart.

A sarcasm came with the wind:

"Heh, for ordinary things, do you think it's useful for me?"

The sarcasm stopped abruptly, the surrounding wind was blowing, and the sky was full of dust. Those things buried deep in the ground rushed out one after another, with the crackling sound of bones breaking, accompanied by hoarse roars, it was the bondage. Years of carnival finally unleashed.

A feast belonging to this group of predators slowly kicked off under Shen Ci's control.

The ghosts of all walks of life who finally broke free from the shackles began to rush forward frantically when they smelled the breath of strangers.

Fortunately, Shang Yanzhou's merits and virtues are so profound that he can temporarily resist it for a while. Amidst the roars one after another, Shang Yanzhou looked at the woman not far away through the figure that kept rushing up. This feast created by her own hands is full of pride.

Shang Yanzhou could clearly feel that the attacks around him were getting stronger, and the protection on his body was gradually weakening. The gun in his hand was useless against these things. , Time does not allow him to delay any longer!

From his inner shirt, he took out the talisman that Wen Changlang had brought with him at that time. It was stuffed into the pocket of his inner shirt by Wen Changlang as a joke at that time. Now, it was the only way for them to survive!

Opening the folded talisman, Shang Yanzhou raised the talisman with one hand, and held it high in a circle. The ghosts who rushed up from around were instantly bounced off by the spiritual power on the talisman, making a shrill and sharp sound.

Seeing the talisman in his hand, the people watching from a distance suddenly chuckled:

"Unexpectedly, he treats you very well, even giving you these talismans, heh."

Shang Yanzhou bent down and held Xiaobai under his arm with one hand, while holding the talisman, he walked towards the outside of the cemetery, with a cold voice:

"so what."

"Do you think you can escape with a mere talisman?"

……

"A mere talisman can't do it, so let's add my Yin Yang Shop Warm Corridor!"

A huge blade in the form of golden light and spiritual power pressed down on the figure floating in the air, and the majestic spiritual energy surged. It was originally a cemetery where ghosts and wolves were howling, and there was an instant silence, only the whistling wind remained.

Disappearing under the blade in an instant, dodging the sharp blade, the corners of her lips curled up, and said with a sneer:

"Yinyangpu grudge bearer, if you don't save me but want to destroy my body, what kind of grudge bearer are you!"

Flying to the front of Shang Yanzhou out of thin air, Wen Changlang's expression was stern:

"Yinyangpu has taken resentment and expelling ghosts as its mission for generations. Although the soul that is crossed has resentment, it has a clear soul, and you! Even the soul is dirty, what qualifications do you have to be reincarnated as a human being!"

Facing the cold wind, Wen Changlang was calm and confident, his gestures were sealed, and a huge spiritual energy circulated in his hands, gradually majestic, with suffocating oppression.