"I will do whatever I want. If you stop me, I will tell you to die!"

Ning Ke'er swung her sword, and a blood mark appeared on her wrist. The sprayed blood solidified from the air and slowly flowed, fusing into a unique formation diagram.

Aunt Qiao San frowned slightly. She, who has been through the world for a long time, naturally knew the origin of this move. "Vampire? The current moves of the Demon Sect are really a bit irrelevant."

Immediately afterwards, it began to slowly shatter from the formation, and a huge crack appeared.

The next second later, the red light was strong, Ning Ke'er spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the crack quickly spread to the entire blood array, shattering like glass, and the red blood mist spread out, and a stream of blood flowed out.

Ning Ke'er reacted. She wanted to pause the use of the magic with fear, but found that her whole body could no longer control her strength. The blood array was crazily devouring her skills and nurturing it.

Suddenly, I heard a strange cry, and a sharp and harsh voice like a crow and owl. "The heaven, earth, sun and moon, the gods shine together, and they are punished and shackled, and they are enlightened. They are trapped in hell, their blood and souls are scattered, and they are lingering in their mouths, and they are suffering from the suffering of their tongues."

"What! You dare to attract such an evil thing!"

A long shadow suddenly stretched out from the blood mist, and directly wrapped around her neck, and a click was made, and the body and head were different.

After everyone saw the shape of the thing, a nausea suddenly surged.

It was an extremely long tongue, blood-red, and wet saliva dripped.

After seeing it for everyone, the tongue suddenly shrank back, extremely flexible.

"Hehehehe, it's fun!"

The sound was as if he was acting out with a loud voice, which made people shudder.

The blood mist slowly dissipated, and only then did I find a little ghost with a body of red, about one meter two in size, holding a pair of iron pliers of the same size, with green face and fangs, and his tongue stretched out from his mouth and hanged on the ground. It looked extremely strange and terrifying.

"The evil ghost of tongue-pulling is one of the eighteen beasts in the Shura Dao." Aunt Qiao San told the origin of this little ghost, looked at Ning Keer with a cold face, and said coldly: "Do you know what price you have to pay for this thing to appear?"

Ning Ke'er had blood on her lips. How could she not know the consequences of summoning the evil ghost of tongue pulling out?

The little ghost known as the evil ghost of tongue-pulling is called, as long as it is called out, it means that it will pull out the tongue of the person who appears with his own hands.

She subconsciously touched her tongue, and her whole body trembled slightly under the inexplicable fear.

In other words, the little ghost will first clamp her tongue with iron pliers, pull it off, and then go to treat those righteous women.

"No! I don't have it! I don't have blood to sacrifice it!" Ning Ke'er shook her head helplessly. Her face was pale, with no trace of blood on her face. "I'm attracting the little ghost of hell, not such a Shura evil ghost."

She subconsciously thought of Cheng Haoxuan on the turtle's back. She was the eldest brother she always loved and would not sit idly by and ignore this situation.

"Senior brother! Save me!"

Ning Ke'er's eyes were tearful, and she crawled and ran, rushing towards the turtle's back. But when she was about to reach the turtle's back, she suddenly felt countless pressure on her body. She looked at her senior brother incredibly.

"Why...the realm of the divine turtle..."

Cheng Haoxuan had an indifferent attitude, and he looked like a cold look that Ning Keer had never seen before.

No, she seemed to have seen this senior brother look at the dead when he was looking at the dead.

"Junior sister, if a person does something, he will bear the consequences."

As Ning Ke'er fell from the air, her body fell on the ground, making a muffled sound of bone shattering, and her whole body fell from such a high place, but she could not activate her skills.

This fall has already crushed her to pieces.

She could no longer escape, and could only see the evil ghost pulling the tongue dragging the iron pliers and walking one by one to her face.

With one foot on her tightly closed teeth, she could only watch her tongue being dragged out inch by little.

Why, why did it become like this...

Senior sister, come and save me.

~

Cheng Haoxuan was calm inside. This scene was the direction he had planned. To be honest, Ning Ke'er appeared in the mystery array, which somewhat disrupted his plan to capture the Bai sisters.

But now, since God has given him a chess piece, it is not very similar to his style without using it.

He was childhood sweetheart with Ning Keer, so he naturally knew the background of this junior sister. He knew the origin of the blood ghost technique. He rarely dabbled in the Eighteen Eight Eight Eight Evil Ghosts of Shura Dao, known as the forbidden technique.

That's why he tampered with her treasure, and the formation on the sword was replaced with forbidden art.

It’s a pity that Ning Keer’s cultivation is too low, which can only lead to the evil ghost who pulled the tongue out of the first purgatory. If it is a deeper evil ghost, there is no suspense in this battle, and he can also enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

"In autumn, I climbed the Red Tower and suddenly saw the river rising thousands of feet."

A sound that seemed to be a reciting poem, the huge black pen had already drawn a landscape painting in the air, which seemed to depict a poet climbing a tall building by the river at the sunset, witnessing the high waves rising from the rise of the tide and amazement.

After a stroke was finalized, the black waves of rivers in the painting gushed out, and in an instant, the surging rivers appeared from a painting, directly rushing out the red ghost who was fully focused on his tongue.

"Young Master Liu, take that woman away."

Qiao Jingru's tender and tender left hand slowly took off the hat, revealing her peerless face, walked forward step by step, and stopped in front of the little ghost.

Liu Ruohuan was a little surprised. The two women fought just now. He thought Qiao Jingrou would sit idly and let Ning Ke'er die, but she didn't expect that she would actually save the other party.

He was obedient and hugged Ning Ke'er who was unable to move on the ground, found a little farther away, and sat down.

"Although I don't want to be a person from the Demon Cult, I hate men who abandon women even more."

Qiao Jingrou looked up at Cheng Haoxuan on the turtle's back and asked, "If the little girl guessed well, all this was done by the young master, right?"

"What the girl is saying, Cheng is frightened and can't understand a word." Cheng Haoxuan showed his white teeth and put on a scrupulous look. "If Miss Qiao wants to say something, why not solve the person in front of you first, you may not know much."

When he said this, a strange curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If the beasts in the evil ghost realm of Shura cannot get what they want, they will be entangled by them for the rest of their lives, captured in the hell of eternal life, and tortured to death. And this evil ghost will pull your tongue over and over again until your soul is scattered."
Chapter completed!