Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing heard the crisp sound of bones breaking, and turned his head to see that Sun Miaomiao's head was twisted behind him, and the flesh on his neck was torn due to insufficient toughness, and large streams of blood flowed out.

Blood and tears flowed from her eyes, and her expression froze on her face.

The Taoist robe lost control of its master and fell lightly.

In Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision, a resentful spirit wearing a black robe and disheveled hair possessed Sun Miaomiao, severely wounding her in the simplest and most efficient way.

"Kacha Kacha."

Sun Miaomiao's knees and elbows twisted into twists one after another.

But Zhao Chenghuang and the teammates behind him were still in dizziness, and no one could save her.

"Miaomiao..." Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed drastically.

Fuck, illusionist wraith! He swears, the darkness in his eyes reappears, he puts his hands around Sun Miaomiao's neck, and grabs the wraith inside.

Because of the pure yang body wash and body protection, he suffered the least damage, and the dizziness caused was also very slight, and he returned to normal almost instantly.

So we can help.

As soon as he touched the resentful spirit in Sun Miaomiao's body, Zhang Yuanqing realized that it was a high-ranked resentful spirit at the pinnacle of a saint, with a whole bar of experience points higher than him.

Feeling the oppression from the star officials of the same level, the spiritual power of the resentful spirit swelled, and it was time to cast another mental blow.

But the enchanting and glamorous Yi Chuanmei floated above Zhang Yuanqing's head, and deep vortexes rippling in his pupils.

dreamland!

The resistance of the resentful spirit in Sun Miaomiao's body became weaker and weaker, and gradually entered the dreamland.

Seizing the opportunity created by Yi Chuanmei, Zhang Yuanqing gathered a faint golden light in his palm and pulled it out with all his strength.

The wraith with disheveled hair and black robe was pulled out.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light condensed into a weak, slender spear, and threw it at the wraith.

"chi chi~"

The golden light pierced through the illusory body of the wraith, and a large puff of green smoke rose.

"Ikawami!"

After throwing the spear, Zhang Yuanqing shouted immediately.

Yi Chuanmei and her master were connected with each other, and without hesitation, she raised her snow-white neck and launched a mental attack on the resentful spirit.

In the next second, the scream of the resentful spirit rang out, and then stopped abruptly. It hugged its head and howled in pain.

At this time, Zhao Chenghuang recovered from the mental blow, without saying a word, grabbed a stack of magic seals from the inventory, and shook his hand to throw it out.

The spirit-sealing talisman shot out and was absorbed on the wraith's body, like a red-hot iron hitting a snowman, raising a lot of black smoke.

Guan Ya rushed out from behind the two, swift as a swimming dragon, leaped high, and slashed at the wraith spirit!

The evil spirit of the swordsman has a high lethality to the wraith, and her insight technique can vaguely sense the location of the wraith.

After being attacked one after another, the aura of the wraith declined sharply, falling from the peak of the sixth level to the early stage of the sixth level. It rushed up and fled towards the towering cliff while screaming ear-piercingly. JrNovels.com