"The old warden means ......"

"I don't believe there are such coincidences. [So I hid in a small mountain village and thought hard for ten years, and came to one conclusion: one of the three of us must be a thief.] ”

Mu Canghai said coldly: "Lao Tzu is not unlucky, a guy bumped into two bastard old Wang Ba who are outstanding in martial arts and evil in swordsmanship. This qiē is the result of someone's careful design, causing us to fall alone, only to encounter unimaginable opponents. ”

Tan Yinyang finally understood, flicked the tattered armor on his knees, and said coldly: "The covenant of Izumo Guan was made by the family teacher, and the old prison master's intention is to suspect that the master of the first gate sold the old prison master and the city god?" ”

Mu Canghai snorted, and dusted his knees and legs casually: "That's not it." I'm only sure that I didn't do this by myself, and for ten years, I've been suspicious of your dead ghost master and the second boss of Baili Slaughter City. The innocent of the two may not be able to trust me. In the final analysis, the person who starts is not necessarily the one who sets the trap. ”

He smiled and said, "It wasn't until you showed up tonight that I was finally sure: it turns out that this qiē is all a ghost made by your master." He is the shameless subordinate who betrayed his colleagues and betrayed the sect, just for his own selfishness, with his tail between his legs for ten years, and was willing to be someone else's lackey! ”

"Presumptuous!"

Tan Yinyang slapped the handrail and got up with his sword: "Mu Canghai, don't you think that "Yin Yang Road" can't deal with you, so you spray people with blood and wantonly insult my Yin Soldier Sect Master!" ”

Mu Canghai did not show weakness, glanced at a pair of orange-red evil eyes, and sneered contemptuously: "If you are not a wooden stupid donkey, or you will break your brain." I know that what Lao Tzu said is true. This decade. The two Lao Tzu brothers, as well as the hundred miles of slaughter city, are extinct. The two sects of Shura Prison and City God Pavilion were almost wiped out, why was only one of your Yin Soldiers Sect able to fly away and save part of their strength? ”

Ding Bao and Wang Tu of Yutai knew that these two people were obviously mistaken, where was the City God Pavilion wiped out, it was just a rebirth of a different skin, but they were afraid that the impact would be greater and more ruthless than before! Like that judge, who has actually become the first housekeeper of Xuanhua Mansion, and is not even a bird in Baihai Pavilion, where can the City God be worse?!

And these people are obviously very deeply involved with the heavenly soldiers!

So it seems. This Baili Slaughter City is the most suspicious object, perhaps, he is the first to be subdued by Ning Wuming!

It's a pity that the two people in the hall don't know this, and in the face of Mu Canghai's questioning, Tan Yinyang was speechless for a while, and he couldn't answer.

Mu Canghai was unforgiving, holding on to the white bone handrail and standing up, aggressive: "How did your master escape, and why did the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Emperor abandon it and let your master show his power in secret?" The answer is simple. Because they have already colluded with your master! They eradicated dissidents for your master and restored the three sects of hell to one, and your master hid for them for ten years. Be willing to be a lackey! ”

Tan Yinyang was furious, but it was difficult to argue, and he took a few steps in anger, and refuted with a halberd: "You...... Sling the bull! ”

In the secret room, Ding Bao looked at it: "Oops! How can he always have the same plan? ”

Sure enough, Mu Canghai took advantage of his anger to faint, and the rain-like "Shura White Bone Claw" turned out from under his robe, Tan Yinyang couldn't parry it before, and this hastily attacked was even more unfavorable.

Tan Yinyang suppressed a mouthful of warm blood in his throat, and was about to withdraw, but his breath was suffocated, and his neck was already sunk into a white bone claw.

Mu Canghai rolled his evil eyes, lifted the huge skull head of the Dharma King in front of him, and closed the tip of his nose a few times, feeling slightly stunned: "Huh! It's ......"

Suddenly, he came to his senses, showed Huang Sensen's fangs, and said with an evil smile: "Interesting! Tan Yinyang, that old ghost, actually accepted a-"

I was going to crush the throat, but between my thoughts, I didn't know what I thought, and I didn't know what I thought.

Tan Yinyang escaped from death, and didn't think of getting out to fight back, so he actually tore off the tattered cloak outside the armor and put it on his head, like child's play.

This move is worse than a splashy fight on the street corner, Mu Canghai saved the heart of a cat and a mouse, and he didn't let go of his throat, tearing his cloak casually, and sneering: "That's it......"

Before he finished speaking, there was a flower in front of him, and he fell to the ground with his head in his arms, rolling and wailing.

"Take ...... Take it away! Fast...... Fast...... Get out of the way! Painfully killed...... Wow! It hurts, it hurts to die! ”

Tan Yinyang stroked his neck, and grabbed the yellow paper that fell in the air, which was shaken out of the torn cloak.

He lit up the yellow paper in front of him and said with a smile: "Old prison master, what's wrong with you?" It's just a page of the mantra of the five ancestors of the Southern Sect, what is there to be afraid of? ”

Mu Canghai was so painful that his whole body spasmed, his limbs were twisted, and his whole body was curled up in a ball, shaking uncontrollably, and he didn't dare to open his eyes.

The ruthless, cunning, and unpredictable Shura prison master actually seemed to be suffering from leprosy epilepsy, and he didn't even have the strength to get up, and if he didn't see it with his own eyes, the straight sect wouldn't dare to believe it.

Tan Yinyang wiped the blood stains on his lips, and pretended to be abrupt: "This king understands, this is not an ordinary mantra grass statue, but a contemporary heavenly master who wrote and painted the 'Xudu Zhang Shi' in the Golden Eight Surnames, and the painting is the five ancestors of the Southern Sect." The most good way to exorcise demons, it seems that you are really a demon, old prison master! ”

The yellow pages in his hand were slightly raised, as if the wind was stronger and would be brittle into countless paper butterflies, and there was no terrifying power at all.

However, Mu Canghai still convulsed, and he didn't seem to be pretending at all.

Ding Bao in the secret room was confused, and exchanged glances with the king of Shantai, only to see her mite slightly, indicating that this Heavenly Master's 'exorcism talisman' is not the nonsense of the Yin and Yang Dharma King, and it is true.

"But I don't understand why it's working."

The king of the Tai Dynasty opened his lips slightly and said silently.

The two of them were full of suspicions, but they heard Mu Canghai say leisurely: "The story that the old prison master just said, this king has never heard of it, but the first master once told me that before his old man parted ways with the old prison master in the past, he saw the old prison master in a wonderful Taoist master, called 'Five Ancestors Jianming'. ”

"This martial art not only almost ruined the old prison master's lifelong practice of "Shura Gong", but also deeply imprinted a ban into the old prison master's brain, just to see the kind of 'exorcism talisman' or 'portrait of the five ancestors' that ordinary people bought every New Year's holiday. The mark carved in the old prison master's skull will move with it. The pain will be the same as it was at the beginning of the stroke. It doesn't dissipate no matter how long it takes. After watching it for a long time, the old prison master's brain will be boiled into a boiling ball of fish white porridge paste, and Ren Da Luo Jinxian can't save it. ”

"As long as the four walls are plastered with this kind of talisman and sketch, even if it is a thatched-roof earthen house, Mu Canghai's superb eyesight can turn it into a copper wall and iron wall, and you can't touch it."

"I remember the ...... of the first teacher"

Tan Yinyang smiled faintly: "That's what I said." ”

"Rebel...... Traitor...... Traitor ......"

Mu Canghai hugged his head and groaned in pain, curled up like a cooked shrimp.

Tan Yinyang took out a stack of old yellow talisman seals and images from the half-cut cloak, and shook it in the wind. The bluestone floor in the main hall seems to bulge a round bag of lonely tombs, scattered with countless thin yellow paper charms and rough portraits, and the place is desolate and desolate.

Ding Bao looked at the strange images and words on the broken pages between the yellow paper flying, only to feel a little familiar, and his mind moved, and took out the small piece of wood cut from the old Tibetan scripture building for comparison, and then compared with the small strange characters and strange patterns carved in the secret room, it was indeed a very similar style.

"I ...... I get it! ”

For Mu Qiutao, who also won the "Five Ancestors Sword Inscription". The bottom of the old canonical building is indeed "full of organs" and "full of deadly dangers" everywhere!

But this mechanism is not a crossbow arrow, flying stones, knife pits, but Taoist talismans and portraits of the five ancestors carved all over the walls, beams and pillars, and even utensils, tables and beds.

Mu Qiutao got the mantra for entering and exiting the attic out of nowhere. But he couldn't risk boiling his brains and looking for things on the shelves engraved with talismans and images, so he had to cooperate with Qi Yanxin and Ding Bao.

And entering the attic to search, it is not necessarily necessary to Ding Bao.

In this world, except for those who have learned the "Five Ancestors Sword Inscription", anyone can enter the Tibetan Scripture Building.

This also explains why when Ding Bao entered the cabinet for two nights, the oil in the porcelain lamp was full, and there were no mosquitoes, flies and dust falling.

Although it is remote and abandoned, the old scripture building is still cleaned after all.

The only one who can't go in is Mu Qiutao.

Now it seems that there is still a sea of Mucang!

Looking at Mu Canghai, who was covered with yellow pages, Ding Bao suddenly sighed: "This person is cruel and vicious, good at playing with people's hearts, often thinks of himself as a Shura devil, and he also pretends to be a ghost when he practices martial arts. And now a few pages of Fu seals and portraits of the Five Ancestors that can be seen everywhere on the market can make him toss and wail, life is worse than death, although the sword ancestor Ning Wuming's hand 'Five Ancestors Sword Inscription' is not killed, but it is also ironic. ”

In the empty and silent hall, Mu Canghai's painful moans echoed, his breath was thick and his breath was slow.

The victory and defeat have been divided, Tan Yinyang was full of ambition, pulled out the soft blade on his waist with a "sonorous", the tip of the sword was against Mu Canghai's back, his hands held the hilt of the sword, and he said sharply: "Mu Canghai!" This king came to summon you in the heart of love, but you don't know what to do, don't complain about this king! ”

Just wait for a fortune bet, and you have to finish the calamity for him.

On the line of life and death, Mu Canghai struggled and hissed: "Bixia...... Seal Record...... Not yet ...... Don't kill ......"

Holding his head and curling up, trembling, it is difficult to form sentences.

Tan Yinyang hesitated, and between thoughts, the tip of the soft-bladed sword sneered, stabbing a few blood holes in Mu Canghai's back, sealing his acupoints with strength.

Wang Tu shook his head and said softly: "The trick of the blue-robed scholar ten years ago seems to be still effective today. This Mu Canghai takes the enemy as a teacher, which is really powerful. ”

Tan Yin Yang returned the sword into the sheath, and the iron flute in his sleeve made a move against the wind, bursting out with a terrible scream, and the Yin soldiers and generals outside the hall moved when they heard the sound, and tied Mu Canghai into a meat dumpling with the torn long cloak and the fragments of the talisman seal.

"Mu Canghai, this king will spare your life, I hope you are worth it."

With a wave of his hand, all the Yin soldiers poured into the hall, still leading the way with the moon lantern, leading the horse and carrying the seat, and it was clean in a moment, as if the Yin and Yang Road was closed at dawn, and all the ghosts and spirits who borrowed the road returned to the night without delay. (To be continued!)

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