"The beginning of the great truth, the five thunders are high. Taihua Haoying, Donglang Eight Gates. The five elders told their lives, and they were unheard. Nine days on the royal mountain, the middle system of the mountain. Lower town river and sea, twelve eternal sources. Eight Wei Shen, Lingce Yuwen. Summoning the dragon to cause rain, collecting gas and gathering smoke. The sun and the moon are five stars, and the Big Dipper is seven yuan. Emperor Heming, Emperor Taixuan. Xuanwei Three Realms shall not be delayed. All the heavens and all the earth, all the waters, all the mountains. Yuzhen Department, Mingling God. Taishang Laojun, anxious as the law......"

Li Changsheng's voice, in the dark night, was as low as a bell and drum, hitting people's hearts.

A strong force, as if invisibly, emanated from within his body.

"Whirring ......"

The wind blew, ghosts swayed outside the window, and the branches and leaves withered.

Suddenly, all I saw was the door to the crematorium, which closed instantly.

"Smack".

Director Chen and Secretary Zhang raised their eyebrows, and both of them couldn't help but be startled and hugged each other.

A faint breath permeated.

In the whole room, only a faint yellow light could be seen, illuminating some corners.

Those places where there is no light seem to hide a pair of eye-catching eyes.

Suddenly, I saw only two phantom shadows, hazy, as if they had floated in from outside the door of the crematorium.

"Ghost ...... There are ghosts ......."

Director Chen and Secretary Zhang trembled, and they both sat down on the ground in fright.

I only saw the two phantoms, faintly, like a thin layer of mist, at a glance, it could be seen that it was the shape of two people, but it was completely impossible to see the faces, only the long hair that was scattered down, a long white shirt, in the dark, plain and white.

Under the white shirt, two slender and pale hands were exposed, like undead spirits who came to ask for their lives in the dark night.

Li Changsheng snorted coldly, was extremely calm, picked up the silver-white short sword in his hand, and picked up a spell: "At the bottom of the gossip fight, Rob is around." Cover the world, and the flames are fierce. The ghost spirit sees, into the ground, turned into ashes. The ancient wood evil temple, the eternal catastrophe of the dust. Urgent as Taiyi Yuanjun's law. ”

As soon as the words fell, a person walked forward, only to see the charm on the tip of the silver-white short sword suddenly ignited.

"Bang ......" for a moment.

A burst of fire, erupting long, slender and long.

The whole room seemed to be lit up in an instant.

The light flashed, and it flashed past the two phantoms.

The phantom suddenly flickered, as if it was about to dodge, and came in the direction of Director Chen and Secretary Zhang.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang trembled and hurriedly wanted to retreat.

"Don't make glutinous rice rings......"

Li Changsheng shouted angrily, and his voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu ringing in the night.

Director Chen and Secretary Zhang's hearts trembled, and they hugged each other tightly, their faces were completely pale with fright, and the two of them didn't dare to retreat, so they hurriedly closed their eyes.

The fingertips of Li Changsheng's other hand were stained with the chicken blood in the celadon bowl, and then flicked it lightly.

With a "whoosh", the chicken blood seemed to be on the tip of his finger, condensed into a small drop of blood, and was bounced out in an instant.

"Wow......"

I heard a terrible scream coming from the room.

The beads of blood shot out, instantly beating the two phantoms to pieces.

The sound of the ghost crying wolf is extremely harsh, in this long dark night, like a meteor that pierces the sky.

The cold wind kept blowing into the room.

I don't know where it blew in.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang broke out in a cold sweat, and their bodies were as if they had completely fallen into an ice cave, and they were extremely stiff.

The other end.

In a dark and damp room.

Mr. Wu's whole body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

I saw his eyes open, and anger flashed through his eyes.

Li Changsheng ...... Looks like I'm underestimating you......"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

In just a short moment, the spell he cast was easily broken by Li Changsheng like this, and even he didn't expect it.

On the altar, the burning candle flickered as if it were crumbling.

I only saw Wu Xianren take a step forward, stomped on the ground, and shouted "......"

As soon as the words fell, his finger pointed to the altar, his body bent slightly, picked up the sand jar beside him, and opened it instantly.

Immediately, a bowl was picked up, and the bowl was filled with a thick white liquid.

This is corpse oil, which is not easy to obtain.

The oil extracted is to burn the human jaw with a high-temperature flame within seven days of the death of a living person.

Spells that require the use of corpse oil are generally very evil.

Originally, the Maoshan faction of Taoism had spells that flowed into Guizhou and other places, mixed with Gu techniques and other demon techniques, and finally fell to Nanyang, becoming known to the world as the "head lowering technique".

Most of the spells cast by the head descender need to use corpse oil as a medium in order to better exert the effect of his own spells.

Wu Xianren smiled coldly, and a cold and strange expression flashed on his face, and he poured the bowl full of corpse oil into the sand jar.

In the sand can, there was a "zizi" sound.

It's like a small animal inside, constantly sucking the inflow of corpse oil.

"Eat and drink enough...... Make a way for me......"

Wu Xianren snorted coldly, and then slapped his palm on the top of the sand can.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed out of the sand jar, and rushed out of the house with a terrible sound.

At this end, Director Chen and Secretary Zhang had just come to their senses, and they were shocked, and when they opened their eyes, they immediately saw another dark shadow, like a skull, flashing into the room.

The two of them said "oops......", and they were so frightened that they quickly closed their eyes again, not daring to look again.

Curator Chen's fat body was so shocked that he kept trembling.

Li Changsheng's face was solemn, and his body retreated slightly.

With a "hula", the black shadow rushed up in an instant, and the speed was very fast, heading towards Li Changsheng's front door.

"Wind and rain, thunder and lightning, Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law."

Li Changsheng shouted angrily, and the silver-white short sword swung immediately.

In the darkness, I only saw a flash of cold light, and the fierce sword light slashed towards the black shadow.

The black shadow flickered in an instant, and it flashed to the corner of the house.

Li Changsheng smiled coldly and said, "Just a head-lowering technique, you also want to get an axe in front of me?" Look at me breaking your ......"

As soon as the words fell, the silver-white short sword in his hand suddenly stabbed at the little black dog that had been prepared.

"Woohoo......"

The black dog let out a miserable scream, and before he could react, blood gushed out from his body and splashed in all directions.

Li Changsheng's posture moved, and the silver-white short sword in his hand immediately swung up, only to see the black dog's blood constantly spilled, falling on the short sword, and in the blink of an eye, the short sword had been completely contaminated with the black dog's blood.

The thick smell of blood once again filled the room.

At this moment, I don't know where in the room, suddenly there was a sound of chanting a mantra, it was not loud, but in the darkness, it was like a spell recited by an evil ghost when he asked for his life.

"Gurgling, gurgling...... I don't know what you're thinking. ”

Li Changsheng glanced around and smiled coldly.

Director Chen and Secretary Zhang shook their bodies, and in their ears, they both heard a strange sound "out of the circle......

The voice was strange, like a woman's voice, a little soft, but faintly cold.

The two of them looked startled, opened their eyes, you look at me, I look at you, cold sweat has soaked their clothes.

Curator Chen looked at Li Changsheng and said tremblingly, "Brother Li...... There is a sound......"

Li Changsheng glanced at this fat man who was afraid of death, and said coldly: "I know, you don't care...... As long as you don't come out of my glutinous rice ring, no matter how strong his magic is, he can't help the two of you. ”

When the words fell, he ignored Director Chen and Secretary Zhang, stepped forward, holding a silver-white short sword in his hand, picked up a charm, and pinched the magic seal in his other hand.

I saw him say in a cold voice: "Tianyou Tianyou, fierce princes." Upper Arctic and lower Kyushu Island. Dressed in gold armor, he holds a spear. The eyes are like lightning, and the claws are like golden hooks. Every demon is slashed, and the ghost is captured. If you don't kill the ghosts, the evil ghosts will cut off your heads. God's Majesty, shall not stay. Hurry like a law, take ......"