"It's something that feels cold. He rubbed his arms, but he didn't notice for a moment, and got goosebumps.

It was probably night, it was a lot colder than before, and he didn't expect this to happen, who knew that his cultivation would suddenly be gone.

As a Xuanhua period monk who has the ability to keep out the cold, although he came to the Northern Continent, that is, a ghost place like the Cold Domain.

But he is still wearing a costume that only appears in summer, and it is inevitable that he will become an ordinary person at this time, and he can't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

But one thing can be confirmed, it's definitely autumn here, otherwise it shouldn't be this kind of weather at night.

"Is this still the Occult Realm? Or is it a small world created by the Valley? ”

"I'm afraid that if it's not too cloudy here, the sun won't have to go to work. ”

That's when it happened.

When ——!

The sound is deep, loud and strong, and the aftersound is so long and long-lasting that it can even be mistaken for a large bell struck in a Buddhist temple.

"The second watch is over, the ghosts and gods avoid it!" Even the voice of the watchman was louder.

And, let Qingyu feel a chill down his spine, and immediately withdrew under the locust tree, he knew what was happening.

The chilly feeling just now wasn't because of the weather, it was—ghosts.

This kind of remote place is most prone to mountain spirits and wild ghosts, not to mention that this is still a locust tree, an old locust tree.

"Didn't the watchman say that there are no ghosts in the locust tree? Why ......?"

The wind gusted, and the darkness of the night under the locust tree condensed into a blurred figure.

If he had been one step too late, he would have been in the shadow.

Fortunately, the watchman shouted in time to remind him, otherwise he would have to explain here today.

So far, he seems to have forgotten one thing, he has lost his cultivation, and at this time he is no longer the former Supreme Heaven Realm in the Xuanhua period, where he can attain enlightenment if necessary.

It's just an ordinary person with good physical fitness and a lot of skills.

"Sassy ......"

The wind or the ghost's cry was not clear for a while.

In a short period of time, he understood the current situation, and in the face of this ghost, he had no power to resist, and he couldn't fight it.

The other party, as a yin object, can hit him by itself, but he, as a living mortal, has no means to touch the other party.

Unless it is a martial artist who has entered the 'internal force' realm, under normal circumstances, mortals cannot affect ghosts.

And the internal force realm is not so easy to enter, martial arts are divided into external force, internal force, gang strength, transformation yuan, and spirit.

It can be said that a martial artist who enters the spirit is equivalent to a monk in the Xuanhua period, but the difficulty of improving the realm of a martial artist is much higher than that of a monk.

And this is only a rough division, and there are sub-categories, or sub-realms, under the rest of the categories.

After the martial artist enters the spirit, it is the same as the monk's Xuanhua period, and then he asks.

Obviously, Qing Yu has not cultivated any martial arts, whether it is in the previous life, the previous life or this life, there is a mainstream system that does not cultivate, and what martial arts do you go to cultivate.

Generally speaking, people who cultivate martial arts are basically normal ones with poor talent, and it is difficult to cultivate, so they have no choice but to follow the sword and bias system like martial arts.

The front of the martial arts is physical cultivation, and there are many drawbacks.

And Qingyu, who has no cultivation and no martial arts, can naturally only avoid this ghost at this moment.

He didn't dare bet on whether this thing was real or fake, and it would be outrageous if it could be fake.

"The yin qi is not very strong, so this ghost may be just a small ghost. ”

"I don't have any special abilities, I don't have a sense of self, it's muddy, it's not to worry about. ”

"At this time, just wait for the watchman to come. ”

Not to be afraid is not to be afraid, should be cowardly or cowardly, but he has not forgotten that he is just an ordinary man, and he can't use his theories with nothing.

Even if he was allowed to use local materials, he would not be able to find anything to deal with the ghosts, and he would need something with strong yang energy.

After eliminating people, at night, there is an old locust tree, and the urine of the boy here in the Xuan Realm is generally not used, even if it is used, unless the situation is really urgent, otherwise he really doesn't want to use that thing.

When, when, when—

The rhythm of the gong beating was much faster, almost without stopping, one after another, and Qingyu felt that his soul was about to be shaken.

And the vague figure under the locust tree is even more miserable, he himself is not very condensed, and at this time it is even more shaky, and it will be scattered at any time.

"Soul Shaker"

"Swinging Gong"

With the sound of the gong, the figure of the watchman appeared in the darkness, holding the gong and hammer in his hands, obviously not holding any lighting tools, but exuding a hazy light around him.

"I also said that why it was so calm tonight, it was kind of for me to stay. ”

"Sure enough, I can't calm down. He sighed and glanced at Qingyu.

I don't know what it means, Xu is saying that Qingyu is the reason why he can't calm down, of course, it may be just curious why there is one more person in the village.

He asked, "Outsiders?"

Although it was a question, the watchman didn't seem to expect his answer, and walked over to the immobile ghost.

"May your soul return to the void, and don't disturb the stability of the world again. ”

He tapped the gong lightly in his hand, and the aftersound was like a faint Dao sound, guiding the ghost phantom to a certain place.

After all this, he didn't see any tiredness, and it didn't seem that it was too difficult for him to 'over' a ghost.

Hit the gong, recite a word, and that's it.

All of a sudden, the black shadow of the ghost condensed under the locust tree dissipated, but listening to what he meant, it was more like exceeding.

"The soul is too empty?"

"What is the void?" he thought for a moment, but couldn't think of a reason.

There are too many explanations for the word "void", such as profound truths, qi, dao, sky, and all kinds of things.

"You're not from here, are you?" said the man with the gong and hammer, who was not hostile to him.

This is not bad, it is a little strange to be peaceful, knowing that he is an outsider, he doesn't even have the slightest suspicion.

"Hmm. Qingyu nodded.

There's nothing to hide, and there's nothing to hide, and someone else, as a watchman, doesn't know how long he's been here, how can he not recognize other people in this village.

"So, why are you here?"

"It's been a while since we've had an outsider in our village. ”

"And as soon as you arrived, you met a wild ghost, so I guess you were lucky or not. ”

He didn't seem to suspect that the wild ghost appeared because of Qingyu.