My Master is Lin Zhengying

And once entangled by that red shadow, it's like getting an electric shock.

Very stinging, with bouts of numbness.

And this red shadow is constantly hitting the door.

Make a "dong dong dong" sound.

The spell on the door has limited effect, and it is letting it hit like this again.

I'm afraid I have to escape from the house, once I let it go back to the plantain forest.

It's hard to find it anymore.

Uncle Jiu, for a moment, was also a little annoyed.

Obviously his cultivation base is so much stronger.

But at this moment, there is no way to fight this female fairy.

Nan Chen saw that the red shadow was agile and invisible, and moved quickly.

Physical attacks are basically useless.

The spell, and I can't shoot it.

When I was worrying, I suddenly thought of the plot of the original book.

A method that Uncle Nine used.

fire.

In the original book, Uncle Jiu used fire to burn to death the soul of the plantain spirit, the red shadow.

So he yelled at Uncle Jiu:

"Master, set her on fire!"

Although Uncle Jiu didn't know why Nan Chen wanted to use fire.

But right now, he really has nothing to do.

Also choose to believe.

Because he knew that his apprentice was prudent and talented.

Thinking about it, he must have discovered the weakness of this banshee soul.

Without hesitation at this time, he drew out a fire talisman.

With a flick of the hand:

"Edict!"

Flames burst out of the spell with a bang.

Sure enough, it was the same as the original setting.

The primordial spirit of this banshee saw the fire.

When he saw the God of Plague, he hurriedly dodged back, trying to escape.

"Take it away, take it away quickly..."

The banshee was in constant fear and was very afraid of the flames.

Uncle Jiu was shocked:

"She is really afraid of fire!"

After speaking, holding the flame of the spell, he forced it up.

Nanchen Qiusheng also besieged left and right, and took a handful of hay to ignite.

The red banshee shadow tried to escape several times, but failed.

In the end, Uncle Jiu threw out a fire talisman.

The talisman fire was instantly stained with a red shadow.

In an instant, a miserable howl sounded:

"Ah! No, no, no!

Smelly Taoist priest, I want, I will kill you..."

The shadow of the plantain banshee instantly burned.

But this is also her, the last madness.

Keep roaring, with flames, wanting to pounce on the three of them.

Nan Chen held the flame and the mirror.

Let her never dare to approach.

Uncle Jiu and Qiu Sheng took a few steps back.

The banshee was ignited all over, and she kept struggling against the roll, and her roar became smaller and smaller.