[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming and his companions showed their magical powers, fighting the corpse group and the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao outside the palm tree camp. In the end, the corpses were killed in pieces, and the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao was also killed by Mu Qingming, Tie Hua, and the ghost city lord. As everyone knows, it was not the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao who died, but it was just a stand-in. Drawing out the Immortal Dao eldest sister's substitute for the death of the living dead, Mu Qingming couldn't wait to uncover the bronze mask on the head of the immortal Dao eldest sister, but saw a strange face. Everyone had no choice but to stop digging into it, and used the corpse water secretly made by the dragon lockers to melt the living dead who had lost their mobility, but they also suddenly found that the bloody corpses that had led them to this place before were gone. 】

"If there is something in Kunming City in the future, Mu Qingming will no longer doubt us in the future." At the end, Zhang Qianqian added.

The best way to protect the Immortal Dao is to make Mu Qingming think that they are dead. That's why she made a temporary decision to let her stand-in go to the fire array set up in the Palm Tree Camp.

Sure enough, as she expected, Mu Qingming really had a preconceived idea that she was the one with the same mask, the same figure and clothes. It is believed that after killing it, the immortal path will scatter the dragons without a leader.

Thinking that her strategy would succeed so easily, Zhang Qianqian was very excited; Even the fingers of both hands were trembling slightly.

Just when she was proud of her intelligence, Wen Ji suddenly scratched the back of her head and asked slowly, "Is Mu Qingming so mentally retarded?" ”。

"Of course he's smart, but sometimes being smart is mistaken by being smart." Zhang Qianqian, who smiled lightly, shook her head slightly, and explained to Wen Ji: "People like him have a common problem, that is, arrogance; And he fought me twice, and I didn't have the luck to cast the spell, and I didn't show him my true colors. In this case, as long as Mu Qingming saw my mask and black clothes, he would have a preconceived idea that it was me. ”。

"But he's a dragon locker, and the breath of the living and the dead is completely different, he can always tell the difference, right?" With a slight jaw of the head, Wen Ji asked again.

He was more worried that Mu Qingming would recognize Zhang Qianqian's true face as a stand-in.

"Of course, it's clear that the living are alive and the dead are dead, so my stand-in is dead." Zhang Qianqian, who was not impressed, smiled lightly, and then said leisurely.

After being reminded by her, Wen Ji also thought that it was in the lifeless fire array at that time, and the corpse qi of the living dead would attract Mu Qingming's attention, so that he had no time to detect whether the fake Zhang Qianqian was angry or corpse in his body.

Then Zhang Qianqian's stand-in was killed by him; A dead person naturally only has dead air, and he will not doubt whether the dead stand-in is real or fake?

Thinking of this, Wen Ji had to have some admiration for Zhang Qianqian.

"Are you ready for your next plan?" Then Zhang Qianqian put away her smile and pride, and asked with a solemn face.

"Yes, the cultists are now in action all over the city. And Mu Qingming was still in the west of the city, and he couldn't catch up for a while. Wen Ji pouted and smiled, the corners of his mouth were a little cunning, and after narrowing his eyes, he said coldly: "How many bends does he have to make to think that our serial plan has to induce his demonic qi to have a role in diverting the tiger from the mountain." ”。

As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in his narrowed eyes. When he finished speaking, he retreated under the shadow of the lamp again and disappeared in front of Zhang Qianqian's eyes.

Zhang Qianqian looked at her face again, and nodded slowly at the place where the temperature disappeared under the shadow of the lamp......

In the woods outside Camp Palm, the barrier has been unraveled. In the gust of yin wind, Mu Qingming collected the true qi, and the green mangs covering his hands disappeared suddenly.

A gloomy and bleak moonlight, shining through the clouds, shrouded the shade of the trees, though the wind swayed.

The head of the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao fell from the sky and stopped after rolling a few laps on the ground, and those living dead who were restrained by the fox demon Mo Han with fox fire also lost the strength of their whole bodies at this moment and collapsed to the ground.

Reverted to an incapacitated corpse.

The flickering fireflies gathered around the ghost city lord again, flying around him. I saw him stride forward, stand in front of the head of the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao, and after chanting the Buddha's name with his hands folded, he recited the mantra of death.

The lonely ghosts trapped in the corpses that had lost their ability to move also floated out of the corpses with the soft groaning of the incineration, wrapped in a layer of faint golden light, and drifted westward in an orderly manner in the incineration array.

Mu Qingming looked around for a moment, and saw a few willows and mulberry trees among the camphor trees in this forest, so he gave Tie Birch a look. Tie Hua nodded, and after looking around, he strode towards the nearest willow tree.

The corpse breeding ground here is thought to have been renovated, relying on those willow and mulberry trees. The willow tree, which can be made into a mourning staff and a spirit flag, can already gather yin energy. The mulberry tree, on the other hand, can gather corpse qi and keep it from dispersing.

By arranging these two trees in a certain order, this grove can be transformed into a place where corpse qi does not disperse and yin qi continues to gather. But as long as one of them is destroyed, then this place will no longer be able to raise corpses.

"Master Mu, the poor monk once again has a sense of peace." After reciting the mantra, the city lord of the ghost city walked to Mu Qingming's side and said slowly: "I'm afraid that the bones needed for today's skeleton array have already been buried here." ”。

He is a bardo body, and he will naturally feel peaceful and comfortable in a place like the corpse where the corpse qi does not disperse. Not only that, but the corpse qi and yin qi that gathered but did not disperse also made him refreshed.

But before he finished speaking, although Mu Qingming, who had already expected this, nodded silently in agreement with his words. But then, the tranquility that the ghost city lord had felt before immediately disappeared. I saw that Tie Hua's left hand was holding down the trunk of one of the willow trees in the forest, and with his right hand, he held the upper half of the tree, and his waist was up, and he uprooted the willow tree.

Clods of earth whizzed down from the roots of the trees that had broken through the ground, scattering the cracks in the ground.

Then the rich corpse qi and yin qi in the forest quickly faded, and in less than half a cup of tea, there was no longer a sense of gloom and horror in the huge forest, and the angry yin wind that was still lingering in the forest slowly dissipated.

Tie Hua threw the willow tree that rose from the ground among the trees, patted the slag on his hand, and walked back slowly; Mo Han and the Ghost City Lord were dumbfounded, while Mu Qingming and Tie Hua both looked disapproving.

It seems that pulling up a tall and straight willow tree with their bare hands is just as easy for them to lock the dragon as if they were able to catch it.

"Thank you this time, old monk." Mu Qingming smiled at the ghost city lord who was still a little dumbfounded.

"Don't be polite, her immortal path made trouble in my ghost market last time, and the matter of killing the nine-fingered trickster is over today. Moreover, the Buddha and the demon are also incompatible, and it is also the responsibility of our Buddhist disciples to eradicate the cult. The city lord of the ghost city faced Mu Qingming with his hands folded, lowered his head and bent down slowly, paused for a moment, and said: "What's more, the commission price given by Young Master Mu is fair, and the poor monk will naturally stand on your side." ”。

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with an obsession with money that only an old rich man had, not at all like a disciple of Buddhism.

"Great monk, are you really a disciple of Buddhism?" Seeing the look in his eyes, Mo Han tilted his head slightly and asked curiously.

"The point commission is as it should be." Before the ghost city lord could speak, Mu Qingming smacked his lips and smiled: "When the master subdues demons and destroys demons, he also has to eat well." ”。

"The wood donor is really interesting." The Ghost City Lord narrowed his eyes and showed a kind and kind smile.

"There are still many places to cooperate in the future, and I ask the master to do his best." Mu Qingming also learned from him, and after folding his hands, he smiled lightly and said slowly: "The price is negotiable." ”。

"Amitabha, as long as the price is right, the poor monk will definitely do his best." The smile on the old monk's face became a little thicker.

Mo Han looked at them and shook his head in confusion; In her impression, a highly respected cultivator should always have a straight face and an unsmiling appearance. Subduing demons and eliminating demons is also righteous and awe-inspiring. But when he came to Mu Qingming and the ghost market owner, he always regarded demon subjugation and demon eradication as a kind of work with a trading atmosphere; It really made Mo Han puzzled.

Mu Qingming didn't care about her, but walked straight to the head of the eldest sister of the Immortal Dao, and after squatting down on his knees, he reached out and uncovered the other party's mask without hesitation.

The other party's appearance is something he has always cared about, and at this moment, the answer is close at hand, and Mu Qingming's heart suddenly swelled with a little excitement.

Mo Han and the others also gathered around, and their eight eyes stared directly at the bronze mask that was uncovered by Mu Qingming.

With the moment the mask was unveiled, a delicate and fair face that looked white and red without makeup appeared in front of them. Her wide-open mouth was covered with blood, and her blank eyes stared at the onlookers.

Facing this unfamiliar face, Mu Qingming and the others were all stunned and looked at each other, but they all saw the confusion and suspicion in each other's eyes, obviously this was a person that everyone didn't know.

They all thought about it secretly, but they couldn't remember who this strange face was, so they had to give up.

Mu Qingming put the bronze mask into his sleeve and stood up, looking at the texture of the mask, it seemed to be a thing of some years, Mu Qingming thought about taking this thing back and examining it carefully, to see if there was any evil qi in it? If not, then find an opportunity to sell it to some collectors who love antiques and exchange some money for some nonsense.

"What about the corpses?" Before he stood up, Mo Han looked at the corpses lying among the stumps and flesh not far away, and asked leisurely, "And those coffins?" ”。

"I've brought corpse water. The corpse was melted with corpse water, and as for the coffin, it was left to the people of Kunming to talk about something. Mu Qingming took out a few small bottles from his sleeve and gave them to Mo Han and Tie Hua, then turned his head to look at the ghost city lord and asked slowly: "When I was fighting with the living dead just now, I saw a few of them with silver bracelets and silver earrings or something, do you accept them?" ”。

Yubi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. Mo Han beside him immediately glanced at him and sighed lightly.

"Yes, you can buy it at the market price of the ghost market." The lord of the ghost city did not refuse, and accepted it.

"By the way, young master, when you fought with the living dead, did you ever fight that bloody corpse?" Tie Hua asked suddenly, and at the same time, his eyes burst into a wary gaze and looked around.

After being reminded by him, Mu Qingming also immediately thought of this matter; Fang was busy fighting, but he left this time behind. So he immediately remembered that he had never fought with the blood corpse just now, and hurriedly looked around, looking for the trace of the blood corpse.

But after watching for a long time, there was no bloody corpse in the slightly cold night wind, swaying in the slightly cold night wind, making a rustling sound, and outside the branches and shade of the trees.

Mu Qingming's heart tightened, and he muttered in his heart when he secretly screamed that something was wrong: "The bloody corpse is gone?" ”。

Where did the bloody corpses go? What is the next plan for the Immortal Dao? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.