When a sudden sound sounded in the ancestral hall, the battle in the ancestral hall changed instantly.
First, the hair that was about to spread to the feet of the three people in Changning quickly retracted toward the door like a frightened animal.
The three long arms that broke through the ceiling and were about to fall on the heads of Changning and the others also froze in mid-air the moment the sound came out.
Chang Ning followed the voice and turned to look at where the spiritual tablet was, and saw the spiritual tablet that Lan He had talked about glowing with a faint black light.
After a while, a black flame first appeared in the middle of the spiritual position that seemed to him to be completely blank and burned outward quickly.
Just like a piece of paper is lit from the middle, the flame starts burning from the inside out.
In the blink of an eye, the seven-inch-high spiritual throne turned into a torch burning with blazing black fireworks.
At this time, Lanhe was still kneeling on the futon to pray, and Yaoyang was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
After the spiritual position is completely enveloped by black flames, a circle of circular flame marks will appear in the middle of the spiritual position.
"Xilulu~~"
As a slight horse neighed from the spiritual throne, flames jumped and flew in the middle of the spiritual throne, and a skull horse head burning with black flames poked out from the circular mark.
Although the skull horse's head is only three inches in size, its eyes with green light, its skeleton steaming with black flames, and the aura of death unique to netherworld creatures, just by sticking its head out, have already brought something to the hearts of Chang Ning and others.
There was tremendous pressure.
‘Da da~~ da da~~’
The skeleton horse stepped on the void and stepped out of the circular flame marks bit by bit.
When its body completely walked out of the circular flame scar, its body had become as tall as an ordinary horse.
It only took a few breaths from the moment the unknown voice sounded from within the ancestral hall to the skeleton horse appearing completely.
At this time, Lan He was still kneeling on the futon with his head bowed in prayer. Yaoyang, who had suffered a mental breakdown, gradually regained his consciousness after the threat was temporarily lifted.
He was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes slightly dull as he looked at the ghost skeleton horse with its four hooves flying in the air above the spiritual tablet, with black flames flashing all over its body, and the huge and bloated black-armored knight on the horse.
The knight riding on the skeleton horse was covered from head to toe in a set of black crystal armor, with black and red flames hanging behind him like a cloak.
It's just that this set of armor, which would appear powerful and domineering to anyone wearing it, gives off a bloated and lazy atmosphere on this knight.
"Who is calling An An's name? It's so noisy that I can't sleep?"
The same roaring voice as before came from the mouth of the bloated knight on the skeleton horse.
This voice is not loud, but it has a unique power that shakes the soul, as if it is speaking on behalf of heaven and earth, and no living thing in the world can resist.
Changning and Yaoyang instinctively looked at Lanhe, stretched out their hands, and said at the same time:
"It's Junior Sister Lanhe!"
"It's Senior Sister Lanhe!"
Not only the two of them, but also the three pale arms above their heads pointed at Lanhe, and strange sounds came out from the three palms one after another.
"is her!"
"is her!"
"is her..."
Even the hair on the ground that had retreated outside the ancestral hall stood up, with the ends pointing towards the Lan River.
It seems that all creatures who hear the words of the Nether Knight will be unable to resist responding to his words.
However, sitting on the futon, Lan He, who was supposed to respond to the knight's inquiry, did not reply. He just put his palms on the ground and prayed loudly.
"Bless God, believer Lanhe prays for blessings!"
"Bless God, believer Lanhe prays for blessings!"
Following the guidance of everyone, the knight riding on the skeleton horse turned to look at Lan He who was kneeling on the ground and asked:
"Ha~, are you calling An An?"
Lan He did not respond to the knight's inquiry, but prayed over and over again.
"Bless God, believer Lanhe prays for blessings!"
"Bless God, believers..."
The knight couldn't help but feel a little confused. In his memory, when he asked, he had never been refused an answer.
He stretched out his right hand to scratch his head, but it suddenly grabbed the helmet.
Taking off his helmet casually, the knight let out a long sigh.
"Ouch~, you're suffocating me to death!"
Without the obstruction of the helmet, the knight's face appeared in the eyes of Changning and Yaoyang.
He has a fat, white, round face that looks like a full moon, a pair of narrowed eyes with barely visible pupils, a garlic-like nose, and a wide mouth that is almost connected to the base of his ears.
Naturally, this kind of appearance cannot be related to handsomeness, but it gives people a different kind of friendly feeling.
In addition, this knight is obviously a ghost creature, but there is not a trace of Yin energy wrapped around his body, and he is as energetic as an ordinary person.
'What a white fat man!'
Changning and Yaoyang had the same idea in their minds.
After the fat white knight took off his helmet, he turned around furtively and looked around, patted his chest with his left hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself:
"Fortunately, the blind man is not here, otherwise I would have been scolded again if I took off my helmet."
Turning his eyes, he saw Chang Ning and Yaoyang below both looking up in a daze. The fat white knight felt a little embarrassed. He straightened his face and pretended to be dignified and said:
"Who is it...?"
Halfway through the words, I suddenly realized that the scenery in front of me was very familiar. I couldn't help scratching my head and asked strangely:
"Hey~~, why are you at An'an's house..."
Before the word 'ri' was spoken, the fat white knight had already seen the messy scene in the ancestral hall.
Following the traces of damaged bricks and wood all around, his eyes looked outward little by little until he saw the several-foot-sized female head floating away into the distance outside the door of the ancestral hall.
The fat white knight's squinted eyes widened instantly, revealing eyes as clear as snow-capped mountains and ice springs. He stretched out his left hand and pointed to the door, and Goldman Sachs shouted:
"That big brain, don't leave!"
Follow your words!
After the fat white knight gave an order, the head several feet tall, which was swinging in the distance like jellyfish, suddenly trembled.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Its countless neatly hanging hair strands suddenly became tangled and entangled with each other, forming thousands of braids of varying thicknesses and lengths.
Immediately afterwards, these braids interacted with each other, like countless legs and feet, carrying the huge head and flying quickly into the distance.
But when these braids flexed and stretched to move far away, the many braids were entangled with each other, just like a drunkard who tripped over his own legs, causing his huge head to fall to the ground.
"Bang~~"
The huge head fell to the ground, and the many tangled braids instantly bloomed and returned to countless slender hairs.
Just as the thousands of braids bloomed, the hidden power in different directions and different strengths in the braids burst out, enveloping the huge head and rolling towards the ancestral hall.
The huge head sensed that something was wrong, and quickly controlled the hair to take him away, but he didn't know that it would be better if he didn't use force. With this force, countless hairs rolled faster and faster towards the door of the ancestral hall under the entanglement of various forces.
In Yaoyang's eyes, the head several feet outside the door was like a ball wrapped in countless silk threads, bouncing back.
The huge head was originally not far from the entrance of the ancestral hall, but after rolling back, it rolled to the entrance of the ancestral hall in the blink of an eye.
But the size of this head is five feet, which is more than half the height of the entire ancestral hall.
Seeing the head making a "rumbling" sound, like a huge rolling stone crushing towards the ancestral hall, the fat white knight let out an "ouch" and shouted:
"The bad thing is that the brain is going to crush An Anjia. It needs to be smaller!"
Although the situation was urgent, Chang Ning couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he heard the fat white knight calling out like this.
But the scene in front of him in the next second completely overturned his understanding.
The lingering sound of the fat white knight's words still echoed in the ancestral hall. The hair on the huge head that was rolling towards the entrance of the ancestral hall suddenly spread out, wrapping the head like a fishing net and tightening it.
Chang Ning clearly saw the contraction marks appearing on the face of the skull. In just a short moment, countless cracks like knife marks burst out on the face of the huge skull.
A trace of cold breath sprayed out from the countless cracks, causing the head to be enveloped in gray-white mist.
The face of the huge head showed an expression of extreme pain, and it was about to howl when it opened its mouth.
Seeing this, the fat white knight quickly shouted:
"Don't scream!"
As soon as this sound came out, a ball of hair hanging from the top of his head accidentally fell into his mouth, and his howling was immediately suppressed.
Under the tightening of countless hairs, dozens of different faces appeared on the face of the huge head, all showing wailing looks.
As countless hair strands continued to tighten, the huge head felt extreme pain, and the faces disappeared one by one with frightened expressions, and the huge head shrank little by little.
Because only in this way can the pain like lingering pain caused by countless hair cuts be reduced.
"Bang! Bang! Bang~~"
A head the size of a bucket bounced in from outside the broken ancestral hall door due to the force of countless hair strands pulling each other, and every time it bounced, the head shrank in size.
By the time the head bounced to the center of the ancestral hall, it was only the size of a pomegranate.
When the huge head condensed its hair into braids and fled outward, Chang Ning did not notice anything unusual at first.
But when the fat white knight spoke a few times, the huge head began to undergo many seemingly coincidental changes, combined with the situation where he could not help but point at Lanhe just now.
Chang Ning suddenly understood that the series of coincidental changes in the huge head were all affected by the fat white ghost knight's words, and his heart couldn't help but beat violently.
'What kind of power is this, that just speaking can cause interference and influence on the outside world!'
'Is it the Heavenly Constitution or the Dharma that comes out of words, or is it some kind of causal rhythm?'
Chang Ning's cultivation level is only at the innate level, and the power controlled by the Fat White Nether Knight is far beyond his understanding. He can only guess based on some rumors in the cultivation world.
"Hey~~, it's fun!"
Just as Chang Ning was thinking about it, the fat white knight's slightly surprised cry came to his ears again.
Following the sound, the pomegranate-sized head on the ground bounced up and down by five feet, and fell into the fat white knight's open left hand with perfect accuracy.
Due to his limited vision, Chang Ning did not know that this kind of change that could make the target move according to his heart without saying anything was far beyond the scope of words and actions.
At this time, the shrunken head faintly sensed that something was wrong, and with a thought in mind, he immediately relaxed his control over the trapped hundreds of souls, hoping to use these hundreds of souls to escape.
Hundreds of souls had been imprisoned by this head for a very long time. Now that they found themselves no longer trapped, they immediately fled in all directions, rushing and struggling in the head.
But the palm of the fat white knight was like a cage. No matter how these hundreds of souls collided, they were always imprisoned in the head and unable to leave.
The fat white knight raised his left hand and brought the pomegranate-sized head in front of his eyes.
Looking at the many twisted and wailing faces on the head in his palm, the fat white knight's eyes flickered twice, shook his head and said:
"So ugly!"
In his eyes, scenes of hundreds of souls persecuting and devouring countless lives appeared in turn like a revolving lantern.
The "so ugly" he said was not just because of the hundreds of ferocious faces revealed, but what he meant was the sight of hundreds of souls, bodies, and minds.
The fat white knight said, taking a slight breath, then brought the head to his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard into the mouth of the head.
"Huh~~"
A long, narrow and blazing black-red flame spurted out from the fat white knight's mouth and penetrated directly into the five orifices of his head and face.
This black-red flame is the 'Fire of Purgatory', and its lethality to netherworld creatures is higher than that of the 'Great Sun Golden Flame' and 'Pure Yang Thunder'. In particular, this fire can bring the most extreme pain to netherworld creatures.
The head was penetrated by the 'fire of purgatory' at this moment, and the hundreds of souls trapped inside were instantly ignited by the flames.
"Ah~~ah~~ah~~"
Hysterical wails of pain echoed in the ears and hearts of Chang Ning, Yaoyang and others.
The pomegranate-sized head is like a lantern burning inside and constantly penetrated by strong winds. Endless black-red flames rapidly burst out from the seven orifices of the head.
The gray-white netherworldly energy that was originally dense around the head was also ignited by the 'fire of purgatory' at this moment.
"Boom~~"
A black-red flame erupted from the palm of the fat knight.
Flames are flying, and the sky is full of mourning!
At this moment, the fat white knight riding the skeleton horse no longer looked bloated or lazy. Under the illumination of the uncertain flames, a black-red halo bloomed behind his head, making him towering like a god.
In just one breath, the head in the palm of the fat white knight was like porcelain that had just been fired in the furnace, showing a translucency like glass.
After the black-red flames were completely washed out from the seven orifices of the head, faces showing despair and pain were permanently frozen on the face of the head.
On this head, there are countless scattered fine lines, like a cage, trapping hundreds of ferocious faces.
The fat white knight looked at the ferocious head in his palm, shook his head and said:
"too ugly!"
As he said that, he used the five fingers of his left hand to slightly squeeze the head in his palm, then opened his palm and took a look, and said with satisfaction: