The aura gradually emerged, and the sky was covered with black clouds, and the entire Qilu was shrouded in aura, borrowing such a scene.

The heavy black clouds gathered between the heavens and the earth, heavy, as if pressing on people's hearts, and the pale arc of electricity swaying in the clouds brought a little depression.

Maybe it's the wrong way to regenerate Reiki.

In short, the fairy age imagined by mortals will most likely not be the apocalyptic scene in front of them.

"Whew"

In the light chirping of the eagle, the crested eagle soared out of the black clouds in the sky, with a touch of broken mist, and fell to the top of this mountain, it circled for several weeks, its eyes roamed below, and finally found a familiar figure.

So it changed direction and flew downward.

After folding his wings and gliding for a hundred feet, he spread his wings again, unloaded his strength, and finally landed on the left arm of the dashing boy who was dressed in white and holding a black fan.

Zhang Lan stood on the top of the mountain, letting the wind with aura blow his tied hair and the wide sleeves and corners.

"Why do you seem to have gained weight?"

He teased, reaching out and striking the crested eagle in front of him on the forehead.

Qingqing's domesticated wind was not as irritable as that of Jinghong and Qingluan, and it only made a strange cry of dissatisfaction with Zhang Lan's tapping, and did not peck him with its sharp beak.

Of course, it is also possible that it is because Zhang Lan's little white cat is lying on the shoulder of the shovel officer, looking at it with fierce eyes.

This is the big guy.

Can't afford to mess with.

The crested eagle can only eat this stuffy loss.

Zhang Lan reached out from under the wind's claws, took out the rolled letter, and waved his hand again, asking the bird to find a place to rest, he unfolded the letter paper, and glanced at it roughly, and a smile appeared on Junxiu's face.

In the next moment, Zhang Lan turned around, and the moment she stood on tiptoe, the whole person disappeared from the top of the mountain as if she had brought out a wisp of afterimage.

This free-hand footwork is indeed a great achievement, and it already has the six-point demeanor of his father Zhang Moxie.

A moment later, Zhang Lan appeared in the back mountain.

There are a lot of people busy here.

Led by the great monk Zhenji, a group of monks from Dongying arranged things that Zhang Lan couldn't understand, like a formation, and the warrior monks of Nirvana Temple were helping on the side.

This cannot be done by anyone else.

After all, it is the magic of Buddhism, and with the arrangement of people who are proficient in Buddhism, there will be no mistakes.

He walked briskly around the front, and at the front of the dense graves scattered all over the mountains, he found Shen Qiu.

The man was standing in front of a tombstone, and he put his hand on it, as if to hang the soul of the dead.

"The news of the young girl is here."

Zhang Lan took a few steps forward, behind Shen Qiu, and whispered:

"Under Zibo City, they repelled the first wave of attacks by the Penglai ghosts, and nearly 10,000 ghosts were wiped out in one battle, and the battle stopped for a while.

The masters of the Five Dragons Villa led by Qin Xuming also joined them and held on there.

But the ghosts are menacing, and there are many of them, and the girl said that they may not be able to hold out until we rush over. ”

"They have to hold on."

Shen Qiu withdrew his hand from the tombstone in front of him.

He said:

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to hold on, in this battle, I handed over the best resources at hand to the Qingqing girl, and this battle will be the battle for the founding of the country when Da Chu returns.

If you can't win, it's a joke to rebuild Da Chu in the future. ”

Zhang Lan nodded.

What Shen Qiu said was the truth, if you want to rebuild the prosperous era of Great Chu, how can it be so easy?

Even if Shen Qiu had done his best to pave the way for Qingqing, there were always some things that could only be done by Qingqing herself. If she can't convince the public, can she rely on the bloodline of the Fan family to make the world surrender after nearly 30 years of chaos?

"And one better thing."

Zhang Lan grinned and said to Shen Qiu;

"Jinghong, still alive."

"Huh?"

Shen Qiu, whose face was a little silent, opened his eyes at this moment, and he looked at Zhang Lan, with a touch of joy in his clear eyes.

"That unlucky bird was indeed seriously injured by a sneak attack."

Zhang Lan shook the letter in his hand and said:

"But it's lucky, it was saved by a friend of yours, and the injury is almost the same, but the wing is injured and can't fly long distances, and now that you're with Qingqing, you don't have to be sad anymore."

"Who saved it?"

Loving pets to survive naturally made Shen Qiu's heart happy, he rubbed his chin and asked:

"I don't remember, I have friends, near that battlefield, isn't it, Yang Fu who likes to follow the army to join in the fun?"

"Nope."

Zhang Lan squeezed her eyes meaningfully and said:

"It's your brother-in-law. The defenders of the Qingqing girl can retreat from the ten thousand ghosts and rush into battle, and they are also blessed by the bastard boy's heartlessness and crazy battle. ”

“？”

Shen Qiu's face was a little unsightly now.

Of course he knew who Zhang Lan was talking about, but what about the little bastard who was still messing with Zhang Chu now, just like that, he still wanted to continue to contact and develop with Qingqing?

Phew, don't even think about it!

He moved his fingers, ignoring the matter, and was not interested in talking more to Zhang Lan.

This guy is the kind who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and when he was in the country and the people, Zhang Lan, the number one, was the first to go to the guillotine.

"Great Sword Master, everything is ready."

After a few breaths, the great monk Zhenji, who was wearing a black monk's robe and carrying a hat, stepped forward and said to Shen Qiu respectfully:

"The aura is concentrated enough to summon the spirit, and we can begin. But the old monk still has to remind the Great Sword Saint that although the evil spirit here is heavy, the dead souls in the tomb have passed for several years.

Except for some spirits who are deeply resentful or obsessed, the others are afraid that they have dissipated between heaven and earth. ”

Shen Qiu took a step back.

He looked at the tombstone in front of him, and the three words on the tombstone.

He said:

"This may be the case in other places, after all, in the era when the aura does not exist, no matter how unwilling it is, it can only return to heaven and earth, but here, it is different here."

The old monk Zhenji hesitated.

He couldn't understand why Shen Qiu was so confident in the thousands of tombs in front of him.

"The master doesn't know the story of this place."

Zhang Lan sensed the old monk's hesitation, and he replied for Shen Qiu:

"I don't know what kind of miracles have happened here, and I don't know what kind of heroes and heroes the spirits sleeping here are. If the Master had known their story, he would not have asked the question of today. ”

The playboy opened the black fan, and swayed twice on his chest in the black air, and he looked at the tombs on the hillside in front of him, and said:

"If we can't borrow Yin soldiers here, then there will be no place in the world where we can summon the reinforcements we need."

Shen Qiu took a deep breath, took out an object from behind him, and held it in his hand.

The wind is blowing more and more irritable, and the aura in the wind has been so strong that it makes people feel light.

He said:

"Needless to say, master, let's start, welcome the heroes back to the world, wait with me, and then do the last battle!"

The old monk nodded.

He retreated into the formation in the rear, this formation was not the formation of the Central Plains inheritance, the aura did not exist for thousands of years, and that inheritance had already disappeared, and even in the Jade Emperor Palace, there was no complete soul summoning technique.

However, the spiritual attraction technique obtained from the Five Immortal Views can only be used to awaken the spirits who have cultivated their souls from their slumber, and cannot be used to induce ordinary spirits.

What's more, what Shen Qiu wants to invite today is not as simple as one or two souls.

However, Dongying's side, there is a complete ghost inheritance, which was spread by the Penglai immortals in order to cultivate the onmyoji, and now the Dongying ghost is in a desperate situation in the world, which has a credit for this large-scale spell that summons evil spirits.

Today, Shen Qiu wants to use Penglai's own secret method to borrow reinforcements and destroy Penglai's own plan.

It can really be described as a thing in the world, a peck and a drink, and it has its own destiny.

"Buzz"

Monk Zhenji folded his hands and used cinnabar rune paper and other materials on the ground to draw the magic circle, silently reciting the scriptures, holding the sandalwood Buddhist beads with both hands, and at the moment of chanting the scriptures, there was a strong wind blowing from the mountain behind.

With the wonderful method of Buddhism, the aura is induced, and the light of the Buddha around the body gradually appears.

Those halos visible to the naked eye, wrapped around the body of the monk Zhenji, like amber colorful streamers, as the sound of his chanting became louder and louder, one by one golden Buddhist words, and his body was illusioned.

Those words make up the body of the Buddhist scriptures, large or small, and they are wrapped around the monk, making him look solemn at this moment.

The seven Dongying monks around him also supported by Buddhism, so that the halo of light sprinkled all over the entire Dharma circle.

The golden scriptures were summoned by the monk Zhenji with the Buddhist handprints, and after being changed three times, the scriptures around the body were broken, like golden raindrops, and fell into the tombs all over the mountains in front of him.

This step is the limit of what the great monks can do.

Next, whether they can attract the spirit body or not is not up to them, but it also depends on whether the spirit here is willing to wake up.

Everyone's eyes fell on Shen Qiu.

He is the Soul Seeker of today.

He had to do the rest of the work.

"Wow"

Shen Qiu's left hand shook, and the bright silver spear broke through the cloth bag and slid into the palm of his hand.

An eight-foot spear, crutches on the ground, red tassels flying, blades containing streamers.

As soon as the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear appeared, there was a dead tomb in front of him, and there were gusts of yin wind, like a storm rolling up, and the aura in the air was frantically absorbed, almost into a hollow whirlpool.

With the yin wind, there is also a terrifying pressure, just like an undefeated iron army, stepping from the Huangquan Difu, the heavy pressure on everyone's body, pressing the entire forest in the back mountain, are offset downward.

The terrifying yin wind blew Zhang Lan staggered, and the kitten in his arms also hissed loudly.

The Dongying monks behind him were even more stunned.

This kind of spiritual pressure!

Such a terrifying spiritual pressure!

Rao is the land of Toei, on Mt. Hiei, in the shrine where the loyal and brave warriors of all times are worshipped, when they call the spirit, there has never been such a pressure, and the pressure in front of them is ten times stronger than any of the supernatural things they have experienced.

Shen Qiu also felt the pressure.

He could feel that among the tombs in front of him, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes, looking at him suspiciously.

It seems to be asking, why does this rude person disturb the sleeping soul of the dead?

If you don't give a reason, the grandfathers will eat you alive!

Shen Qiu felt it.

He raised his spear in his hand and shouted:

"The big boss of the village, the first hero of Qilu, the leader of the green forest in the world, and the enemy is here! You are rude, and you don't show up to greet you quickly! ”

"Bang"

There was a bang.

The tomb a few feet in front of Shen Qiu exploded, and the dust was splashed, just like a haunted, and an illusory tall figure flew out of the exploded tomb, eight feet tall, wearing a double axe at his waist, with big eyes with copper bells, and his hair was messy.

A scorching heat of smoke and dust wrapped around the body of this yin spirit, although his body was illusory, he could vaguely see that his body was covered with scorching and terrifying scars, and one eye was almost burned away.

This ghost, still retaining the posture before death, is really like a ghost, very terrifying.

"Second master, long time no see."

Shen Qiu held his gun and hugged his fist at the yin spirit staring at him in front of him.

The latter did not appreciate it.

This is the second master of the non-village, and the tragic death is the ghost of the non-zhai when it was destroyed, and Liu Junshan, the living king of Hades, even after death, maintains that unobstructed straightforwardness.

He looked at the Hundred Bird Chaofeng Spear in Shen Qiu's hand, and then looked back at the tombstone behind him.

The three words "Qiu Buping" on the tombstone were as red as blood, and Liu Junshan, who saw it, was angry, and the ghost wailed loudly, as if he had lost the most precious treasure.

Turning into a yin ghost, and blessed by aura, the cry of this rough man, just like the wail of the banshee, hit everyone's hearts, so that Zhang Lan couldn't help but cover his ears.

But it didn't work.

This is directly on the soul and soul, and it is useless to cover your ears.

"Big brother is dead? How could a hero like the eldest brother die! ”

Liu Junshan turned his head and twisted it directly 180 degrees, which was quite terrifying, he seemed to have some negative emotions that could not control the riot in his body, and the entire body of the Yin Soul had signs of swelling and hideous.

"Shen Qiu'er! You tell Lao Tzu! How could the eldest brother die! Is it the big brother you killed! ”

"Ahhh I'm angry with me, and I'm tearing you up! ”

Liu Junshan roared wildly, summoned gusts of yin wind, and pounced towards Shen Qiu.

"It's not good, the soul is out of control! Will become a great ghost king! ”

Monk Zhenji was shocked when he saw this, pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, and wanted to step forward to protect Shen Qiu, but was stopped by Zhang Lan.

"It's a pity that Qiu Buping is indeed dead."

Shen Qiu didn't dodge or dodge, letting the violent yin spirit hold a double axe and hit him, his eyes were calm, and when Liu Junshan pounced, he said:

"But he's still alive!"

"Huh?"

The second master suddenly stopped in place, like Aladdin's magic lamp, his lower body was involved in the yin wind, and the gloomy big axe in his hand was less than three inches away from Shen Qiu's forehead.

On his face that had been burned beyond recognition, the only remaining single eye was blood-red, staring at Shen Qiu.

"Are you lying to me? How can a person be resurrected after death? ”

He cursed.

Shen Qiu raised his hand, holding the sword jade in his hand, and said:

"Don't believe it, if you look at it yourself, Qiu Buping is in it, and he can live again, but now there is a group of people who are hindering him from reliving, and they also want cholera Qilu, and they want to turn your hometown that you have been protecting for 14 years into a ghost."

"What do you have to do with me?"

Liu Junshan shouted:

"We are dead, everything in the world is right and evil, and it has nothing to do with us, and now the only concern is the life and death of the eldest brother!"

After saying that, this yin spirit was not afraid, dodged into a ray of light, jumped into the sword jade, and after a breath, he reappeared in front of Shen Qiu.

Yin Ghost's face was gloomy, he grabbed the double axe, looked at Shen Qiu, and said directly:

"Where is the enemy who is preventing my eldest brother from resurrection?"

"I'll take you there."

Shen Qiu shrugged his shoulders and said to Liu Junshan:

"But there are a lot of them, so you're the only one to go, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Hahahaha"

Hearing this, Liu Junshan's ghost smiled loudly.

"More than people? I am a good man, who dominates the world, when have I ever been afraid? Qian kidnapper, Wang Da'er, Chen lame! Don't sleep, get up! ”

He turned around and cursed.

In the next moment, under the terrifying gaze of everyone behind Shen Qiu, on every tomb, there were ghosts like Liu Junshan emerging, and the cyan cold light, densely packed, spread throughout the entire back mountain at this moment.

Yes and Wrong Village has been in Qilu for 14 years, how many heroes have been buried here?

How many people are unwilling and willing to fight again for the righteous brother?

They all remained in the same miserable state as they died, missing arms and legs were the norm, and there were a few headless horsemen.

Being watched by these nearly 10,000 yin spirits, by the dense cold gaze, Rao is Zhenji monk, who has seen the real world, all lowered his head at this moment and recited the scriptures silently.

"You heard it!"

Liu Junshan hung in the air, crossed his waist and shouted:

"The eldest brother is dead, but he can still be resurrected, but there are dog thieves to stop him, and Lao Tzu can't let them go free! I can't allow the resurrection of my eldest brother to be delayed by thieves!

Now Lao Tzu, I want to follow Shen Qiu Xiao'er to kill the enemy and break the formation, and promote my reputation as a non-villager!

Wait, can you still fight? ”

There was a dead silence.

In the next moment, Shen Qiu's familiar Qian crutch raised his hand to interrupt the knife, and shouted in a broken gong voice:

"Kill those dog thieves! Welcome back to the boss! ”

"Huh"

He turned into a wisp of cyan flying star and rushed towards Shen Qiu, this seemed to be a switch, and it was like a signal, and in the next moment, thousands of yin spirits all over the back mountain jumped into the air in the form of flying stars.

Shen Qiu laughed and opened his arms and raised the war spear in his hand to the sky.

In his laughter, countless stars wrapped around him, rolling up a gloomy storm, scrambling to merge into the sword jade, there were too many of them, so that the sword jade emitted a cold blue light.

"Phew!"

In the storm of the cyan flying star, Liu Junshan scolded viciously, he hung in the air, stretched out his hand to Shen Qiu, and said very unceremoniously:

"Lao Tzu takes the brothers, go and cut people with you, but if you can't win, you can't earn a way back for the eldest brother, I will eat you alive!"

"Don't worry, if you can't win, this flesh and blood will be given to you!"

Shen Qiu's body was covered with a layer of frost due to the gathering of yin souls.

But he didn't care.

In the face of Liu Junshan's threat, he said seriously:

"With your help, this battle will be won. Besides, don't you want to follow the revenge and kill through the Yellow Springs of the Difu? Wait patiently, Shen will let you get your wish. ”

"Remember your promises."

Liu Junshan took one last look at Shen Qiu, and he also turned into a ray of blue light and merged into the sword jade.

In the next moment, all the gloom disappeared, as if the thousands of flying stars just now were just a dream.

Shen Qiu moved his shoulders and shook off the ice chips on his body.

He turned around and clasped the Hundred Bird Chaofeng Spear in his hand, and among the red tassels flying, Shen Qiu waved his hand to Zhang Lan, who was opening his mouth wide behind him.

"Let's go."

"Let the old ghosts of Penglai open their eyes and see the rights and wrongs of the heyday."

"Let them take a good look at the power of this land."