When Wang Changsheng and Emperor Zhou suddenly started a killer, Liang Pingping came to the mountain with the erhu on his back, and looked at the scene silently, he suddenly sat on a stone, cocked one leg and took off the erhu and put it on the leg, the bow was on the strings and there was a "hum" sound, he tried the sound slightly, although he was already familiar with this erhu can no longer be familiar, but the audition is a habit.

Liang Pingping tilted his head sideways, and suddenly raised his right hand and pulled up the bow, and suddenly a tune of "ten thousand horses galloping" was pulled out, and the majestic atmosphere was pulled out, which seemed particularly abrupt on this empty and silent mountain, but then Wang Changsheng and Emperor Zhou moved at the same time.

Listening to the song, Fang knows that the erhu is no longer an erhu, it is a war drum.

Wang Changsheng pointed at the seven-inch peachwood sword, and the sword flew at will, flying towards a person not far away, and at the same time, he stepped hard under his feet, and the sternum of the person below was immediately shattered, and a bloody foam oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The person who gave the order immediately frowned and gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand to his waist and pulled out a dagger from his arms, kicked the ground across his chest and flew towards Wang Changsheng, and then the feng shui master next to him hurriedly hid to the side when he saw this, he didn't expect the person to be so tricky, and he ended up with two of his own people in three or two strokes.

Liang Pingping's fingertips "Ten thousand horses galloping" suddenly became urgent, as if they had reached the part of the Gao Dynasty, Wang Changsheng and Emperor Zhou fell from the sword in their hands to the palms of their hands, reflecting the surging and ruthless hands of the song.

The winter wind rose on the top of the White Horse Mountain, a killing intent came highly, the air was filled with blood and the smell of slaughter, and after lying down the two corpses, the remaining two devils were also killed and fell to the ground, leaving only the one in command to move between the two with his own dagger.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" asked Emperor Zhou.

"Together, a quick battle, the hundred ghosts below are scourging the branches, and it will be too late to delay. ”

"Do you want to live?"

Wang Changsheng glanced at the feng shui master who was already trembling a little, shook his head and said, "This one is not necessary, there is still that ......"

"Hum!" The erhu tremble in Liang Pingping's hand flickered, Wang Changsheng and Emperor Zhou were holding a wooden sword, and the other turned over the seal, and the two of them almost made a killing move everywhere in an instant.

Seeing this, the nerves in his head instantly tensed, and after two pinching blows, he knew that he seemed to be invincible, so he immediately threw out the dagger in his hand and pointed it towards Wang Changsheng, and at the same time, he slapped his hand on his chest and abdomen, and suddenly spurted out a bloody arrow with a "poof", and the figure immediately dimmed, wanting to leave this mountain with the secret method of ninja.

Wang Changsheng suddenly turned his head, sensing a slight fluctuation in the air in front of him, he reached out and grabbed the peachwood sword on the side, suddenly straightened his arm, and the person swung the sword diagonally into the upper right in mid-air.

"Puff" The peachwood sword was instantly inserted into the person's lower abdomen, and at this time, he just jumped up in the air and was about to flee into the distance, but he didn't expect that his ninjutsu would be seen through by someone anyway.

"You, you, how do you know......" the man asked in disbelief in a stiff Mandarin.

"Poof" The two figures fell to the ground, Wang Changsheng lowered his head and said: "The Taoist escape technique is better than your spliced ninjutsu, I don't know how many years ahead, you will all pick up our leftover things and poke them out, why can't I see it?"

Liang Pingping put down the bow, and the song was just finished, and the pinch was just right.

Wang Changsheng is right, ninjutsu was originally just a kind of martial art to strengthen the body, far from being so miraculous as it is now, and later absorbed Sun Tzu's Art of War and Tantric Techniques, which evolved into today's ninjutsu.

Seeing that the feng shui master was not good, he wanted to turn around and slip away from the mountain, but Emperor Zhou sneered: "If you can understand, stay still, otherwise there will really be a lot of corpses of you on this mountain." ”

"Huh" The feng shui master paused, turned around stiffly, raised his hand and said tremblingly: "No, don't blame me, I, I was forced by them." ”

"Han?" Wang Changsheng looked at him coldly and said, "I'll talk about it later, honestly squint and don't move." ”

Wang Changsheng walked to a flag, and below this is the mouth of the cave, and the hole is the dragon's lair, where the branch vein passes.

After this feng shui master found the mouth of the dragon's lair at the top of the White Horse Mountain, he went down a feng shui array, attracting all the lonely souls and wild ghosts in Lingnan City, which formed the night walk of a hundred ghosts.

The hundred ghosts went up the mountain, and all of them plunged into the dragon veins below and then gnawed on them, and the dragon veins contained a large amount of aura, which was equivalent to nourishment for the hundred ghosts.

"Is the dragon vein wasted?" Liang Pingping asked with a frown.

Wang Changsheng glanced at the sky above his head, the clouds were still dense, and they were scattering outward, and the "boom" sound in the clouds was faintly brewing and never split, so he said: "Not yet, if that layer of clouds is dispersed from Baima Mountain to Lingnan City, then the feng shui array will break the dragon vein and be wasted, and it is still a little short."

"Can you handle it?"

Wang Changsheng nodded and said: "What I do is this line, my own job."

Wang Changsheng bragged loudly, very loudly, but this was the first time he had monitored the dragon vein.

The hundred ghosts are at the bottom of the mountain, and it is natural to destroy the hundred ghosts, but the cave mouth is too small, Wang Changsheng will not dig up all the mountains and jump down to clean them up manually, which is too wasteful of time and too troublesome.

Stretching out his hand to pull out the flag in the feng shui array, Wang Changsheng glanced at the flag, which was embroidered with simple patterns and was very cumbersome, these flags were eighteen in total, about thirty centimeters long, the texture was a little rough but full of a quaint taste, and it was obviously some age.

As soon as he pulled down the flag, the dark clouds on the White Horse Mountain suddenly rolled up, and there were bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls under the mountain, and there were vaguely a few lonely ghosts jumping up, Wang Changsheng threw the flag away, turned over and took out a handful of rune paper from his body, and said to Liang Pingping and Emperor Zhou to stay away.

"Wow" Wang Changsheng's hand shook lightly, and the eight rune papers spread out in turn, he stretched his fingers into his mouth and bit the fingertips to write quickly, and after a while, a series of runes written in his essence blood jumped out of the eight rune papers.

"Huh" rune paper flew into the air, and was about to scatter to the ground, Wang Changsheng said very quickly: "Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi Root, inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is the only one, all gods salute, and control the thunder...... Demons are frightened, and spirits are dead...... Like a law!"

The eight divine spells of the Daomen, the golden light divine spell, this spell is a thunderous thunderbolt, the charm is ghostly, and the lonely soul and wild ghost are all scattered.