The white zetu fell to the ground, rolled forward for a moment, rolled up on its own as if spiritual, and burst out with a soft white floating light.

Li Chunfeng suddenly felt that his head didn't hurt when he saw the light, and he hurriedly picked up the scroll and put it in Tang Ying's arms. It didn't take long for her eyes to open, but her head still felt like pins and needles.

Li Chunfeng opened her eyelids and looked at it, and found that there was a faint red thread passing through the pupil, and he was immediately shocked in his heart! This characteristic is clearly a sign of witchcraft. He had heard Tang Ying describe Li Zhizhong's curse, and he shuddered when he thought of the consequences.

So he put Tang Yingping on the bed, pasted a talisman to protect the soul on the door and window of the bed, and took off the peachwood sword hanging on the wall and ran out of the door.

It was pitch black outside, and the stars and moon seemed to have been swallowed up.

He picked up the charm with his sword, and the two burning runes hung around him like two dim lanterns. Fei went uproom to look, but saw that the door outside was obviously locked, and it had been opened at some point, and it was blown by the wind and opened and closed, as if beckoning to him.

Li Chunfeng has subdued demons and subdued demons for decades, and I don't know how many times I have seen the night walk of the hundred ghosts in Chang'an City during the Midyear Festival, which can be described as a master of art and bold.

However, this time the situation is different, the one who can curse the emperor must not be an idle person, and Tang Ying himself is blessed by white fire, and ordinary evil techniques cannot be approached at all, and he has no way of knowing when the enemy approached Tang Ying, and he has been with Tang Ying for so long, but he has not found a clue!

He carefully identified the demonic energy in the yin wind, and he did not notice the slightest demonic qi except that there was an imperceptible distortion in the dark space.

He wanted to chase him out to take a look, but he was afraid that Tang Ying would encounter danger again, so he bit his fingertips and made a very sharp, but not large-scale defensive formation technique in the air at the four corners of the roof. After ensuring that Tang Ying could rush back as soon as he was in danger, he jumped out of the hospital in a volley.

There was a stench of burnt corpses at the doorway. By the faint light of the spell's burning, he saw three sharp blade marks on a mountain rock outside the door, like the three left by the claws of a tiger.

He searched for footprints around him in confusion, but found nothing. There has never been a precedent for tigers in Xishan...... He muttered and ran more than a dozen feet to the left and right, but still found nothing. As he walked back, he casually glanced at the paw prints on the stone again. At this time, the angle of view is a little different from just now, and these paw prints have changed from vertical to horizontal. It turned out to be like a trigram in gossip!

Li Chunfeng's head buzzed. Bagua, gossip, there should be eight hexagrams, there is one here, so where are the others? He couldn't deduce the type of magic circle by looking at just one thing, so he went crazy and searched around the small courtyard as the center, but he didn't find any other hexagram other than that.

After tossing for most of the night, he dragged his tired body back to the small courtyard, and found that Tang Ying no longer seemed to be in pain, and had fallen asleep with Bai Zetu in his arms.

He began to suspect that this time it was not an attack on Tang Ying? Maybe it's the two masters who fight to affect the small courtyard?

I didn't fall asleep until midnight, and at dawn the next day, Tang Ying didn't feel uncomfortable. The two exchanged opinions, and both accepted the speculation that was affected, and did not take it to heart.

Who knows, on the second and third days, this strange sound appeared again. Li Chunfeng's symptoms became lighter and milder, but Tang Ying was the opposite, and on the third day, some bright red blood flowed from her ears.

Li Chunfeng was so anxious that he couldn't sit idly by, no matter whether the person who was secretly casting the spell was targeting them or not, he couldn't sit idly by.

On the evening of the fourth day, he hung a precious bronze gossip mirror on the top of the bed, and let Tang Ying lie on his back in the middle of the bed with Bai Zetu in his arms. He put on his robes, put on hundreds of charms in his sleeves and belts, and set off with his own dust whisk fully armed.

He felt that he might have been misled by the gossip symbols, thus ignoring the origin of the circle. So he lit an unobtrusive black paper sky lantern in the courtyard, and stood on the top of the sky lantern with his own breath, slowly rising as it rose, observing the anomalies lurking in the West Mountain little by little. The owl who was called to help also flew up quietly, interspersed among the dense woods, as the spirit animal of this mountain forest, it should be more handy than Li Chunfeng in terms of perceptual abnormalities.

He already has amazing eyesight, and today he is even more energetic, paying a lot of spiritual power to his eyes, so in the dark col, any small movement can be seen by him.

I watched so quietly for an hour. In the depths of the mountain forest, a yellow-brown smoke gradually emerged, slowly drifting towards the small courtyard of the West Mountain along the direction of the wind. Li Chunfeng remembered that before the Battle of Qianling last year, Tang Ying encountered the black-robed man burning clay puppets in Xishan, and immediately jumped off the sky lantern and rushed towards the hidden cave in the mountain.

When he arrived at the cave, he did not rush into it, but quietly observed the trunk of the tree, only to see that the yellow smoke was getting thinner and thinner, and it seemed to be about to disperse. Looking around, there seemed to be no trace of the black-robed man. It stands to reason that if you fire something important, you should keep it every step of the way...... If there is nothing outside the cave, is it inside the cave?

He secretly filled his sleeves, trying to get a whirlwind to go in and blow away the yellow smoke. If there is someone inside, it will definitely be lured out. While he was engrossed in chanting, a shadow suddenly floated in the darkness less than half a meter behind him. A pair of pale and slender hands stretched out out of thin air from the darkness, slowly stretching forward, almost pinching Li Chunfeng's neck!

At this moment, a sharp birdsong pierced through the air. That hand hesitated and blinked, but it was enough for Li Chunfeng to notice the abnormality and dodge.

The black-robed man emerged from the darkness, his long black hair dancing without wind, obscuring his pale face.

Li Chunfeng held the dust in front of his chest, and asked sharply: "Is the opposite side an enemy or a friend, what is the reason to lure Chunfeng out?" ”

After hearing this, the man in black laughed softly, the voice was like a jade bead falling on a plate, crisp and good, "Is it friend or foe?" Hehe, it can be an enemy or a friend, it depends on what you do. Li Chunfeng ......"

Li Chunfeng observed him carefully and found that he was very young. He had cultivated the Dao technique of eternal appearance, so it was easy to distinguish what was cultivated and what was innate. The person in front of him could be sure that he was a young man from the details of his bones, skin, and voice. But his spiritual power is strange and abundant, and he can already be counted among the masters. It is hard for Li Chunfeng to imagine that young people can have such attainments, at least when he was young, he could not compare.

When the black-robed man saw that he was looking at him, he said, "Don't try to guess my identity, you won't be able to guess even if you die." Why can't you learn from Yuan Tiangang, just cooperate with me, let's just take what we need, why do you have to know who I am? ”

When Li Chunfeng heard Yuan Tiangang's name, he couldn't help but tremble, "You! Sure enough, you used evil magic to make the puppet of the Holy Lord, and it was you who cast a spell to endanger the life of the Holy Lord today! ”

After hearing this, the black-robed man did not defend himself, but admitted a little proudly, "Li Chunfeng, you guessed well." So, you also know that you are not my opponent at all. Why don't we talk about it, and save your torn fox pill from becoming scum, how about it? ”