Reincarnation of Terror: a Hundred Times Reward

He could hear that Lin Chuan's words sounded like a curse, but he actually wanted to let him take everyone out as soon as possible, so as not to be affected by the ghosts.

Worthy of being an expert...

Whether it is strength, Taoism, or character and character, they are all first-class!

With the incomparable respect for Lin Chuan, Han Shan took the people and left here one by one.

All, retired to the gate of the school, full of expectation and awe, looking at the school.

...

On campus, large conference room.

"Everyone, take out your phone."

Lin Chuan spoke.

There is equipment in the conference room, but he is useless.

The voice, using the power of a few traces of mantra, was slow, steady, and loud and clear.

Instantly conveyed to every corner of the large conference room.

Among the nine hundred students, there are many mischievous people, but I heard this.

The mind was shocked, and then they were all sluggish, and took out the mobile phone with them.

Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the eyes, spiritual power flows.

Sure enough, on each mobile phone, I saw the ghosts attached to it.

No more, no less, just nine hundred!

With the addition of the mobile phone in his own hand, 901 ghosts are all here.

And these fierce ghosts, Taoism went from ten years to the highest fifty years.

The strength is not strong.

However, ghost mythical creatures greatly enhanced their strength.

Therefore, it is more difficult to deal with than the death tape incident.

"But it's easier to handle this way."

Lin Chuan grinned lightly.

It's just a pity that in the world of Uncle Jiu, he sent out all the hundreds of Thunder Talisman Nine Heavens.

At present, there are only a dozen Nine Heavens Thunder Talismans.

To deal with a party of ghost mythical creatures, ten or so Zhang is obviously not enough.

So, walked to the side table and sat down.

Thoughts moved.

In the palm of the hand, he holds a hundred-year-old sacred wood brush.

······· Ask for flowers·············

Then, he waved his palm.

In Xumijie, three hundred blank yellow symbols were extracted.

Immediately afterwards, using spiritual power as ink, draw amulets on the spot!

The sacred tree rebuked, spiritual power injected, and the power of thunder surged.

The strands, among the ghosts, are not eye-catching.

Bonus for Fu Zhuan's writing and painting masters, bonus for Hundred Years Shenmu brushes.

In addition, the proficiency of the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman of the Consummation Realm.

He is extremely fluent in writing and drawing characters and seals.

Thirty seconds, it becomes a talisman!

Three hundred seconds, ten pieces of Jiuxiao Thunder Talisman become!

Three thousand seconds, a hundred pieces of Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman, stacked into a stack.

A full nine thousand seconds!

Three hundred sheets, full of spiritual power, restrained by the power of thunder, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman of the perfect realm are stacked next to them.

Nine thousand seconds, two and a half hours.

"Should be enough."

Lin Chuan twisted his wrist and murmured.

The hundred-year-old sacred wood brush in his hand recovers the system space and disappears in his hand.

Three hundred sheets, it should be enough to deal with ghosts that are not too powerful.

At the bottom, nine hundred students had waited for more than two hours, and they were already quite murmured.

"Teacher, what are we doing here?"

"Yes, inexplicably, I'm going to go home if I sit down again."

Originally, it was just a secret discussion.

.................

As someone takes the lead, everyone talks louder.

Lin Chuan also stood up slowly at this time.

Now that it can start, these students don't need to watch.

As a result, the spiritual power in the body surged and gathered in the throat.

The mantra curse began to work.

sleep!