After the transaction was completed, the three teams did not leave immediately, but stood on the dark streets of Yongan County, watching the scene on the street with great interest.

The empress carved the Daluo Formation in Qingzhou, the closer she got to the center of the formation, the greater the suppression of her strength, and when she reached the position of the eye of the formation, Yong'an County, whether it was a ghost or a monk immortal, the one with the highest strength could only reach the third level of Qi training.

And this little ghost on the side of the street who was covered in red was a powerful ghost spirit with three layers of qi training.

It doesn't seem appropriate to add the word "powerful" before the ghosts, but in Yong'an County, the ghosts of the third layer of Qi training can indeed be called powerful, because those that are stronger than the third layer of Qi training will be suppressed by the Great Luo Array to below the third layer of Qi training. For example, the three Holy Land Core Disciples of the Foundation Building Realm had only two levels of Qi cultivation fluctuations, and as for the three Holy Land Elders of the Jindan Realm, they were even suppressed to the level of one level of Qi Cultivation.

This little ghost flew out of a nearby courtyard, and at a glance it stared at a group of people standing in the middle of the street, all of them were full of blood and blood, and they looked like they were rich in nutrition, but their strength was lower than the other, and it flew towards the six people without thinking too much, and suddenly stopped dozens of meters away from the six people.

It wasn't that it suddenly changed its mind and thought the dying beggar on the side of the road was more delicious, but that a yellowish film of light was blocking it from the crowd. The light film is like nothing, but you can feel a tingling pain when you get close, it is the fireworks emitted by the fireworks blessing bag, which comes from the prayers of all the people, and is a great threat to the evil spirits, and it is the main means of self-protection for the sect people who come here to collect spirits.

After touching the nails on the six people, the little ghost bared his teeth and roared a few times, thinking of the previous stinging pain and not daring to try again, he decided to target the beggar on the side of the road.

The three teams did not leave, and what they were watching was the scene of the little ghost pounced on the beggar.

With a blood-dripping umbilical cord wrapped around his waist and a blue-black ghost aura behind him, he pounced on the beggar who fell on the side of the road, not knowing life or death, in the terrifying cry of a baby.

Everyone had already seen the old beggar who had fallen on the side of the road, and the old beggar was skinny and gloomy, like a lamp that was going on and off, and would be completely extinguished at any time, and I was afraid that he had not eaten for many days. Even if you don't get eaten by a child ghost today, you won't live for a moment or three.

The infant cry of the child ghost seemed to stimulate the dying old beggar, he propped his right hand under him, and with great force, he actually supported himself to sit up, and his ethereal vitality like a broken candle was stabilized, and a strange feeling of light suddenly appeared in everyone's hearts.

The old beggar's return did not affect the pounce of the little ghost, and as it looked at the rapidly approaching food, red saliva even flowed from the corners of its mouth, and as a result, a skinny, skinny palm slapped steadily on its head.

On the dark streets, the light is blazing, and the small half of Yongan County is like day.

Before the little ghost could react, he was burned to ashes by the old beggar's casual palm.

The light felt by the people in the holy place was not scorching, and even a little warm, which made people very comfortable, but the six of them stood on the spot as if they had been struck by lightning, and they didn't know what to do.

The strength of the Holy Land Elder of Jindan in Yong'an County was suppressed at the level of Qi Training, and the Yuanying Old Monster was suppressed to the level of ordinary people here, and even a wisp of spiritual energy could not be used, so there was hardly a Yuanying in the entire Qingzhou region.

So what is the identity of the old beggar who suddenly made a move and slapped his palm to death the little ghost of the third layer of Qi training, this is an old monster in the realm of transforming gods, and it is also a master who is obviously hiding in seclusion here.

The six of them encountered a master, not only did they not come forward to rescue, but they also watched the play on the side, and even broke the identity of the master on the spot. It's a lot of fun.

The old beggar waved his hand and slammed his palm, then he crooked on the side of the road, and his movements stopped.

The six of them didn't know what this master was thinking, and they stood in place one by one, and no one dared to say anything.

That's right, this old beggar is the vest of the light spirit in the ghost world, he didn't actually think about anything, but passed out again because of excessive weakness.

The old beggar had not eaten for several days, and was on the verge of starvation, having just starved to death, the light spirit pierced through, took possession of his body and woke up. As soon as he woke up, before he could straighten out the old beggar's rough life, an evil ghost pounced in front of him. At the critical moment, he had no choice but to extract most of the remaining vitality in his body and smashed out that palm.

After a palm, he fainted again.

Seeing that in the big eyes of everyone, this great master who was suspected of being a god master was about to die again, the old woman of the Ten Thousand Evil Sect gritted her teeth and took two steps forward, and boldly greeted the black shadow on the ground: "The old servant is the third maid who sat down under Mrs. Baohua, I don't know that my predecessors live in seclusion here, and I hope to atone for my sins." ”

As she spoke, the old woman did not hesitate to take out the incense blessing bag from her arms, and put the whole blessing bag on the ground along with the incense spar and all the harvest of this spiritual harvest.

After doing this, the old beggar still didn't make the slightest movement, and the old woman didn't wait for the master's reaction, so she could only take two steps back silently, and then pulled Yan Xiaoyan to bow deeply, and then left in a hurry.

The people of the Ancestral Dragon Pavilion and the Five Thunder Sect saw that the Ten Thousand Evil Sect, which had always been arrogant, could only secretly strangle the luck in their hearts, learn from the example of the Ten Thousand Evil Elders, report to their families, leave a gift of reparation, and then leave one after another.

In the dark streets, soon only the old beggar was left.

Six fireworks bags were piled together, illuminating the small piece of ground where the old beggar was lying, and the sneaky and strange saw the large area of fireworks and was even more frightened to avoid it.

The old beggar was protected by six lucky bags, and the ghosts did not invade, but he was always infested with hunger, and he was half dead by the infestation.

Just as the old beggar was about to die again, the light on the lucky bag gradually weakened, and wisps of pale yellow smoke swam towards the old beggar like tadpoles having found their mother, and disappeared into his body.

In the dark streets, the old beggar was still unconscious, but a healthy ruddy blood color appeared on his face at some point, and his stagnant breathing had already recovered evenly, and it seemed to be secretly in line with some extremely clever breathing method, constantly inhaling the aura and fireworks in the air around him indiscriminately into his abdomen.

The scene here, the people of the three holy places did not know, they consciously collided with their predecessors, left the apology ceremony and left in a hurry.

However, Yong'an County, as the eye of the Great Luo Array, is the most important thing to lack is the hermit master, there is one on the street near the old beggar, and it is also the old beggar's peers.

This fellow of the old beggar was a lame man, and the lame man had been watching what was happening here from beginning to end, but unlike the six people in the Holy Land, he was not watching the excitement. What he values is the broken bowl around the old beggar.

The lame man has been in love with the broken bowl for more than thirty years, and even if the gods in the Da Luo array are obscure, he still recognizes the terrible heel of the broken bowl at a glance.

However, cause and effect in the Da Luo Array have their own definite numbers, and if he forcibly snatches the broken bowl, he will definitely be entangled in the law of cause and effect, and lose something more precious than the broken bowl. So he could only wait, wait for the old beggar to die.

Tonight, he finally arrived.

The lame man clearly saw that the old beggar had lost his breath, and was about to come and pick up the broken bowl, when he saw three people from the Holy Land coming over.

In order not to cause trouble, he waited for a while, and saw the old beggar who should have lost his breath sit up and smash his palm.

God knows how frightened he was.

The cripple and the old beggar are not pure beggars, they also do part-time fortune-telling on weekdays, and the streets where the two fortune-telling stalls are next to each other, so they are very familiar with each other, and the friendship is not very good, but the understanding between each other is quite clear.

However, it was this down-and-out monk who had known his roots for decades that he had just transformed into a god master who could hide better than him.

The sharp contrast made the lame man who was used to seeing the wind and rain stunned for a long time.

That's right, the old beggar was still a monk, and the six people in the holy place didn't dare to look at it much, and they didn't notice the bald head of the old beggar who fell to the ground.

In order to eat with a mouthful of food, the bald monk went to fortune-telling, robbed the Taoist priest's job, not to mention, and almost starved to death. It's so miserable, I don't dare to write the script like this.

The lame man's eyes looked through several walls to the old beggar, and he was speechless for a long time.

Big brother, you can really hide.