Suddenly, a dark mass of resentful spirits was rolling in close proximity, getting bigger and bigger like a snowball, and quickly rushed towards her.

Zhuge Canglan was shocked. He didn't have time to think too much. He jumped up almost reflexively and flew to the top of the pavilion before Kankan hid.

These ghosts are invisible black energy, but they are more difficult to deal with than those fierce ghosts.

Especially because they are so numerous.

Zhuge Canglan glanced at the sky around him. It was getting darker and darker, and the surging resentment was coming from all directions.

Even though she was wearing Chen Kong's talisman, she still felt those resentments tightening around her neck.

As the number of resentful spirits increased, Zhuge Canglan tried all her best, including flooding, wind blowing, lightning, and fire... She tried every possible method.

But - the effect is not big!

Those dark masses were unpredictable, like endless vengeful spirits, making her panting.

Zhuge Canglan felt more and more difficult to resist. The spiritual power in his body had not yet been fully restored. How could his 30% to 40% strength be enough to deal with so many resentful spirits?

Jin Mi is a child at heart. She was so frightened that she hid in her hair and grabbed her hair tightly, not daring to move.

That bastard Chen Kong...

He's that bastard about wine,

Zhuge Canglan A strong wind blew away another wave of attacking resentful spirits.

He turned around and yelled angrily: "Chenkong, why don't you take action?"

She really thought that Chen Kong was drunk.

But just now, she clearly saw that Chen Kong's ever-present pottery bowl almost rolled out of his sleeve, and he stretched out his paw to catch it immediately.

Damn this bastard money-grubbing monk, she really wants to skin him alive.

Chen Kong sat up straight and said without any embarrassment: "Hey... little donor, you are a girl, so you better not be... so rude..."

Zhuge Canglan picked up a skull under the peach tree and kicked it towards Chenkong: "I don't want your sister,"

Chen Kong dodged sideways, adjusted the wrinkles on his clothes, and asked in surprise: "Hey, little benefactor, how did you know that the poor monk has a sister in the secular world..."

"roll……"

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Zhuge Canglan really wanted to bite Chen Kong to death, and he fought back the resentful spirit that was about to come to him, and finally got away and came to him.

He stepped on his foot, crushed him twice, and said viciously: "Hurry up, think of a way..."

Chen Kong gritted his teeth in pain, "Little donor, we are friends, how could you do such a heavy hand... uh, kick..."

Zhuge Canglan gritted his teeth: "If you weren't a friend, I would have killed you with a sword."

An expression of relief suddenly appeared on Chenkong's face: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is really kind to the poor monk. You, the poor monk, are my friend."

"Stop talking so much and think of a solution quickly, MD is here again..."

The resentful spirits flying everywhere seemed to be controlled and entangled by someone. They were tangled together and formed a huge black cloud, overwhelmingly pressing towards them.

Just when they were about to suppress the two of them, a barrier quickly formed in the dust to cover him and Zhuge Canglan.

Zhuge Canglan can finally breathe a little easier. She is not a person who likes to use foul language, but...she really wants to scold Chenkong now.

This bastard, obviously so powerful, actually watched her fight with a group of ghosts alone and almost lost her life.

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Chapter completed!