The plane speed is very fast, I feel that it will only be a while to arrive in Fengdu, Sichuan, on the plane I just sit there to recuperate, and when I arrived at the ancient city of Fengdu, the clouds over the ancient city are surging, and countless breaths are intertwined. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA big dragon lies in the ancient city, protecting the people in the ancient city from being hurt by all kinds of breaths in the sky, and the sky is a mess of snakes chasing and messing, and there are several powerful dragons that have been peeking at the big dragon in the city.

The ancient city of Fengdu was called "the ghost city of Xudu" a long time ago, and was also called "Bazi Bedu", in the Zhou Shifeng belonged to the boundary of Ba country, and once built Bazi Bedu. Legend has it that the entrance of the underworld is the city, people build the ghost king stone carving in the city of Fengdu according to their own understanding, and there are many buildings that express the underworld in the ghost city, such as the Hum Ha Temple, the Temple of the Son of Heaven, the Naihe Bridge, the Huangquan Road, the Wangxiang Terrace, the Medicine King Palace, etc. I went to the place where Fengdu went first, and then I went to the ghost king stone carving, at this moment the sky has been dark, "the rain in the Qingming season" this ancient saying is expressed, every year during the Qingming Dynasty, the sky rains heavily.

The various breaths in the high altitude are entangled, and the fight of the snake is even stronger, and the sky is dark and becomes a rainstorm that is about to come. I bought a pair of sunglasses from an eye shop and put them on, but it attracted some people to point fingers, after all, wearing a monk's uniform and sunglasses, there was a full sense of pretence. I don't plan to replace it, but the abbot of Zhengxin has prepared a tighter one for me, and it won't look dragging when I fight.

When he closed his eyes, the qi of yin and yang converged in his eyes, and his pupils instantly dilated a few points and turned golden, but his pupils turned into pure black. I can clearly see in the crowd that the qi emanating from the passers-by is no longer so pure.

The qi emitted by the human body is the same color, and the cultivators and the yin and evil spirits will emit different colors of qi, and the cultivation of the righteous path is the cultivation of pure qi, and the cultivation of the demon path will gather a body of turbidity. After opening my eyes, I could easily distinguish the monks and yin objects in the crowd, and when I wandered around until nearly 6 o'clock in the evening, I didn't see any people from the Heavenly Ghost Gate in the city, not even a single person from the Qi Gate.

Just as I was about to give up, I saw a blood-colored figure flash in a dark corner, and I thought I was dazzled, until I reached the place where the blood-colored figure disappeared. Stretched out his hand and probed carefully, and in an inconspicuous corner of the wall, he found a blood qi closed his eyes and sensed it carefully, how did this breath feel a little familiar.

The figure of a woman flashed in my mind, and I suddenly opened my eyes, this breath... Same as the aura on Nagasawa's body, could it be that the Dongying ninja has some conspiracy to use the aura on his body to collect that trace of blood. After finding a hotel nearby and checking in, he took out a spirit seeking talisman from his arms, and put the blood qi into the talisman with a sword in his hand, and a wisp of spiritual sense attached to the spirit seeking talisman.

Rumble!

The Soul Seeker Talisman burned out of thin air, and out of the light of the fire jumped a mouse, its blood-red eyes squeaking at me. Because my spiritual sense was attached to the mouse, a picture appeared in my mind that the mouse saw. Satisfied, he touched the mouse's head and said, "Go ahead." And he sat cross-legged on the bed, and the spiritual sense followed the mouse into the distance.

The rat ran on the nearest path, spun around a wall, and when he lay in a corner, he saw a ninja in a nightsuit emerge from the darkness. He took out a piece of rune paper from his bosom, the pattern on which I couldn't read but gave me a sense of danger, and the rune paper disappeared when it was pasted on the wall. As the ninja pulled out the rune paper, I saw a blood-colored cherry blossom mark on his wrist through the mouse's eyes.

After pasting the rune paper, the ninja ran in the other direction, his footsteps were silent in the dark, and the cornices were extremely fast between jumping and grabbing, but fortunately, the spirit talisman was not an ordinary mouse, otherwise it would really be lost. Ninjas wore rune paper in many places in the city, and sometimes when they turned the corner, their night clothes disappeared, but instead walked out of a person who had never seen their faces, and several times seemed to be supporting and touching the walls on both sides of the street, but there was a piece of rune paper in their hands that quietly blended into the wall.

The man obviously didn't finish his job so quickly, I stopped paying attention to the spirit search talisman, got up and walked out of the inn, curious about what the talisman paper was, and walked towards the corner of my memory. There was nothing abnormal about groping the wall with his hand, knocking on the wall with his hand, listening to the sound reflected from the wall was also solid, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, where did the rune paper go.

Could it be that this is some kind of magic that can't be done, he carried a trace of aura and crossed in front of him, looking at the wall, and sure enough, there was a rune paper with mysterious runes painted on the wall. No matter how you look at this rune paper, it is the same as the spell mark used by the Onmyoji last time, could it be that this rune paper is from the hand of the Onmyoji. With a stream of spiritual power, he pulled out the rune paper. But the rune paper was just in contact with the air, and the spell mark on it emitted a red light, and in my eyes, the rune paper was frantically inhaling the surrounding qi and expanding.

At this moment, I couldn't think much about it, and I used the aura with my hands to suppress the spell mark on the rune paper, but because it was half a beat late, I was still absorbed by the rune paper. The aura still can't suppress the spell, is this the rhythm of preparing for the explosion? For a while, I only felt that my hand was shaking violently, and I couldn't control the rune paper more and more. Boom! There was a muffled sound and the paper suddenly exploded, and the impact of the explosion shook me out, and I struggled on the ground, only to feel a tightness in my chest and a little numbness in my body.

"I'll wipe it, what kind of thing these Dongying people are doing, and they also bring self-explosions."

He cursed in his mouth, but fortunately, there was still some residual gas from the explosion in his hand, and his left hand controlled the qi to nourish it with his own spiritual temperature, and his right hand took out the spirit talisman from his arms and threw the spirit talisman into the air. With his left hand, he poured the remaining qi into the Soul Seeking Talisman, and with his right hand, the spiritual light soared and pointed at the Spirit Seeking Talisman with his sword, and read, "Let me see what kind of conspiracy you have resorted to." Seek qi and find spiritual arts, and draw qi to refine the talisman body. Daohua gathers rune spirits, and the Three Realms are traced. -Disease. ”

After a trace of spiritual sense was attached to the rune paper, the rune paper suddenly turned into a spirit goshawk, and let out an eagle's cry to the sky and flew to the sky, and a pair of eagle eyes scanned the entire Fengdu. Bright spots appeared, each representing a piece of rune paper, and then thousands of bright spots appeared in the city. "it!" In that alley, I swallowed inadvertently, if each photoelectric represented a piece of that kind of rune paper, if it was really an explosive rune paper, once it was detonated, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Walking towards another place that is closer to the spiritual light, sure enough, I found that kind of rune paper under the wall, this time I learned smartly, and carefully peeled off the rune paper with spiritual power, without promoting the root. When the rune paper was peeled off from the wall, I immediately sealed it with my own aura, and when the rune paper fell lightly in my hand, I fumbled around it and smelled it, the rune paper was drawn with thick ink mixed with cinnabar, and there was also this toughness, carefully put it in my arms, but I had to be careful that it exploded in my arms.

Putting away the spiritual consciousness in the spirit seeking rune in the sky, the goshawk let out a hiss and turned into a streamer on the sky, and the spiritual consciousness controlled the streamer to bring the coordinates of all the rune papers in the ghost city back to my mind. When the spiritual consciousness returned to my mind, I stumbled under my feet and almost fell to the ground, the consumption of spiritual power was too great. When I got back to the inn and rested cross-legged for a while, I reconnected with the mouse.

At this moment, the little mouse was lying in the grass in the field, and there were many ninjas there, and they were gathering to discuss something. It's a pity that they speak their own language, and I can't understand it at all, I can only understand some of the Chinese mixed in their words, but the information is pitiful. Carefully control the little mouse, carve a magic seal on a ninja, and let the little mouse run to a hidden place and dissipate directly into the air, at this moment I am slightly tired, and in a short period of time to separate two spiritual senses, it is really a little unbearable.

It seems that the time is now. It was already close to 8 o'clock, and my head was a little dizzy from the excessive use of mental energy in the past two hours. Pranayama has little effect, and it is completely a mental deficit, unless there is some soothing medicine. Forced to endure sleepiness in the city of Xudu walked around, still no Taoist figures, because today is Qingming night There are not many people going out, and there is already lightning in the sky.

Walking on the road, you can feel the strong aura of the earth, and occasionally a few vague figures pass by, but you can't tell whether it is really a person or a ghost.