Qin Xianglin stretched out his hand and was about to take the contents of the black box, his fingers were cold for a while, and he actually touched his other hand.

"Who?" Qin Xianglin's hand retracted as if he had been electrocuted, and asked in a cold voice.

In the pitch-black and limited environment, Qin Xianglin was surrounded by cold planks, and it was impossible for him to have a third hand or a person.

Qin Xianglin quickly stabilized his mind and went to get the black box again. This time I didn't touch the other hand, but the black box couldn't be opened!

The black box has a sturdy copper buckle on top to ensure that the lid is not easy to open. At this moment, Qin Xianglin had already opened the copper button, and when he went to open the lid of the black box again, it seemed to be stuck by something, and it couldn't be opened at all.

Qin Xianglin's fingers were strong, but the black box still didn't move.

The funeral procession seemed to be running, as if it was going up the mountain, the road was bumpy, and Qin Xianglin was swaying from side to side inside. The whimpering cries around him came into Qin Xianglin's ears like a gust of wind.

A drop of cold sweat flowed along his forehead to Qin Xianglin's right eye, and suddenly, his eyes were stimulated by sweat and ached.

Under this stimulation, Qin Xianglin became sober.

Prior to this, Qin Xianglin had entered a state of confusion, half-asleep, and his whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of paper.

Qin Xianglin was covered by this layer of paper, and his negative emotions were infinitely magnified. After being stimulated, a layer of paper seemed to be suddenly punctured, and the whole person suddenly became enlightened.

Qin Xianglin didn't go to take the black box, but just put his finger in his mouth and bit it, using his fingers as a brush and blood as cinnabar, chanting a mantra in his mouth, and drawing talismans in the air.

A talisman was drawn in the air. With that, Qin Xianglin shouted angrily: "Break!" ”

Suddenly, in the pitch-black space, the evil charm was full of golden light, like a red sun rising in the east.

In an instant, countless men and women could be heard screaming and screaming, as if they had suffered endless pain and torture.

The golden light of the evil talisman dissipated, and in an instant, there was silence all around.

When Qin Xianglin opened his eyes again, there was only a vast white mist left around, and the funeral procession was nowhere to be seen.

"Everybody's starting to open their eyes!" Qin Xianglin said to Yang Yuntian and the others.

Everyone listened to Qin Xianglin's instructions, and then slowly opened their eyes, and sure enough, they only saw a white mist all around, and the funeral procession that was blowing and beating, crying and crying was gone.

Qin Xianglin went to open the black wooden box again, and there was no hindrance. Opening the black wooden box, Qin Xianglin took out the peachwood sword and seven peachwood darts engraved with the seal of the evil spirit-suppressing talisman, and looked at the road under his feet, all the way into the distance.

Although, the road ahead is long, the white fog is boundless, and the danger is unknown. However, with a peachwood sword in hand, Qin Xianglin was no longer afraid.

"Come with me, everybody!" Qin Xianglin said a word to everyone, and then strode forward.

The white fog was vast, and the sky and the earth became hazy on this British Mountain.

It was already about eleven o'clock in the morning, and the hour entered noon, which was the hour of flames, and the sun should be shining, but in the dense woods of the Great British Mountain, it was no different from dusk.

The trees grew densely and vigorously, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the fire above, and the ground was dark and damp, accumulating countless yin qi.

Under this magnetic field, it is being used by the old monks of the celestial phenomena who have practiced. It is equivalent to letting the old monk of the celestial phenomenon occupy the right time and place, and Qin Xianglin entered the Daying Mountain to be the enemy of the old monk of the celestial elephant, so he was naturally on the passive side.

In the white mist, there are constantly figures flashing, crying or laughing, virtual and real, dodging and dodging, and everyone is frightened in their eyes. Qin Xianglin's eyes were firm, he just strode forward, if someone came and wanted to block the road or be scared, Qin Xianglin raised his hand with a sword.

The peach wood sword was obtained by the Zixia Dao people from a hundred-year-old peach tree lightning strike wood, and after pouring their efforts, it was carved exquisitely. After carving, it is enshrined in front of the statue of the Heavenly Master, and after enjoying the incense day and night for nine hundred and eighty-one days, the Zixia Daoist people carved into the evil charm seal by themselves at noon on the day of the Bingwu month and the day of Bingwu.

Although this magic weapon is a wooden sword, it carries an extremely high Yang Fire Bingwu, coupled with the injection of evil suppression runes, it naturally forms a supreme yang thing.

For ordinary people, this is just a beautifully carved object, like a work of art, but in the hands of Taoists, it is a weapon to ward off evil spirits.

The material is lightning strike wood, which is also very particular. If the peach tree does not die for a hundred years, it is vulnerable to lightning strikes. Lightning strikes usually start a fire, and then the tree withers and disappears over time. But there are also deep-rooted people who can live for three years without dying immediately after being struck by lightning, and then grow a new tree, which can be used as a tool.

A cultivated character like Zixia Daoist can take this piece of lightning strike wood to make a peachwood sword. If you are not a cultivator, when you encounter a peach tree struck by lightning, you will cut off a piece, wear a red thread, and wear it on your body, which will also have some effect of driving away evil spirits and removing evil.

Yes, there are many people in the white fog, virtual and real, which is very scary. However, the moment Qin Xianglin's peachwood sword stabbed out, it suddenly disappeared.

Qin Xianglin's face sank like water, his pace was steady, and he walked up the mountain step by step, and everyone followed, unconsciously walking out of the white mist......