After Lang Xingchen left, the string of Buddha beads that Su Sifang gave to Su Momo still flashed for a while, and slowly withdrew the light that enveloped Su Momo's body, returning to the bland, ordinary appearance of Buddha beads.
On the other hand, Long Xingchen slowly realized that although he was escaping quickly, he was guided by the bat, because every time the bat passed through the soul, it would give Long Xingchen a sense of gloom, so Long Xingchen instinctively avoided suffering. , to dodge the bats, but unknowingly walked in the direction that the bats wanted Lang Xingchen to walk in, and it was too late when he felt that something was wrong.
The full moon hangs in the middle of the sky. In theory, the power of Lang Xingchen as a spirit body should be endless, but the toxin left by the bat passing through the soul body reduces Lang Xingchen's soul power, and her speed slows down. She has been surrounded and kept attacking.
Long Xingchen was unable to break free from the entanglement of the bat any longer. In desperation, he had no choice but to put his hand into his pocket, shake the child and mother bell that he had not used for a long time, and ask for help from the messenger Hao Jiefang!
But unfortunately, it was already night in the yangjian, and Hao Jiefang's task of ecstasy in Shanyang City was not under the jurisdiction of Hao Jiefang.
Long Xingchen felt that as the bats collided without stopping, his strength became weaker and weaker, and he was almost driven to a place by the bat swarm.
"Hula-la", the bat swarms have dispersed, gathered in mid-air not far from Lang Xingchen, and huddled together.
Lang Xingchen looked around and saw that he was driven by these bats to the outskirts of Shanyang City, surrounded by green hills hidden in the night, with a dirt road below, no street lights, and no residents, it looked dark.
The vision of ghosts is different from that of human beings. Long Xingchen can clearly see a van parked on the dirt road, and turquoise smoke emanating from the car, but this is not a real entity, but a magic spell of resentment. Feels somewhat familiar.
She wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but then she suppressed the fear in her heart and forced herself not to escape. Since the other party knew her place, it was easy for her to run away. What should Su Momo do
The group of bats alone is enough to hurt her.
The "things" in the van were obviously aimed at him, so it's better to ask the other party's intentions and look forward to a peaceful solution.
Long Xingchen didn't give up, he stretched his hand into his pocket and shook the bell. In a casino in the underworld black market, there were golden ingots, gold bars, jewelry and other items piled up like a mountain on the table.
The table was crowded with people, and Hao Jiefang sat in the dealer's match, holding a pair of Pai Gow tightly in his hands.
And those belongings were piled up in front of the dealer. It seemed that Hao Jiefang was not doing well this time, and he had already lost a lot of money.
The ghosts surrounding the gaming table also seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness, and they shouted loudly around Hao Jiefang: "Supreme, Supreme, Supreme!"
Hao Jiefang firmly grasped the two cards in his hand, but he did not open it for a long time. One day in the sun and ten days in Fengdu. Hao Jiefang, an old ghost during the Republic of China, has been stranded in the underworld for more than a thousand years. Hao Jiefang himself He couldn't remember how many times he had gambled, and even if he just touched it, he could know exactly what the cards were in his hand, but he still didn't open it immediately. Those who lose are just a drop in the bucket for him, does he care about winning or losing? No one can say bad.
In the long years of Fengdu, it is inevitable that the emissaries will lose themselves, and life is too long... When life is over, all the so-called goals become a joke.
In the three prohibitions, only gambling can evoke some kind of exciting emotions and feelings of happiness in Hao Jiefang's life. Hao Jiefang enjoys this process very much.
He didn't open the cards for a long time, just to take a look at the evil ghosts and poor ghosts on the periphery. Even if the winning or losing of this big gamble has nothing to do with them, they are excited and twisted. This strange world, ah, Only when you find more strange existences will you feel that you are still normal.
Suddenly hearing the copper bell on his waist, the enthusiasm in Hao Jiefang's eyes faded, and his eyes regained a trace of clarity. He was holding a pair of Supremes in his hands. He also wanted to see the dealer's shriveled appearance after seeing the cards, so he took out The mobile phone called Mu Rong.
The casino was quiet in an instant. Hao Jiefang was only the bottom of Fengdu, but in this black market, he was an existence that could shake when he stomped his feet.
With the Yin seal, it means immortality, an existence that jumps out of reincarnation, but most of these ghosts are people who were neither good nor evil during their lifetime, and they can't wait for the opportunity to be reincarnated. Hao Jiefang's hands.
"Hey, are you busy?"
Mu Rong's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, and said lightly, "Is something wrong?"
"Well, my Ngong Lang Xingchen called me. I can't get away with something at hand right now. You can help me take a look. If you have anything, give me a call."
"Okay." Although he agreed without hesitation, there was still a hint of inhumanity in his voice.
Hao Jiefang smiled and continued: "When you're fine, can you give my benefactor a mobile phone? It's very inconvenient to communicate like this."
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Rong didn't delay for a second, took out the Soul Search Talisman, silently recited the name of Long Xingchen, and flew away like the wind with the green light.
Hao Jiefang hung up the phone, looked up at the dealer, and said, "I want to raise."
"This... doesn't seem to be in line with the rules, but since Mr. Hao opened his mouth, there is nothing wrong. What do you want to add?"
"It's no fun just gambling money, I want to add another arm."
There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd, and then they became more and more excited like a frying pan.
The dealer's face turned pale, he couldn't afford to offend Hao Jiefang, and even if the ghost lost an arm and a broken leg in the underworld, it would grow back when the wind blew, but the pain of the broken limb would not be less at all, but it was very exciting. , Many evil spirits who were brutal in their lifetime like to gamble like this.
"Okay, it's up to Master Hao."
Hao Jiefang opened the card in his hand in a ghostly howl, and the Supreme Killed.
Immediately, Hao Jiefang's dog-legs moved the gold and silver in front of the dealer, and someone slapped a machete at the gambling table, urging Hao Jiefang to hurry up and get rich.
Hao Jiefang laughed loudly with a big knife in hand, but it was a different scene in the world.
…
A middle-aged man, with a greasy ponytail, a beard on his lips, and shirtless, stepped out of the van.
The man's upper body exposed to the air was full of tattoos, patterns, and words that Lang Xingchen could not understand.
Lang Xingchen's pupils shrank, and under the ghost's eyes, this man was full of azure energy, extremely vicious, and his aura was icy cold.
The man also had a pair of yin and yang eyes. He looked up at Lang Xingchen and said in blunt Mandarin, "Come down and talk."
Lang Xingchen bit the bullet and fell in front of the man, but kept a relatively far distance and looked at the man silently.
Lang Xingchen is very flustered now, she finds that her mind-reading skills have no effect on this man...
The man laughed and opened the pendant around his neck. With a "snap", the pendant contained a picture of a woman. Now Lang Xingchen completely understood who the man was.
That woman... It was in the case of Zhang Shitou who almost killed her and Zhang Shitou's life!
If Hao Jiefang hadn't arrived in time, he might have lost his mind!
"I have no enmity with you, you... why did you bring me here?"
"In the past, there was no hatred, but you asked people to make a gap in my hard-working spirit, and you called people to break my surrender, so that I was almost attacked. You planters have an old saying, come and don't For indecent assault, I'm coming to you to ask for compensation."
"She was the one who wanted to kill us first. We were just out of self-defense, and I have nothing to compensate you for."
The man nodded: "You really have no value, a soul that doesn't even have a ghost heart, and you don't even have the qualifications to be refined, but there is one thing in you that I'm very interested in."
Lang Xingchen raised his hand to cover his chest subconsciously. The most valuable thing on her body was the You Yangshu, which was half of her ghostly heart.
Lang Xingchen's face was a little ugly, and he remained silent.
The man continued: "Give it to me, I promise not to embarrass you, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" An icy voice came from above Lang Xingchen's head, and the next second, wearing a black robe, Mu Rong with a stern face descended from the sky and landed beside Lang Xingchen.
As if seeing the savior, Lang Xingchen shouted, "Mu Rong!"
Mu Rong nodded slightly, staring at the man in front of him, looking at the spell on his body, and at the same time not ignoring the restless bat swarm in the sky.
Hao Jiefang whispered the man's origin, the reason and purpose of his appearance to Mu Rong, Mu Rong snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, a black feather duster appeared out of thin air in his slender white hand, and Lang Xingchen shivered. , what Mu Rong is holding is the ultimate killer move in the three major instruments of the Yin Chai - the soul striker.
All souls will have an instinctive fear when they see it. Even though Lang Xingchen has You Yangshu to protect her body, she still takes a step to the side and widens the distance between him and Mu Rong.
Mu Rong stared at the man and said, "This is a flower family. It's not the turn of evil men from other countries to be reckless. I am Mu Rong, a student of the god of death. to be bullied by foreigners.”
Long Xingchen never thought that he was inhuman and lacking in love, and the icy and cold evil Mu Rong could actually say such a series of righteous and awe-inspiring words. If it wasn't for the critical situation, Long Xingchen couldn't help but cooperate with Mu Rong. A shadow.
The man squinted his eyes, and he saw that the magic weapon in Mu Rong's hand was amazing, but this time he dared to return to the flower garden because he came prepared.
Last time, his descending head was broken by Su Sifang, and he was almost attacked by evil creatures. It is one of the four existing Dharma kings in the White Elephant Kingdom, and a living Buddha of eminent monks worshipped and worshipped by thousands of people.
After he returned to the White Elephant Kingdom, he went to the teacher's door to cry and complained, confounding black and white, saying that the monks of the flower family almost abolished his cultivation indiscriminately. Although the Dharma King knew that his apprentice had entered the evil way, he was also the most protective of his shortcomings and cleaned up. It's not someone else's turn to do things about the portal, let alone the monks from other countries
So he ordered people to lift the tens of thousands of pounds of golden Buddha, and took out the large scripture scroll that had been under the golden Buddha for decades and had been blessed by the power of faith. This scripture was a huge yellow cloth. , the cloth is covered with the Mahayana scriptures of the White Elephant Kingdom, which the Dharma King wrote with his own blood after the temple was built.
This is his treasure at the bottom of the box. The reason why he chose this to support his apprentices is that Baixiangguo claims to be Mahayana and thinks that all foreign countries are Hinayanas and support his apprentices. The second is that this scripture is a powerful weapon with strong defense, but it does not have any offensive ability. It will only protect its apprentice from being injured, but it cannot be used to do evil.
The Dharma King knew the disposition of his apprentice, and this scripture was the most suitable.
But even a scalpel that saves lives can become a murder weapon in the hands of a villain.
This evil cultivator has the scriptures to protect his life, and his confidence has greatly increased. He has evil things in his hands that can take people's lives in an instant.
The man was worried that Mu Rong would suddenly be in trouble, and said with a smile, "I have something, please take a look at it." Then he took out the scroll of scriptures from the van and shook it away under Mu Rong's gaze.
A golden light burst out, illuminating half of the dirt road, which was invisible to the naked eye, but Lang Xingchen and Mu Rong could see it clearly.
Mu Rong himself can build the wall, and at a glance, he recognizes the power of this thing.
After all, Mu Rong is young and his temperament is simple, but Lang Xingchen can understand people's hearts. She shouted: "Mu Rong, hit him quickly!"
Mu Rong was slightly startled, and tightened the soul-beating stick in his hand but did not shoot. Although the person in front of him was an evil cultivator, after all, he was a living person.
Unless this person shoots at them first, Mu Rong doesn't want to hurt him...
"Mu Rong! This is a plan to slow down the army!" Lang Xingchen's anxious voice rose again, but it was too late...
The scriptures were spread out, and the middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the scriptures, and then laughed at Mu Rong and the others: "Little yin poor, what can I do? Go!"
The man chanted a spell, and then pointed at the bat swarm and whistled, Mu Rong held the bat in one hand and held Lang Xingchen in the other.
"It's useless, these bats are alive, they can pass through our soul, but we can't do anything about them!"
"not necessarily."
Mu Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Hide behind me."
Then he held the Soul Striker in his right hand, and the left hand sacrificed the Soul Locking Chain. The Soul Locking Chain did not need to be controlled by Mu Rong, and was already dancing like a dragon.
A bat flew in front of Mu Rong, Mu Rong waved his soul stick, only to hear a "pop", the bat turned into "two", but one was a real body, and the other vaguer was the "soul" of the bat , The soul stick is like cutting tofu into the soul of the bat. The bat can't even flutter, and the soul will be ashes, and it will lose the body of the soul, and it will fall to the ground like a broken kite and will not move.
"My God, he's so handsome!" Lang Xingchen praised.
Everything in the world has a spirit, and the soul lock chain and the soul wand are the existences that can directly hit the soul through the flesh.
The evil cultivator from the White Elephant Kingdom looked like he had long expected. He unhurriedly pulled a box out of the car. After opening it, there were several things covered with red cloth. He took them out, placed them in front of him one by one, and then lifted the red cloth, which turned out to be five wooden sculptures.
Lang Xingchen was confused, but Mu Rong had seen this thing before, in Sang Tong's place...
Sang Tong has a wood carving similar to these, in which lives a "little ghost" named Dandan, a little girl.
Dandan used to be the daughter of Sang Tong's fellow senior sister, but she was caught by Xie Xiu because of her special birth date and turned into a kid. Soul, so that Dandan will not become an inhuman monster, looking forward to her being a human again one day.
Dandan was fostered with Sang Tong. Even though Dandan was only five or six years old, his abilities were astonishing. He once ate the unfinished scorpion in one bite, and even Hao Jiefang, who had been working as an underworld agent for more than a hundred years, was able to take care of him. A little jealous of Dandan.
Sang Tong once said that refining a kid with a living person is a very cruel thing, because Dandan still has a soul and a soul in her body, so the evil can still do her. To a certain extent, Dandan is a failure. The real ghosts have no soul, they are a collection of anger, resentment, and hatred, and evil magic tools are useless to them.
"Lang Xingchen, come to my house and call Sang Tong, hurry up!"
One "failure" Dandan is already very scary, let alone five
The flames of anger flickered in Mu Rong's eyes, these five statues... are five living lives! And refining this kind of thing is not successful every time, I don't know how many people have become these five.
At this time, Mu Rong no longer had the slightest sympathy for this evil cultivator of the White Elephant Country, even if the other party was a living person...
But Mu Rong was on a mission to save her mother and did not dare to harm the lives of living people. She could only call Sang Tong, arrest this person and hand it over to the Special Incident Handling Bureau, and use the law to adjudicate him!
"What about you? Does it matter?"
"Go!"
Lang Xingchen didn't dare to delay, and immediately urged all his strength to fly in the direction of Xinxin's home.
"Want to run?" The man had already cut his fingers and quickly tapped his blood on the five statues, and five figures appeared in the next second.
All young women, everyone has a big belly, Mu Rong's eyes are split, and he is angry!
Five little devils, ten lives, one corpse and two lives are the most resentful and the most powerful!
Mu Rong had seen with his own eyes a female ghost who had one corpse and two lives, turned into a red-clothed ghost in just a few minutes.
The man from the White Elephant Kingdom ordered in the language of the White Elephant Kingdom: "You two, go and bring back the ghost that escaped to me, and you have to live! As for the three of you, kill this scumbag!"
With a "whoosh" sound, the two figures were like arrows from the string, chasing in the direction where Lang Xingchen disappeared.
Mu Rong rounded the soul-locking chain and tied the waist of one of the female ghosts to pull the person back, but the other Mu Rong was really powerless and could only watch her go after Lang Xingchen.
"I'm going to die, and I still have the mind to take care of others and kill her!"
When the voice fell, it didn't even take a second for the three female ghosts to pounce on Mu Rong. Mu Rong grabbed the soul-locking chain and smashed one of the female ghosts on the chain, and then hit another with the ghost stick. But the last female ghost, Mu Rong, could not escape.
"Pfft", Mu Rong's arm was scratched, and the black robe was torn, and a bloody hole appeared on Mu Rong's arm.
Resentment, hostility, and hatred are common to humans and ghosts, and even the soul can be hurt.
Mu Rong stepped down a little, flew high, took out a soul-suppressing talisman and stuck it on his wound. Facing the four refining ghosts, even the ghosts were not their opponents, and Mu Rong did not dare to fight with them. Hard and rigid, he can only hope that he can deal with them at a speed comparable to Qingfeng, waiting for Sang Tong's rescue.
Mu Rong flew far away, the man covered one eye, chanted a spell, exchanged his sight with the female ghost, and saw the movements of Mu Rong and Lang Xingchen clearly.
"My mother! Don't come here!" Lang Xingchen looked back at the female ghost who was getting closer, and finally couldn't help shouting.
Fortunately, now the moon is hanging in the sky, and the moonlight shines, Lang Xingchen's soul power is endless, she uses almost all of her soul power for flying, and she barely maintains five or six positions with the female ghost. distance, but this distance is getting closer and closer...
In the outskirts of the city, Xinxin's home is not far from here. When Lang Xingchen felt that the female ghost was about to dig into his back, he saw the solemn light that enveloped the entire fourth floor, and Lang Xingchen's body burst out. The strength of the , once again increased the speed and plunged into the wall of law.
Lang Xingchen passed through smoothly, but the female ghost was not so lucky, only hearing a loud "bang", the female ghost who was charging at full speed was blocked by the French wall, but the French wall was like a plastic wrap being pushed and stretched, deformed.
There was black smoke "zizi" where the female ghost and the wall were in contact, but there was no pain on the female ghost's face and continued to pound.
Lang Xingchen shouted "Mom", rushed to 402, and shouted: "Sang Tong, Sang Tong!"
Sang Tong was already ready to sleep, and the cow's tears had long since washed away. Su Sifang, who was still meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and reminded, "Senior Sister Tong, Lord Langshi is looking for you."
Sang Tong snorted impatiently, felt two drops of tears from the cow, looked at Lang Xingchen and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Jianghu emergency, come with me! Last time, the evil cultivator of the White Elephant Kingdom came back, and Mu Rongzheng was fighting with him. I want you to go quickly!"
Sang Tong frowned, and when he saw the female ghost hitting the wall, Sang Tong was horrified: "Refining ghost?"
"This thing, this thing, that evil cultivator has five!"
Sang Tong's face changed completely. He ran to the wall and picked up two black password boxes and rushed out. Even Su Sifang stopped meditating and stood up: "Senior Sister Tong, I'll go with you."
"You stay to deal with this, what if we all leave Yuwa? The wall can still withstand it for a while, you take over Yuwa first, I will give you my sister's safety, rub a little skin and see what happens when I come back. Pack you up!"
However, Su Sifang quickly stepped forward, grabbed Sang Tong's wrist, and called, "Senior Sister Tong."
"What are you doing? Don't you know what this thing is? Mu Rong is not their opponent, Mu Rong is dead, how can I explain to Sang Yu!"
However, Su Sifang held Sang Tong's wrist tightly and did not let go. In his deep eyes, which seemed to have insight into everything, there was only the reflection of Sang Tong.
Su Sifang looked at Sang Tong and said, "Senior Sister Tong, don't use Dandan anymore. Your blood is no better than that of ordinary people. Dandan has been nourished by your blood for a long time, and its ability has greatly increased. The target is you."
"… I see."
"Also, don't move Jiutian Xuanlei lightly. The power of heaven is too ruthless and ruthless. It can hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred yourself."
"Let's see the situation, why are you so long-winded today, let go!"
Hearing Sang Tong's scolding, Su Sifang's eyes flashed a hint of helplessness and sadness. There seemed to be thousands of words but no entanglement. She let go of the hand that was holding Sang Tong's arm, and instantly suppressed the emotion in her eyes. He lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Amitabha."
Lang Xingchen took his eyes away from Su Sifang and looked at Sang Tong again. He wondered if it was an illusion. The relationship between the monks seems to be unusual.
Lang Xingchen is good at observing words and expressions. She read the deep sadness in Su Sifang's eyes, and also vaguely captured Sang Tong's unnaturalness and evasion. She didn't understand... How could that eminent monk, who is solemn and insightful in all things, without sadness and joy, be sad
I don't understand, why did this decisive, fierce and virtuous demon-destroyer dodge
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