A Buddhist 10,000-character family, shining with golden light, was infinitely magnified and shot out towards the black coffin in mid-air.

The black wooden coffin was wrapped in eight red lightning bolts, like a huge, octagonal spider.

The Buddha's handprints were struck out, and all of them were sucked into the black wooden coffin, and at the same time, the black wooden coffin seemed to be bigger and fell faster.

Qin Xianglin was taken aback, he never expected such a result, and hurriedly used the peachwood sword in his hand to go to the stall.

However, the moment the peachwood sword touched the black wood coffin, Qin Xianglin only felt a sour numbness in his hand, and the peachwood sword couldn't hold it in an instant, and flew out directly.

Qin Xianglin retreated slowly, and the black wooden coffin almost smashed down against Qin Xianglin's face.

Although he avoided it, Qin Xianglin was extremely embarrassed, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

"Boy, it's your honor to die in the mound of all gods - under the coffin of death!" The five short old men snorted coldly, and the black wooden coffin immediately rushed towards Qin Xianglin.

Qin Xianglin was shocked and hurriedly retreated, and at the same time made a quick move. The palms of the hands successively played the palm techniques such as the Divine Walking Fire Lin and the Beast Taming Dafa. However, that coffin was like a huge black hole, completely absorbing all of Qin Xianglin's palm techniques, showing no signs of weakening, and becoming extremely powerful.

Qin Xianglin's forehead already had a lot of cold sweat. "Isn't the death coffin unsolvable?" Qin Xianglin exclaimed in his heart. At this time, a voice sounded in Qin Xianglin's mind: "Lead him down to the willow tree!" ”

The voice came from Qin Xianglin's mind. It wasn't like a voice, it was more like a consciousness suddenly appeared in Qin Xianglin's mind.

"Willow?" Qin Xianglin looked around. At this moment, a yellow talisman of the protective body had already hit the black wooden coffin, making a popping sound.

It is really unbelievable that the evil spirit sigil was directly melted by the black wooden coffin.

Qin Xianglin looked around, but he didn't see a willow tree. There is only a dead tree at the entrance to the entire square, but it is impossible to determine whether it is a willow tree or not.

"That's him! Fast! That consciousness appeared in Qin Linxiang's mind again.

Qin Xianglin no longer hesitated and ran to the willow tree.

When I came to the dead tree, the black wooden coffin had already come, and it was at this time that a piece of rotten wood suddenly came down from the dead tree.

The rotten piece of wood, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, fell down at once and hit the black wooden coffin.

In an instant, a raging flame broke out on the black wooden coffin, which immediately burned into a cloud of ashes.

The flame was a dark blue, like the color of burning alcohol.

"Nether Divine Fire?" The five short old men not far away let out an exclamation, their eyes first looked at the dead tree, and then looked at the City God Temple, "How is this possible?" ”

At this time, a dry piece of wood fell from the dead tree, and it fell directly into Qin Xianglin's hands.

"Hit him with this block!"

Another consciousness came into Qin Xianglin's mind. Qin Xianglin immediately looked down at the dead tree block in his hand, where is it still a dead tree block? It had turned into a burning, pale blue flame.

"Good!" Qin Xianglin replied in his mind, and at that moment, he raised the light blue flame in his hand, which was so faint that it was almost impossible to see clearly, and walked towards the five short old men.

When the five short old men saw the flames in Qin Xianglin's hand, they screamed in fright, turned around and ran.

Qin Xianglin held the flame in his hand and chased after him unrelentingly. Seeing this, the five short old men immediately jumped on the wall, preparing to escape over the wall.

Seeing this, Qin Xianglin directly threw out the light blue flame in his hand. However, as soon as the flame left his hand, it was immediately extinguished, and it was nothing more than a piece of dead wood.

Qin Xianglin was stunned, and a consciousness came to his mind again: "Find a way to see me, I am hiding in a dead tree!" Qin Xianglin was stunned for a while and looked back at the dead tree.

"Who are you?" Qin Xianglin asked in his mind, and after waiting for a long time, he couldn't hear the answer from that voice.

Qin Xianglin didn't ask anymore, but just recalled the sentence: "I'm hiding in a dead tree, find a way to see me!" ”

"Who hid in the dead tree? Could it be the City God? Thinking of this, Qin Xianglin didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately asked the big tree Hu Bing to help, and brought the black cloth to surround the dead tree.

Then, Qin Xianglin re-applied the secret method on the three volumes of Huangquan.

Three copper coins sank into a basin of well water, seven pieces of yellow paper were ignited, and they also sank into the basin into the water, Qin Xianglin spread two pieces of white paper on top of it, and after chanting the spell in his mouth, he took off his shoes, and Qin Xianglin could stand on the two pieces of white paper floating on the well water in the basin.

In the three volumes of Huangquan, Qin Xianglin's hand exercise is called: "Step on yin and yang, see the three realms!" In this way, Qin Xianglin can look at the puppet, the second look at the people, and the third look at the gods.

"Senpai, please show up!"

Qin Xianglin's feet stepped on the white paper on the surface of the water, but his body was extremely steady, as if he was standing on a boat.

After shouting three times in a row, I saw a trance in front of me, and suddenly a figure stood in front of Qin Xianglin.

It was a tall and thin man dressed in a blue-gray gown, with a figure-eight beard and a top hat, and looked like an elderly scholar.

It's just that this old man's face was full of sickness, and his face was as white as the white paper under Qin Xianglin's feet.

This person's appearance, dressed up, is very much like an ancient magistrate.

Qin Xianglin thought about it for a while, and secretly said in his heart: "Could this person be the City God?" ”

Thinking of this, Qin Xianglin immediately asked in an extremely respectful tone: "May I ask sir, are you the City God?" ”

Hearing this, the man nodded slightly. Seeing this, Qin Xianglin hurriedly bowed and saluted, but he was extremely shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "It turns out that there is really a city god in this world? ”

"Excuse me! Ahem......" Lord Chenghuang hurriedly said, coughing twice in his mouth, and then said: "Qin Xianglin, I am seriously injured and my spiritual power is insufficient, get me a chair to sit on!" ”

Qin Xianglin nodded hurriedly and said okay. In his heart, he didn't know how to get a chair for the City God, and after a few seconds of doubt, Qin Xianglin suddenly felt like a mirror, and said to the City God, wait a minute, so he quickly left the black cloth, took out the yellow and white paper and made a chair, and lit it in front of the City God Temple, and when the chair made of yellow and white paper was burned, Qin Xianglin walked in quickly.

Qin Xianglin walked into the black cloth and couldn't see anything, but after reciting the incantation in his mouth, he took off his shoes and stepped on the well water in the basin again. felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Qin Xianglin saw a figure sitting in front of him, it was the City God.

The chair that had just been burned was already sitting on the city god.

"Lord Chenghuang, is the chair still suitable?" Qin Xianglin asked.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this comfortable!" Chenghuang replied, still very quickly in his tone.

Qin Xianglin looked down but saw that one of the feet of the City God was gone, and there was nothing below the knees, so he was surprised in his heart, and asked secretly: "Could it be that the City God is a disabled person?" ”

At this time, Lord Chenghuang sighed with emotion and said to Qin Xianglin: "I can't imagine that in my lifetime, I can meet you, it seems that I don't have to die!" ”

Qin Xianglin was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Lord Chenghuang, will you also die?" ”

When the city god heard this, he slowly raised his hand and showed it to Qingxiang.

Qin Xianglin saw that there were no palms on the hands of the City God. It doesn't look terrifying, it's just nothingness, as if the city god was painted, but the person who painted it hasn't finished it.

"People will die, and when they die, they will become souls, and when they die, they will die, and when they die, they will disappear and there will be nothing left!" Lord Chenghuang explained to Qin Xianglin.

"How so?" Qin Xianglin asked puzzledly, "Aren't you the magistrate arranged by the prefecture in the human world?" ”

Lord Chenghuang nodded and said, "The magistrate also has to rely on the incense of the world to make a steady stream of offerings!" Once the incense in the world is cut off, the magistrate of this prefecture will be no different from the poor dick who has no money in the world, not only is he innocent, but his own spiritual power will also be consumed by time, this is the arrangement of the order of heaven and earth! ”

Qin Xianglin looked stunned, blinked his eyes vigorously, there were still many doubts in his heart, looking at the hands and feet of the City God, he couldn't help asking: "Could the wound on your body be related to the five short old men of the Ten Thousand Gods Tomb?" ”

When Lord Chenghuang heard this, he nodded, sighed, and said in a sad tone: "Not bad! If I hadn't met you, my old life would have been consumed by him! ”