The golden talisman, the cyan talisman, the lines of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing reflect the sun and the moon.

The power of exorcism is released from the runes and patterns, which envelop the target person like flower buds.

The Maoshan Dao Technique was originally based on 'banning', and Meng Qi's hand directly locked the space around Mo Ye completely, and used the power of the rune to construct a cage against ghosts.

He had already determined that the Mo Ye in front of him was the product of some kind of trick arranged by the power of the Yin Soul, and as a veteran from Maoshan Mountain, he couldn't be more familiar with such a method.

"Banmen get an axe!"

The moment he made the move, Meng Qi hummed in his heart, he was confident that this hand could help more than ninety percent of the ghosts in the world.

Just as he was already thinking about how to find Mo Ye hiding in the shadows through the ghost thing after taking the ghost thing that Mo Xie used to obstruct his eyes, a chilling voice came from the bud constructed by the manic power.

"Why are you forcing me?"

Not a declaration, not a roar, but a question.

The tone was faint, like a poet asking why the flowers on the branches were withering.

Meng Qi didn't know how to answer this question, or he still knew how to answer a second ago, before this voice came out, but he couldn't say it at this moment.

He saw a hand pass through the bud of the manic force, then the shoulder, the upper body......

It was the same situation as Meng Qi's hand passing through Mo Ye's body before, except that this time the active side was replaced by Mo Ye, and the passive side was replaced by runes.

Mo Ye's hand pointed forward, and Meng Qi, who was pointed at by him, struck violently.

Two words suddenly popped out of Meng Qi's mind: "Run".

Soon, however, he was ashamed of the idea he had made.

He is the messenger of the young lady, he is trusted and entrusted by the young lady, and his mission has not been completed.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

He cursed, then pulled out a pitch-black sword out of thin air and met it.

The sword was lit with cyan flames, which was his most signature move.

The sword blade was already pointing at Mo Ye's head.

The murderous intent is in full swing.

"Poof!"

Whether it was Mo Xie or Meng Qi, the speed of their fight this time was extremely fast, and almost in the second second after Meng Qi took out his sword, the figures of the two had already completed the staggering.

There was a soft sound, and I don't know which side it came from.

"Boy...... You're cheating!"

With a shout, the gray-haired old man turned around, and the sword in his hand was used as a crutch to support the weight of his body.

At some point, there was a cut in the shirt on his chest.

The blood soaked through the gray robe, and it was deep black.

"Good sword. ”

The 'turning' action happened to Mo Ye a little later than Meng Qi, and as this action occurred, the clothes on his upper body cracked from his right shoulder to his left crotch, like cutting paper.

He removed the tattered clothes from his body and touched the wound on his skin that was only in the white mark stage.

He walked towards Meng Qi and snatched the black sword from his hand as he walked past Meng Qi.

Meng Qi did not put up any resistance during the whole process, except that he stumbled and almost fell to the ground after the 'crutch' was lost.

"What kind of road are you?"

Meng Qi shouted behind Mo Ye's back.

He was unwilling, because he was defeated in vain.

But he also knew very well that he had no chance of winning from the start.

Because he couldn't even correctly judge whether the other party was a phantom or a reality.

He was defeated from the beginning, and all his subsequent moves, moves, and swords were actually just forcibly humiliating himself.

And the other party didn't even bother to kill him at all.

The wound to the chest was painful, but it wasn't fatal at all.

He had been disgracefully defeated, so he wanted to figure out what means he had been defeated, in the hope that he could regain some of the dignity he had lost.

“……”

Mo Ye was silent for a moment, he had already stepped over the large pit caused by the previous spell bombardment on the ground.

"'Virtualization', you should think of it as 'virtualization'. ”

He put Meng Qi's sword into the space bracelet, and never bothered with Meng Qi after dropping this sentence.

He was gone, and soon disappeared into the horizon under Meng Qi's gaze.

"Blurred...... Blur ......"

Meng Qi repeated the word, as if he wanted to find out the mystery of Mo Ye's body, and he even forgot to deal with the wound on his chest, as if he had fallen into a demon.

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When the night disperses, what ends is the carnival of the creatures of the night, and what begins is the consternation of the daywalkers.

Ten towns have evaporated overnight, and such news cannot be suppressed.

I don't know who first discovered such an anomaly, maybe it was a wanderer who returned to his hometown, stepped into his hometown after a night of driving, and was so shocked by what he saw that he dropped his suitcase. Perhaps it was a certain police inspector who was loyal to his duty and received several ridiculous reports at night, and went to the scene of the crime at his own expense after the shift was handed over. Or maybe a survivor of the incident woke up in the morning and suddenly found that the person he had slept in the same room last night had become a human being.

It doesn't matter who sent the message first, what matters is the content of the message.

Ten towns, tens of thousands of people died of blood.

The dead are gone, and the survivors have no memory of what happened that night.

Someone is dying tragically next to you, and you don't know anything about it.

A feeling of brushing shoulders with death and sleeping together.

The panic quickly erupted and then spread. At the same time, various explanations for this incident have also come one after another, some explain the phenomenon of 'spontaneous combustion', some explain the gangster (Mo Ye) and his accomplices, and some simply doubt the authenticity of the incident and deny it.

…… These are things that ordinary people can see and hear, and in places where the dawn can't reach, a conversation is about to begin.

"Daoists, you have always been in charge of the affairs of the blood clan's miscellaneous people, this time tens of thousands of ordinary people have died and dozens of Daoists have been lost, tell me, what should I do about this?"

Imperial capital, high-rise building, sofa meeting room.

Twelve people, all dressed in white, except for each with words embroidered on his chest.

These characters are: Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang, Feng, Chen, Zhu, and Wei.

This is a surname, and it is the original, untouched, and continuous twelve characters in "Hundred Family Names".

Twelve people, all of them young people.

The young man with the Li character embroidered on his chest asked the young man with the character embroidered on his chest, and at the same time, the other ten people also looked at the young man with the surname together.

"Don't look at me, this time it's a problem at the customs, and I'm not in charge of the customs, don't you say, Lao Wu?"

Kick the ball, obviously kick the ball.

"Why did it depend on me? The relationship and balance between foreign races have always been Brother Zheng's job......"

Passing the ball is passing, everyone here is a master here, if you can pull these people out to form a team, let alone rushing out of Asia, it is estimated that there is a drama in the world.