In order to test what can deal with evil things, Wang Chong has found a lot of materials these days.

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that the boy's urine worked well.

Cinnabar, glutinous rice, chicken blood, black dog blood and the like are useless.

After trying all these things, Wang Zhong began to think about how to get the Golden Buddha, the Taoist Sutra and other things, he didn't know if this kind of thing was useful against evil things, but he had to try it anyway.

…………

Early in the morning, Wang Chong was holding a bronze sword and was practicing swords in the courtyard.

Whoosh!

Wang Chong's speed of swinging his sword became faster and faster, and a few thin leaves fell, Wang Chong saw the right time and slashed it without hesitation.

At this moment, Wang Zhong saw that on the sword body, a translucent sword qi slashed out, and several thin leaves in front of him were instantly chopped and floated away with the wind.

"Sword Qi!"

Seeing this moment, Wang Chong was stunned for a moment: "How could I cultivate sword qi?" ”

Wang Zhong has learned kung fu in all planes, for example, in the Great Celestial Empire, that kung fu can fight with several strong men for dozens of rounds, but no matter how powerful it is, there is no such so-called sword qi.

But in this plane appeared.

Weird, weird!

After thinking about it, Wang Zhong threw a punch at the small tree in front of him.

"Bang!"

Obviously, the fist didn't touch the little tree, but the little tree directly 'clicked' and there was a crack.

"I can easily cultivate such energy, but why don't other people have it?"

Just thinking about it, I saw Zhao Dahai and Wei Yan coming.

"My son is really diligent, I heard the sound of you practicing swords early in the morning, but it's useless to learn martial arts, don't practice your body." Zhao Dahai said happily.

"Dad, why do you say it's useless to learn martial arts?"

"Because no matter how strong your martial arts are, you can't deal with evil things."

"Yes." Originally, Wang Chong also thought so, but after seeing his own energy, he didn't feel like this.

"Of course, but good son, you are quite similar to me when I was a child, when I was a child, I was measured to be the seventh level of the spiritual root, and just like you, I practice swords and martial arts every day, and I want to learn to be successful and worship the masters as teachers, but it's a pity that after studying for several years, I haven't cultivated what the masters said, and the strength is released!"

"Dad knows something about martial arts?"

"At that time, your grandfather gave Master Gao a sum of silver taels, and I studied for some days, but unfortunately I didn't even learn a little strength."

Wang Zhong was surprised.

His father's spiritual root was as many as seven levels, but he didn't learn any strength at all, but he learned it easily.

Could it be that learning this thing is the other way around?

The lower the spiritual root, the easier it is to learn, and the higher the spiritual root, the more difficult it is.

Faintly, he felt that the world was not so simple.

For example, in other planes, people who can see evil things are different from ordinary people, and they are all people with special constitutions.

And here, those who can see evil things do not live long.

Curious in his heart, Wang Chong didn't say much, and as soon as his parents left, he looked at the person around him and came to the haunted hut.

Today, he has too many doubts.

Why did he advance so quickly in his cultivation?

Why is his father's spiritual root high, but his cultivation is not rising?

Can energy deal with evil creatures?

Of these three problems, only the third can be solved as soon as possible.

Flipping in through the window, Huang and Zhao Rong left and appeared.

"Brother." Zhao Rong owed a debt and looked at Wang Zhong curiously.

These days, Zhao Rong and Wang Chong are already very familiar, but she is still full of curiosity about Wang Chong's brother.

On the other side, there is a trembling male ghost, and now he only has a small group left, and he can't even condense his body, only a rotten face remains.

"Abin." Wang Zhong looked at him, these days, he also knew that this man's name was Abin.

"Master." Abin shuddered: "What is there to deal with me today, don't use the child's urine again." ”

"Don't worry, I only use my fists."

"Hoo ......"

Abin breathed a sigh of relief, in his opinion, Zhao Xiaodong, a child, has a lot of child urine, as long as he doesn't use child urine, let him toss it.

"Tiger Fist!"

Wang Zhong snorted lightly and threw a punch.

"Buzz!"

A stream of invisible gas burst out of his fist, and Abin's eyes froze, looking at this invisible gas, he felt a smell of his soul flying.

"No ......"

Abin howled miserably, and the black mist gas that was only one head left dissipated directly.

"Huh?" Wang Chong was stunned, the black fog is gone? Or are you hiding?

"Brother, Abin's soul is gone." Zhao Rong said with some horror, for them evil creatures, the most feared thing is to scatter their souls.

"Gone?"

Wang Chong looked at his fist, and a sense of pride emanated, the spirit root talent of the bullshit was low-level, and he rushed at his own power, and there were definitely few people who could deal with it.

"Is it a policy of fooling the people?" Wang Chong suddenly had an idea.

"Xiao Dong, how did you cultivate such divine power." Huang asked.

"I don't know." Wang Zhong shook his head.

"You're only six years old, you're already so powerful, you've cultivated your strength, could it be that you and your father are also seventh-level spiritual root talents?" After thinking about it, she shook her head: "It's strange, although he is a seventh-level spiritual root talent, but when I practiced with him every day, he didn't cultivate his strength at all, but I cultivated a trace of ......."

"You figured it out?"

"Hmm." Huang sighed: "Your father and I have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, when I was tested to the third level of spiritual root, but your father still did not abandon me, and then gave birth to Rong'er in my eighteenth year, but unfortunately, Rong'er was only ten years old, accidentally strayed here, was killed by that Abin, in order to save Rong'er, and then he was also killed......"

"And did you ever see an evil creature when you were a child?" Wang Zhong asked.

"I saw it when I was ** years old, and then I married here, and I saw this hut weird, and then I invited Master Gao to come over and ask him to come and seal this place."

After listening, Wang Chong was even more sure of his guess.

The lower the spirit root, the easier it is for people to cultivate their strength, so Zhao Dahai did not cultivate it back then, but was cultivated by the Huang clan at the third level of the spirit root.

It's a pity that the Huang family is just a female stream, and the cultivation of martial arts is purely to accompany Zhao Dahai, and after Zhao Dahai stopped cultivating, the Huang family also gave up cultivation.

"It's not a way for your mother and daughter to stay here, why don't you go down to the underworld and become a new person?" Wang Zhong asked.

"We don't know about this, after we died, we were imprisoned here, Xiaodong, if you can, please take your sister out of here and overtake her as soon as possible."

"I'll figure it out for you."

Wang nodded with his head, there seems to be a problem with the Heavenly Dao of this world, people have not entered reincarnation when they die, and they are all left in the Yang World, no wonder there are demons and monsters rampant here.

"Son, son, ......" At this time, Zhao Dahai's voice came from outside.

Hearing the sound, Huang looked affectionately from the window: "The sea is fat, hey, it's a pity that I can't stay by his side to accompany him." ”

It can be seen that the Huang family and Zhao Dahai have a deep relationship, and Wang revalued it, it is precisely because of this that the mother and others do not mention the things in this house, they are worried that mentioning the Huang family and daughter will make Zhao Dahai sad.

"Daddy......" Zhao Rong also looked at Zhao Dahai from a distance and shouted, but unfortunately Zhao Dahai couldn't hear the voice of the deceased.

"I'll go first."

Wang Zhong climbed out: "Dad, I'm here." ”

"You kid, how did you get in?" Zhao Dahai frowned.

He knew that his former wife and daughter were buried inside, but he also knew that it had not been clean, and he could have found someone to destroy the dirty things in the house, but he couldn't bear it, what if it was his wife and daughter who were haunted?

"When I was a child, you never let me in, I'll just take a look." Wang Chong didn't mention the Huang family, he is too young at the moment, and I'm afraid that even Zhao Dahai won't easily believe him in some words.

"You kid, I've told you a few times, you can't just go in here."

Zhao Dahai walked to the window and looked in, Wang Chong could see that the Huang mother and daughter were standing in front of Zhao Dahai at the moment, but Zhao Dahai couldn't see it at all.

"Dad, those are rumors, there's nothing dirty here." Wang Chong diverted the topic: "Do you have something to do with me?" ”

"It's nothing, let me tell you, I'll go out with your mother, you stay at home and don't run around." Zhao Dahai said and closed the window.

"Why did you go out?"

"Zhang Liang, the son of Butcher Zhang's family, has an accident!" l0ns3v3