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The two ghosts struggled to escape, but were still defeated by Wen Yanke's two spells.

It's just that among these ghosts, there is still no sign of Zou Ping.

Xu Shi was frightened by Wen Yanke's terrified outburst just now, the remaining three ghosts slowed down, and finally stopped in place to observe whether Wen Yanke still had the strength to fight back.

There are still three Yin Souls left, but only one of the Five Thunder Talismans left.

If he wanted to escape from here with his senior brother, he could only use the only remaining talisman on Zou Ping who was hiding in the three ghosts.

Wen Yanke lowered her eyelids, her nerves were already numb from the pain. Compared with ordinary people, monks are not painless, but their five senses are tens of times more acute, and their pain is more sharp. It's just that they can be repaired with spiritual energy as soon as possible after the injury.

But at this time, his aura was almost exhausted, and he would not use it to repair the wound if it was not enough.

There were bursts of cold sweat on his back, all due to the stimulation of the pain, his nerves have not yet passed out, but his eyes are drooping, pale and thin like a piece of white paper, in the eyes of others and ghosts, he is already at the end of his battle.

At this moment, he felt a warm current coming from his fingertips, which melted his paralyzed body like ice and snow, and relieved him a little.

When he looked over, he realized that it was Wu Tang's hand resting on his fingertips, sending spiritual energy towards him.

Wu Tang's face was as pale as paper, the tip of his nose and eye sockets were still red, and the eyes that looked at him were as frightened as a bird that lost its parent.

That was worrying about him, even when he lost his mind and threatened his brother with those two dragon eggs, he didn't see him lose his mind like this.

The position he occupies in the heart of the senior brother is indeed the most important one.

Knowing that his thoughts are despicable, cowardly and hopeless.

But so humble, but he tasted the sweetness from it.

Sweet and astringent, the corners of the lips raised uncontrollably.

The shackles that had been suffocating in his chest for a long time made him feel as if he was suffocating and dying, and the shackles that were a hundred times more painful than his arm injuries were finally loosened, but it was not caused by aura.

Wen Yanke pulled Wu Tang's hand away, her eyes lingering greedily on Wu Tang's face, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance in her heart and bring him to hell.

He obviously wanted to see more senior brothers worrying about him, but he couldn't bear to see him panicked all the time.

Just like just now, when he heard his senior brother exclaiming behind him, even though he wanted to delay for a while, he still couldn't help but move his hand at the ghost in advance.

"Don't worry..." Wen Yanke sent a voice transmission to Wu Tang.

What Wu Tang passed on to Wen Yanke was only the aura that had been searched out, and after being pulled away in one go, the aura was completely gone before being passed on to him.

The actions of the two fell into the eyes of the remaining three ghosts, which confirmed that they were at the end of their battles.

The three ghosts moved in unison, walking towards them from all corners of the room.

All three were former senior brothers, and the expressions on their faces were full of illusory hatred. They couldn't tell the difference, let alone tell which one was Zou Ping.

The ghosts still had a human side, but at this moment Zou Ping didn't seem to be strictly controlling their every move.Therefore, in front of Wen Yanke, he still showed human hesitation.

After all, although Wen Yanke looked miserable, she still sat upright with her back extremely straight.

Their approaching figures were reflected in Wu Tang's eyes, the pupils constricted, almost desperate.

There is only one talisman left, three ghosts, one hit - the possibility of surviving with the junior is only [-]%.

He wanted to at least stand in front of Wen Yanke, and at least take a gamble before he died. He wanted to take out the last remaining Five Thunder Talisman from Wen Yanke's arms.

But as soon as he moved, Wen Yanke saw his intention.

Wu Tang was stopped by Broken Arm again.

Wu Tang couldn't bear to touch the bloody severed arm, but with a daze, the three ghosts had already rushed over.

But Wu Tang's hand had already reached into Wen Yanke's arms, but found nothing. Where the talisman paper was originally placed, only Wen Yanke's warm body temperature remained.

Wu Tang fell into an ice cave, could it be that he miscalculated the number and even used up the last talisman paper?

Wu Tang looked at Wen Yanke in a trance, and saw that there were already two ghosts in front of him sucking his soul energy, the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing a mouthful of messy and white teeth. Or on the calm face, these two seemingly sharp teeth are like the mouth of a crocodile, giving people a great sense of contrast and shock.

Wen Yanke's face was almost ashen, and he had been absorbing soul energy for a short time, making him look dead right now.

Except for a pair of eyes that are still bright, like stars shining in the dark night, staring at Wu Tang without blinking, there still seems to be a smile on the corners of his lips.

Seeing this smile, Wu Tang felt anxious, and she wanted to cut a hole in her body, and be sucked clean together with Wen Yanke.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast over his head.

Thinking about it, he knew it was another ghost, so Wu Tang didn't look at it, and didn't want to struggle anymore.

There was even a stench from the tip of the nose, which should be the reason why the ghost bent down towards him with its mouth wide open.

Wu Tang's gaze stayed on Wen Yanke all the time, his eyes never blinking.

However, just when the stench from the tip of the nose became more intense, Wen Yanke, who was sitting upright and smiling at him just now, suddenly stood up, and stretched out her left hand, which was still intact but had been hidden in the sleeve, and the fingertips flickered to reveal the gap between the fingers Runes in the paper.

Wu Tang kept staring at Wen Yanke's movements, his eyes widened in astonishment, not knowing when he hid the talisman in his palm.

Wen Yanke moved neatly, without any muddle in the water, and directly stuffed the spell in her hand into the ghost's wide lips in front of Wu Tang.

Wu Tang followed Wen Yanke's hand to Yinhun's body in front of him. It opened its mouth too wide, and it was effortless to stuff it in.

Suddenly a white light flashed, and the ghost in front of Wutang screamed, the sound made people's eardrums ache a little.

Accompanied by the screams, the ghost flew apart in an instant, and a phantom popped out from the back of his head, and was blown away by the Five Thunder Talisman.

However, before the phantom fell to the ground, Wen Yanke, who was weak and unable to move, quickly picked up the broken sword from the ground, and pulled a sword flower in the air, like a light hitting - the hilt sank into the dantian, and the broken sword straightened Straight through the phantom life gate.