Update time:2013-05-23

The rainbow was divided into seven colors, dazzling and dazzling. As it passed through the sky, it stirred up a gust of wind, with dark red water droplets splashing faintly.

Suddenly, a bird-like black shadow flew past in the sky. It hit the rainbow light, and jets of dazzling light spewed out from under it. The rainbow light shattered into pieces, with colorful splashes. For a moment, colorful lights were flying all over the sky.

Everything within a few hundred meters was illuminated by colorful lights and became psychedelic.

In the broken rainbow light, a blood-red light suddenly flew out, like lightning, hitting the bird-shaped shadow flying towards the head.

The bird-like shadow exploded with a bang.

The shock wave of the explosion propped up an oval-shaped light shield in the night sky, covering the night sky for thousands of meters. A faint word "forbidden" loomed above the light shield.

The rainbow light hit the light shield, making a muffled sound. The light shield rippled slowly like water waves thrown into stones. The word "forbidden" appeared and disappeared, and sometimes a few strokes were missing.

But the photomask did not collapse after all, firmly blocking the rainbow's path.

A shrill roar came out of the rainbow light, full of resentment and unwillingness. The rainbow light immediately turned around and flew quickly along the bottom of the mask, trying to bypass the mask blocking the way.

Hundreds of meteor-like rays of light soared from all directions, shooting directly at Hongguang's head, criss-crossing, forming a large net, and the bag head was hooded towards Hongguang's head.

In the rainbow light, there was another sharp roar, one turned into seven, each color was divided into a separate brilliance, flying rapidly in all directions, but they collided with the starlight net coming from the head one after another.

There was a dull rumbling sound, and light rain filled the sky. The big net was broken again and again, and it was tenaciously re-knotted again and again, firmly trapping the colorful brilliance that fled in all directions.

The seven unique rays of brilliance were struggling like trapped animals, screaming one after another, each one shriller than the last, making people feel horrified involuntarily.

"The Soul-Breaking Technique! I didn't expect that there is a mage with such ability in the world." Pan Hanyi praised, took the sword box from his back, put it on the ground in front of him, and slowly pulled out his giant sword from it.

"What are you doing?" Yong Bowen was very dissatisfied. This guy didn't allow him to participate in the battle, but as soon as he saw the master, he immediately drew his sword and planned to go up and kill him. This was too much.

Pan Hanyi pressed his sword and raised his head: "How many people don't have the courage to destroy their souls even in a life-or-death situation. Such an opponent deserves respect. I want to go up and learn from him personally!"

"But you are leaving, who will protect me? The troops are in chaos now. If someone comes to attack me, you will be derelict in your duty." Yong Bowen was not worried about someone making a secret attack, but looked at Pan Hanyi

I felt dissatisfied with the idea of ​​taking action myself, and with the idea of ​​harming others and not benefiting myself if I couldn't get it, I vigorously prevented Pan Hanyi from going up to join the battle.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yong. I'll come as soon as I go. You don't have to worry about your safety. There is a team of people ambushing you next to you. If any cat or dog dares to jump out, I promise to kill him to pieces immediately. Just let him go."

Ten thousand hearts! That person above must be the core of the target. I’ll go up and have a look, and try to capture him alive so that it can be easier for you!”

As Pan Hanyi spoke, he swung the giant sword in his hand, and the sword's blade burst into light. One person and one sword suddenly rose into the air. It looked as if the giant sword was flying with Pan Hanyi.

This is exactly the case.

The Guangyang Sect is not proficient in flying spells. Although they also have some skills to fly with swords, they cannot be used in combat when flying with swords, and they cannot fly with swords in combat. However, Pan Han has mastered the art of Yi, and over the years he has mastered it.

But he figured it out

This is the first time he has used the method of fighting each other with swords in aerial combat. After returning to the human world, this is the first time he has used it. In front of his boss and the person he is the key protector of, he has used all his skills to make sure that Yong Da

The boss left a very deep impression.

Pan Hanyi flew up, and his body was soon covered by the dazzling shining sword light. Looking up from the ground, he saw a streak of brilliance suddenly rising up, instantly inserting into the starlight net, and only flashed.

With one turn, the seven colored lights and cyan rainbow were cut into two pieces on the spot, and a scream was heard in the sky. Blood rain flew, the light turned again, and then the yellow light rainbow was cut, and there was a scream.

"It's so cruel!" Yong Bowen shook his head repeatedly and was sighing when he suddenly heard someone behind him call out in a low voice, "Yong Bowen!"

The sound was actually right at the back of the neck. As the sound sounded, one could feel a burst of hot and humid air blowing on the back of the neck, causing goosebumps.

Yong Bowen was horrified and without thinking, he raised a Five Thunder Talisman and stuck it back with his backhand.

But it was left blank.

There seemed to be no one behind him.

"Yong Bowen!"

The voice sounded again, still close to the back of the neck. As the voice sounded, a burst of warm air blew up.

I guess the person behind it was not so kind as to remind Yong Bowen of his existence. He kept calling out one after another. I wonder if there was any powerful magic waiting for Yong Bowen. As far as Yong Bowen knew, there were many

This spell is cast in this way, as long as the called person

If you agree, you will be killed by subsequent spells. The most famous of these named spells or magic weapons is naturally the pair of hard-working Golden Horn and Silver Horn kings in Journey to the West.

It's a magic weapon. As long as you dare to agree when your name is called, even Monkey King can pretend to be it.

As a mage, Yong Bowen knew how powerful it was. When he heard the voice summoning him, he didn't even look back. He recited the Five Thunder Protective Curse directly, gritted his teeth and patted his body, and saw the lightning flashing and crackling.

Amidst the soft sound, Master Yongda was so shocked by his own magic that his face was scorched black and gray.

This blow had an effect, and Yong Bowen heard something scream at the back of his neck. It squirmed and suddenly rose into the air, flying from Yong Bowen's neck.

How could Yong Bowen let this thing escape? He mastered the magic formula for subduing demons and slapped his own neck with his backhand. It made a loud and clear sound like swatting a fly or mosquito, and he immediately hit something.

This thing was wet and slippery, like a short snake, struggling under Yong Bowen's palm.

Yong Bowen pinched the thing and pulled his hand back in front of his eyes. When he saw what he had grasped clearly, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The thing in my hand looks like a caterpillar, with a plump, round and rolling body, like a large caterpillar, but the bottom is densely covered with long centipede-like legs, and there are two weird tentacles where the head should be, without eyes or tentacles.

A big gash opened underneath.

Damn it, how could it be this thing!

"Ghost Gu!"

Yong Bowen couldn't help but exclaimed!

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Okay, the following paragraph is what I want to say to the readers.

I swear to love Tuzki, I have never read any of the real supernatural things you mentioned, and I have never heard of such a book, but I can be sure that the book Rent a Ghost Company has been officially published in October 2009.

Since uploading, every word has been typed out by me carefully, and every paragraph has been carefully conceived by me. There should be no plagiarism or copying. The only ones that quote other people's ideas are borrowed ones.

Ma Boyong’s genius idea about the gelbhalstch monastery is also marked in the article. If you think that the story I wrote is plagiarized from other novels, please provide evidence. Otherwise, please don’t accuse me with empty words.
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