Song Manqiu hurriedly raised his longbow, but was pressed down by the Confucian who frowned and shook his head beside him.

"Senior Brother Qiu......" she looked surprised and puzzled.

Kong Ling also hurriedly said: "That person is not a thief of the Moon Worship Sect, my senior sister and I saw him stop the thief's dart car and rescue dozens of children! Chu Yun Chu Jun, you have also seen it!"

Jiang Chuyun and Jiang Chuyun's brothers were silent and did not speak, and their faces were ugly.

"This person has a bad heart, deliberately luring officers and soldiers into the urn, and then reaping the profits......" The person who spoke was surnamed Qiu Mingjin, and he was Jiang Hongyi's eldest disciple, and it was he who pressed down the longbow in Song Manqiu's hand.

"Sitting on the fishing profits?" Song Manqiu suddenly became a little angry, "Quelling the chaos is within your and my part, Bu Gongzi's generosity and help, how did it become a sitting and reaping fishing profits? What benefits did he get?"

Qiu Jin shook his head and said, "Senior Sister Song, Senior Sister Kong, you have been in the academy for a long time, and you have never seen the sinister ...... people's hearts."

Between the arguments of several people, the deadlock between people and ghosts on the other side of the river was suddenly broken, and nearly a hundred ghosts filled with black mist pounced on the middle three like hungry beasts frantically competing for food. Song Manqiu and Kong Ling let out an exclamation almost at the same time.

However, the ensuing scene was not what they had imagined.

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In an instant, the thunder flashed, the flower Taoist Deng Xiao stepped on the Hengxuan Dou, the trick was twisted through the dark hole, the mouth recited the golden light mantra, the clothes were blowing in the wind, the long hair was scattered, the expression on the face was resolute and chic, and there was no trace of despicability.

Monk Huiyuan shouted: "Missing the reincarnation of all souls to return to their places!" As soon as the words fell, two other figures appeared outside his body, plus his body, three identical Huiyuan monks, at the same time glowing with a faint golden light, really like three Vajra Arhats.

The black mist of the yin soul outside the circle was dense, almost blocking the morning light, like a huge moth scurrying, rushing forward and swooping up.

The smell of blood from corpses and the peculiar rancid stench of the Shadows blended into a disgusting aura that filled the streets along with the fear of life and death.

Deng Xiaoxian has never been so desperate, and Monk Huiyuan has even recruited his own soul in reincarnation to this realm, but the yin soul who is desperate for death seems to be killing endlessly, and he retreats a little and then turns over to kill.

In the blink of an eye, one of the clones of Monk Huiyuan disappeared before being wrapped in the Yin Spirit. And the pressure on his side suddenly increased.

In the middle of the crisis, dozens of brass flagpoles suddenly shot out from the bluestone cracks in the ground, and a clear cheer, "Array", I saw Luo Qingting holding the formation flag in both hands, like a flag division waving the battle flag in front of the army to order the troops, standing on the formation of the Eight Desolation Formations outside the alley.

On the other side of the Xiao Wall, Qingshan rushed out, and the guqin flipped and fell during the run, and was gently caught by her feet.

In an instant, the array flag and the ghost shadow flew, the sound of the piano and the spell were mixed, and more than 100 yin spirits and the seven divisions were inseparable, but after a few breaths, another doppelganger of the monk Huiyuan returned to reincarnation, and Deng Xiaoxian's curse Xuan also showed signs of weakness.

At this moment, in the middle of the street where the ghosts were most dense, between Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan, a long sword suddenly stabbed out with a cold light.

"The sword qi is cold and leans high in the morning sky, and the man is locked in the sun and the moon. In the past, the teeth and claws were like crazy tigers, and now they call the wind and thunder to Wolong!"

The sound of the piano, which is as anxious as the hooves of a war horse, seems to be gradually desolate in order to respond to the verses, and there is a trace of tragedy in the pride.

In the past, the teeth and claws were like crazy tigers, and now the wind and thunder are called to Wolong...... It seems to be telling the state of mind of the flower Taoist Deng Xiaoxian, the monk Huiyuan, Qingshan, or Bu'an. It has the same magic as the phrase "hide the weapon in the body and move when the time comes".

In the center of the battle group, the aura became faintly thick, and the speed and frequency of the Yin Spirit gradually slowed down.

Bu An made a hot iron, waved his sword and chanted: "People say that princes have a worldly seed, and I am rich and a cultivator. The avenue must be regarded as an adventure, and the dirty traces of the world must be treaded!"

At the moment when the poem was written, thunder rolled in the sky, and a rich aura poured from the river, from the streets, from the fields, and from all directions.

The ghosts all over the street suddenly became sluggish and slow, and their movements were all a beat slower, while the people of the Seven Divisions became more and more courageous.

Deng Xiaoxian's spell Xuan was able to use the aura outside his body, and at this time, his power surged, and the nine-character mantra summoned seventeen gold-armored warriors at once, killing the yin spirits gathered on his side to pieces.

When Qingshan stroked the qin, he sang softly: "In the past, the Tibetan teeth and claws were like an obsessive tiger, and now the wind and thunder are called to Wolong...... The avenue must be regarded as an adventure, and the dirty traces of the world must be ......"

By the time Bu'an finished reading, when he really rushed out with a long sword, there was nothing to do with him. The ghosts all over the street were surrounded by Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan, and the few who were caught did not escape the sound of the piano in Qingshan.

Of course, as always, the ghost hunt is over, and his business has just begun.

He first ordered the people to take the blind man to find out if there were any cellars in the town where people could be kept, and he said that he would stay here and check them all to see if there were any officers and soldiers alive.

Everyone looked at the corpses all over the ground and wondered how could there be any living people, but there was no nonsense.

Then, Bu An stepped on the street full of corpses of officers and soldiers, running back and forth in pools of blood, looking down from time to time. Even if his limbs are not complete, he has to turn them over and take a look.

There are so many ghosts on the whole street, except for the night when Cangjie died inexplicably, he has never encountered it, of course, he has to race against time to rub it.

Running and running, he suddenly saw Song Manqiu coming towards him.

"Step Boy ......"

She looked a little strange, but Bu An didn't have time to think about it, so she ran forward with a casual "oh", and then met Kong Ling and the Jiang brothers...... met the head of the soldier who had stopped the seven divisions on the official road.

The soldier's face was extremely ugly, as if he was trembling all over, and Bu An only glanced at him more, turned around and continued to rummage.

"What are you still looking for? All are dead thanks to you!" a young Confucian shouted at him.

Bu An ignored him, of course he was dead, he knew very well, he was just pretending, otherwise running back and forth on the streets full of corpses and pools of blood would not be regarded as a madman.

"Step Boy...... I know you're guilty...... But people can't be resurrected from death......"

Song Manqiu's two feet met Bu'an's eyes, he moved his gaze from these feet up, and secretly said "Long legs", then shook his head to avoid Song Manqiu, and continued to run to the other side of the street.

One hundred and sixty-seven, one hundred and sixty-eight...... Two hundred and twenty-one ......

The number of ghost qi entering the body has never risen since it reached two hundred and forty-two, but the quality of the ghost qi rubbed today is very high, and each one is very strong, almost increasing the total amount of Rang An's divine soul by as much as fifty percent. But the battle line was stretched too long, and a lot of them still ran away.

Bu An calculated like this, and saw Song Manqiu walking up again, and the young Confucian who spoke hard just now was beside him.

The Confucian opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but was interrupted by a shout from afar.

"Master Bu...... Here, here, here!!" was the voice of a blind man.

"I'm here!Have you found Xinyu!?" Bu An quickly turned his head and ran towards the place where the voice came from.