The blood in his hand slowly dripped onto the magic circle that had been drawn on the ground and flowed into the grooves.

Li Genglan's face was as ferocious as a ghost: "I will come on behalf of Heaven to correct the prophecy of Jingshilu."

In an instant, the formations under their feet suddenly activated.

Lin Xiachun's long hair was blown wildly by the wind. He lowered his eyes and looked at the formation at his feet, thinking half-heartedly: "What if I were... well, what am I? Forget it, trouble, I don't want to think about it anymore. .”

Waves of strong wind rose from the formation, blowing Shen Gurong's robes loudly.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and said calmly: "Are you planning to make me into a plague ghost again?"

"No." On the contrary, Li Genglan denied it. His scarlet demon eyes looked at Shen Gurong coldly, "This formation is just to trap you, the formation eye is not here."

Shen Gurong's consciousness trembled, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Li Genglan saw that his face finally changed color, and the madness in his eyes became even worse. He seemed to be eager to see Shen Gurong's face change completely, and his voice was full of malice.

"But it's in Xianzhou City, where the thirteen plague ghosts are."

Shen Gurong's pupils shrank.

Mu banished...

He sent him to deal with the thirteen plague ghosts.

The author has something to say: I thought I was cleaning up the minions, but I was actually fighting the final boss’s pastoral ban:???
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