1173. Chapter 1173 Lanling Ghost King VS Talented Female Monk (5)

"This is?" The look of the tall and thin man who was still proud before changed instantly.

If they still can't see that this was done on purpose, the three of them would have spent so many years cultivating the Dao in vain.

The pale man who had been silent for a while, dressed as a scribe with a blue scarf on his head, turned his hand and offered a bronze gossip mirror.

He threw the gossip mirror over his head, and the gossip mirror flashed with golden light, illuminating the situation within two meters.

Obviously, this is a good magic weapon.

Seeing the surrounding situation, the slightly fat Taoist felt relieved a lot, and his words returned to the previous neatness: "Brother Zhang's Bagua Mirror is indeed a top-level magic weapon, with Brother Zhang here, why should we be afraid of those ghosts? …”

Before he could finish speaking, the surrounding yin wind suddenly blew more violently, and there was even a trace of weeping and mourning in the yin wind.

In such a situation, it is even more intimidating.

The gossip mirror in the mid-air also seemed to be unable to withstand the unknown power, and began to sway.

"Not good!" The middle-aged scribe's expression changed, and he quickly took out a few spells from his arms, bit his middle finger, and chanted words in his mouth, bursts of golden light rushed towards the gossip mirror with his spell, trying to stabilize Live in that gossip mirror.

However it was of no use.

In the growing yin wind, the Eight Trigrams Mirror is like a small boat in the waves of the sea, and it is in danger of overturning at any time.

The middle-aged scribe's already pale complexion was even more pale to the point where there was no trace of blood.

"You two help me!" he whispered.

The two around him also seemed to feel the power of the opponent.

When the three of them came to Lanling, they heard from some comrades that there is a master in this area, and the ghosts and monsters here are not very evil. Let them be careful and avoid this place.

However, the three of them believed in their ability to be strong, and within a few days of coming to Lanling, they subdued a few ghosts of average strength, and they became a little arrogant, thinking that the previous people were just exaggerating.

But after they really encountered the things in front of them, the three people realized that the previous ones were just their own self-righteousness.

There seems to be a female voice in the dark wind: "The three of you... why did you come to my cave, to see me... living alone for many years, are you lonely?"

At the same time, the gossip mirror in the mid-air seemed to finally be overwhelmed. After swaying a few times, it finally made a crisp cracking sound and fell to the ground tremblingly.

The magical instrument was connected with the master's mind, and the middle-aged scribe spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, his face was like golden paper, and he was obviously badly injured.

Without the gossip mirror, darkness has returned to the surroundings.

At this time, the three people really realized the fear.

They have lost a powerful magic weapon and injured one person, but they don't even understand what the other party is.

The lanky Taoist priest suddenly became a little excited. He pulled out his sword and suddenly slashed into the thick fog, scolding angrily: "Where are the ghosts and monsters, pretending to be ghosts! If you have the ability, let's come face to face!"

"Crack!" A branch of a leaf sticking out from nowhere gave him a hard twitch on his face.

In an instant, half of the thin and tall Taoist priest's face swelled up.

He swept his long sword in that direction, only to realize that it was just an ordinary branch.

The slender Taoist priest didn't dare to speak again.