At three o'clock in the afternoon, I left the house according to the instructions of my second aunt. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are many roads leading to the barren mountains of Beihe, and the most recent one is to copy the path and cross the Beihe.

Mom still didn't worry about me, so she asked my second aunt for a soul gathering sail. If you want to talk about this soul gathering sail, everyone doesn't know much about it. The so-called Soul Gathering Sail is to paint red cinnabar on yellow table paper, and prescribe what kind of spell to write according to the calamity you have suffered.

This cinnabar is also very particular, to the Xianle Gate spell of the Taoist view, you need to cut the yellow table paper into the shape of ingots, and then mix it with chicken blood, after the dog blood is mixed, write a big "Ji" word with a wolf brush, and then three identical yellow table paper, pierce an eye, and then tie it with a red rope.

The most important thing is to find the willow branches that have been struck by lightning. Speaking of this willow branch, it is called lightning strike wood in the local area, and it is yang. It has been said in ancient books that thunder is a natural force that is bred by the aura of heaven and earth, and the attribute is yang.

Substances with the attribute of thunder are the easiest to cure ghosts and hunt demons. Whenever the Taoist mage is catching ghosts and curing demons, he will use this lightning strike wood. Carrying the soul gathering sail made by the second aunt, walking on the path behind the house, it was relatively cold outside in the big spring.

Under the strong spring breeze, carrying the soul-gathering sail made by the second aunt, he had just walked out of more than ten meters. In the blink of an eye, unprecedented pressure gradually hit. The Soul Gathering Sail was instantly pressed heavily on my shoulders, and because of the wanton roar of the spring breeze, the heavy Soul Gathering Sail began to sway from side to side.

At this time, the man in the tunic appeared in front of my eyes in an instant, and his vision became more and more blurred against the strong spring breeze. It's just that the figure of that person is so clear and real. He laughed and said, "Stinky boy, your limit is approaching, do you still have to make useless resistance?"

"You know, a person's desire to survive is endless. If you want to come and ask for my life, I'll be with you at any time!" I continued to walk despite the male ghost's provocation. In the blink of an eye, I have come to the North River, which leads to the barren mountain. I was a little frightened by his intimidation. But I still endured it, isn't there a saying, it's called being born from the heart. Just try to stay calm, and the other person can't erode your mind.

"Hopefully, hehehe, then I hope you will have that confidence in a moment. I'm going to make you can't live, you can't die!" the man said stiffly, as if with a sneer.

Today's Beihe is different from the past, the north is approaching spring, and the north wind is strong, I can feel my hair being blown up by the strong wind, and the hairs on my whole body seem to stand up. However, I can't care about it so much now, and even if something really happens, I have to fight for myself.

In spring, the river is bottomless due to the recent thaw and the turbulent current. There are even whirlpools in some places, and if people rashly step on them, they will not be able to pull them out and drown alive.

Looking at the rushing river, I was a little scared. How can I cross this river without stepping stones? However, it can be seen that there is no endless road, and just when I was helpless, a white stone appeared in front of my eyes. It was just a moment, and in that moment, I saw hope for survival.

At this moment, I can't care about the slowly flowing river. I bent down, stared silently at the only piece of straw, and rushed over with an arrow step. The male ghost seemed to know something, and with a slight wave of his little hand, the stone he had just stepped on seemed to have some kind of magic, and as the mud and sand in the river began to roll, a bad idea crossed my mind, and if it was not good, I might be swept away by the rushing water.

This time, it can be regarded as very thrilling, when I saw that I was about to fall into the water, I instantly felt that behind me, as if there was a strong pushing hand supporting me, she pushed forward, I used all the strength of my body to stare forward, this cross, is a meter away. I fell the sand, and the soul sail had already fallen beyond recognition. The ground was still a little hard in the spring, and I could vaguely feel the pain of the stones under me on my chest.

If a person hurts, it means that he is still alive. At this point, I can't think of anything else. The most important thing now is to save your life. I barely stood up, ignoring the dirt on my body, glared hard at my legs, and ran towards the hill ahead. At this moment, I was almost out of fighting spirit, and the only thing I thought about was to get rid of that difficult opponent and sail to my final destination.

The male ghost looked at the river, a little unsure of what had just happened. Obviously, my calamity has arrived, but in that moment, a miracle appeared. Although he was a little helpless, he still did not give up the pursuit of me.

There were still two hundred meters away from the Beihe Barren Mountain, and this time, he still stormed. I saw him wave his hands, and two whirlwinds flew towards me. In the spring, this whirlpool-like eye was still mixed with sand and dust, and I was trapped in the whirlpool, unable to see the road ahead.

This kind of wind, scientifically speaking, is a precursor to small sandstorms. In the spring, when such winds blow, it is bound to be followed by a downpour. Moreover, not a good rain. But from a supernatural point of view, such a wind is called a yin wind. It is also called soul hooking. It must not be a very good thing to be blown by such a wind.

I saw that it was really a bad thing, and I could deeply feel the damp smell of the earth in the face of the strong wind. This time, it doesn't seem so easy.

Just when I was at a loss, a burst of red light began to emanate from my body, and then the red light began to straighten out in a straight line and began to lead me to my ideal destination. With one hand blocking the wind and sand blowing from all sides, I struggled forward and barely came to the mountain.

There were trees in the way, and the wind was not particularly strong, so I casually found a pine tree and sat down, looked at the male ghost, and barely smiled. This time, I'm finally in a big disaster. Isn't there a saying that says that if you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future. I stared at the male ghost and said, "It seems that your spells are not enough, I heard that the second aunt said that you were also a horse before you died, it seems that you didn't understand the horse." ”

After hearing this, the male ghost couldn't hold back on his calm face, he clenched his fists, and said, "Don't be too arrogant, stinky boy." Your life is no longer yours. Even if I can't kill you today, it's still night. The reason why you were able to save your life was nothing more than carrying the sword and soul gathering sail that the goddess gave you around your neck. However, since everyone is a learner, I naturally know that this sword will only save you once!

After he said this, I glanced back at my peachwood sword. I found that the peachwood sword at this time was no longer the red it used to be, but had changed from red to ordinary white, and the cinnabar painted on the peachwood sword had disappeared at this time. Is my efforts really going to fall short today?

I subconsciously stepped back, and at this time, I no longer had the strength to make the final escape. I'm a person who doesn't believe in fate, and I like to fight for what I want. However, everything can be fought for, but there is no way to fight for this thing. At this point, I closed my eyes and prepared to start waiting for death.

Just as I was about to accept death, a burst of white light surrounded me, and I vaguely saw a woman dressed in white, quietly blocking in front of me, and said, "I want to see, who dares to touch a single hair of his hair?"