There seemed to be a faint sound, which was blown away by the wind in an instant. Wu Rong didn't pay attention, all his attention was on the children, and his nerves were tense. The opponent has special abilities, which are different from ordinary ghost raisers and celestial masters. The words he said seemed to have a special magical power, Wu Rong had an ominous premonition just after one move, and this man was extremely difficult to deal with.

Don't let him speak again!

A stern light flashed in Wu Rong's eyes, and he made the first move! The hundred-headed ghosts that had just been eaten from the soul-absorbing banner happened to be used as waste, and the canyon instantly became smoky, and the howling of ghosts and wolves could be heard endlessly. Such a strong yin and ghost energy caused the talisman array to shine brightly, and the crimson talisman flames burned, and the canyon suddenly fell into chaos.

This is exactly what Wu Rong wanted!

The child stood on the talisman rope, facing the many ghosts crowded in all directions, his body was even colder. The black robe completely covered his figure and appearance, making it impossible to see his expression clearly. He untied a palm-sized copper bell from his waist, and a faint scent of incense ash permeated the air. It is the thick smell of incense ash that can often be smelled in temples and Taoist temples.

Boom—boom—boom—

The copper bell swayed, but the sound of such a small bell was thick and distant, with constant echoes, as if it was ringing a bell in a monastery. The bell rang for an unknown number of times, and when he stopped, all the resentment of the ghost fog in the canyon dissipated, revealing the pitch-black night. It is still not bright tomorrow, but what is strange is that there is a faint glow in the turbulent clouds, which looks very sacred.

Under this radiance, all the figures of ghosts and monsters remained motionless, and became shriveled and thin, like pieces of paper. Wu Rong's figure is particularly conspicuous in this group of 'paper pieces'. He stands at the junction of two talisman ropes, only a few steps away from the children, and can be reached in an instant. But now he was as motionless as a stone sculpture, he could only stand there sluggishly, his eyes were obviously still moving, but he couldn't move an inch.

"Wu Rong, you shouldn't try to make Fu Qing fall."

The child said indifferently, condescending, and the words contained a certain special charm, which was so fascinating that it made people feel dazed and unable to extricate themselves. He put away the bell, did not pull out the gun that could shoot golden bullets, but took out a bundle of light golden rope from the inner pocket of the robe. It is very light and thin, and it is translucent under the talisman fire, more like the tendons of some kind of animal.

Children walk on the talisman rope like walking on flat ground. He passed by Wu Rong, but he didn't look at it, but continued to move forward until he reached the center of the cobweb-like talisman array, looking down at Guitong Resentment who was deeply trapped in it.

"#&*..."

Guitong didn't look at him, but seemed to be trapped in his own world, his lips opened and closed, muttering something. What he spoke was not human language, but a special language that contained strange power. Even with the current situation of Guitong Resentment, the voice is very small, but powerful users can still find the words unusual.

"Until now, do you still use the language of Tiankeng to curse?"

The Tiankeng language was discovered by some researchers by chance when a large number of tiankeng creatures emerged and wreaked havoc on the world at the beginning of the supernatural recovery. Some of the tiankeng creatures look like ghosts, and some look like ordinary people, but they don't speak any kind of human or nonsense, but have their own unique language. This phenomenon only exists in the creatures emerging from the seven tiankengs, and their language itself has the power of curse, which is hard to guard against.

But before the researchers could figure out the meaning of the words in the language of the tiankeng, the seven tiankengs were sealed by the heroes and the samples were lost, so the research had to be sealed up. Only top-notch ability users who are specially trained to fight against the Great Tiankeng will continue to learn this incomplete subject. Such is the case with Exterminator.

But in the end, the ghost boy is just a resentment that is about to dissipate. The curse brought by the Tiankeng language is minimal, and it may be the level of wrestling on the ground for ordinary people. It didn't do any harm to the child, he came up to see it in person, just to reconfirm cautiously that Guitong was really just resentment.

After confirming, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and returned to Wu Rong's side, and took out a pale golden rope to bind him around his neck.

"He didn't curse you."

A gentle male voice came from behind the child, like a ghostly assassin, and at the same time came the heart-piercing pain! The child reacted very quickly. He grasped the weapon that pierced his heart without fear of pain, and immediately turned around to fight back. But in the next moment, an unbearable painful murmur escaped from his throat, and his figure staggered slightly. It was this pause that caused Wu Rong to attack the child's face without mercy!

"Clang!"

The sound of crisp and hard objects colliding sounded, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. The pitch-black hood fell down, revealing long silver-white hair like the moonlight. And under his hood, what collided with Wu Rong's bone claws was a hideous red and black mask! The mask has complicated patterns, fine workmanship, round eyes and glaring eyes, and it has an indescribable power, like a **** descending from the earth.

Seeing that one blow is a success, Wu Rong is calm and never loves to fight. He grabbed the shoulder of his body and dodged back, and returned to the highest point of the talisman array in a blink of an eye. The sound of sizzling was accompanied by a strong smell of incense ash, and Wu Rong tore off his corroded and blackened left arm without changing his face. Under the abundant soul power, the wound healed in an instant, and a new arm grew.

At the same time, the mask on the child's face split from the middle, and the pieces fell down. The mask that caused such serious damage to Wu Rong with just one touch turned out to be made of wood.

"Please God?"

There are so many types of capable people in the federation, Wu Rong has not completely unsealed his memory after all, so he knows very little, otherwise he would be able to reflect what a child is as soon as he smells the lingering incense ash.

The children's faces are clearly Nuo opera masks. Nuo was a ritual to expel epidemic ghosts in ancient times. Masks were mostly carved from poplar wood, and the box for storing masks was called a divine cabinet. Ask the gods to open the box to offer incense candle offerings, a big rooster. After asking the gods to worship the gods, the gods should pinch the rooster's comb and use the chicken blood to light the cabinet head, cabinet waist, and cabinet feet. Masks, different styles of masks represent the gods in the sky.

With sharp eyes, Wu Rong immediately saw the square wooden cabinet that the child was carrying on his back, which was as square as a small schoolbag. Inviting the gods is tricky and weird, and it is impossible to guard against, but it is more life-threatening than raising ghosts. Seeing that the child has white hair at a young age, it is enough to know how powerful he is.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, what's going on?!"

Fu Ruoyun yelled in shock and couldn't believe it: "Your boy clearly has the ghost of the Nine Star Ghost King in his body, how could it be, I can see clearly—"

Fu Ruoyun's voice stopped abruptly, and he watched Wu Rong shake his body, and a gloomy black mass emerged from it. After eating it in one bite, it returned to his body.

There is indeed the ghost of the Nine Star Ghost King in Wu Rong's body, it is the Nine Star Ghost King Dahei in the soul reminder banner that Fu Ruoyun sent him. They have been sacrificially refined in the soul-invigorating streamer for decades, and they are not as good as they were in the period of complete victory. At present, Wu Rong's soul power completely surpasses them. Take it out and use it again.

Fu Ruoyun also thought of this, his face turned blue and white, looking at Wu Rong was like looking at a devil. He spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood before he managed to hold back a sentence: "...Aren't you afraid of being taken away?"

Crazy, really crazy!

"Why can you hurt me."

The cold child's voice overwhelmed Fu Ruoyun's. The mask hadn't completely shattered, and half of the child's eye was exposed through a gap the size of a ping-pong ball. His eyes were calm and rational, even though the blood was still gushing from his chest and dyed his clothes red, there was no emotion in his eyes.

The cold, indifferent, and condescending eyes somehow reminded Wu Rong of Hu Xian who lived in Liu Hu's body a long time ago.

This is not the vision that humans should have. Please God has not yet ended, and children are still "Gods" and not humans.

'God' shouldn't be easily hurt, that's why he asked.

"Why can't I hurt you."

The corner of Wu Rong's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, the dead branch in his hand that had just pierced the child's heart was still dripping blood. It looked like an ordinary dead branch, so ordinary that Wu Rong picked it up from the ground. The cracks in the mask were still expanding, and the spider web-like cracks spread to the entire mask, revealing the child's face under the half-shattered mask. His eyes stayed on the dead branch for a moment, and there was a rare hint of doubt in his usually indifferent eyes.

"Dried branches."

The child opened his hand. The palm he grabbed onto the dead branch just now was red, swollen, blistered, festered and abscessed, as if he had been severely scalded by something. It was precisely because of this that he paused a little when he just counterattacked, and Wu Rong caught the opening and tore the mask to pieces.

"You are strong."

Putting down his hands, the child looked straight at Wu Rong, and said calmly, "My name is Luo Shishi."

"Go away, I won't kill you."

Seeing that Wu Rong didn't move, there seemed to be a sarcastic and alert look on his face, and he didn't trust him at all. Luo Shiyi pondered and said seriously: "Grandmaster Fu is a hero and cannot be desecrated. The contract between you and him cannot be recognized by the world. What's more, he has lost his remnant soul and has incomplete emotions. You are taking advantage of people's danger. wrong-"

"Fu Qingnan is a hero."

Wu Rong interrupted him, raised his brows, a bit sarcastic: "Isn't Kukuka?"

"Kukuka is, Ghost Boy is not."

Luo Shishi said firmly without hesitation, he glanced at the sky, and his face became solemn. More and more masks fell off, and only half of them remained in the blink of an eye. The indifferent divinity that despises everything and overrides everything is weakening, but the resolute killing intent that belongs to humans is getting stronger and stronger:

"The Big Tiankeng pollutes the heroes' bodies, tortures and crushes the heroes' will, and forces them to become servants of the Tiankeng. This is an insult to the heroes. Killing them is the respect for them and the real relief. Even the heroes themselves There will be no hesitation."

"Wu Rong, leave immediately."

There is no doubt that if Wu Rong does not leave, he will immediately launch an attack. This time it is truly immortal.

But Wu Rong still didn't move, the upright words of Luo Shishi had no effect on him at all, he even bent the corner of his mouth, as if hearing a joke, and asked meaningfully: "Do they really think so?"