After Lao Du finished speaking, the second master was stunned, what kind of magic inheritance, yin and yang spells, etc., he has been a soldier for many years, and he has never heard of it, and he doesn't know what the Xuanmen mentioned in Lao Du's mouth is.

But no one gave him time to think about it.

In the corridor, there were two crisp sounds of the board, which seemed to be extremely empty and empty.

When the second master raised his head, he found that the Japanese onmyoji, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of the stone gate, had for some reason lifted up his wide sleeved robe and covered his face with his sleeves, like a woman drinking in ancient times, revealing an indescribable meaning.

The second master felt very strange and weird, in the dim light, although he could only see the outline of these onmyoji bodies, he could clearly feel the coldness emanating from these onmyoji, this kind of cold feeling, the second master couldn't tell where it came from.

Following the crunch of the two boards, the onmyoji, who covered their faces with their sleeves, suddenly began to sing a tune full of dead silence in a strange tone.

At the same time, the second master heard a cold snort mixed with disdain, which was Chen Yuanhou's.

The Japanese onmyoji in the middle popped out his fingers, pulled out three thin strings that couldn't distinguish the color, and plucked them gently, and the crisp sound of the beans hitting the ground made the second master's ears tingle.

That is, the next moment, the second master saw a scene that he couldn't believe, and suddenly more than a dozen shadows appeared on the ground, twisting and dancing beside those sitting cross-legged onmyoji.

It was clearly full of shadows, and when you looked at it with the naked eye, it was empty.

Immediately, there was a rapid sound of flutes and drums, and the strange shadows on the ground also danced more and more tightly around the side of the Onmyoji, and in the end, those shadows gradually coincided with the figure of the Onmyoji.

The onmyoji in the middle twisted violently and stood up, tearing off his sleeves, revealing a woman's face with white lips and bloodied eyes.

Liu Yuanqing took a few steps forward and stood in front of several people: "What are you doing?" There is a trick to use these ugly women to belittle me? Luo Ying, you twist one too! ”

Luo Ying gritted her teeth and hated not to speak.

The monk was fascinated and looked at it with taste.

"Lao Liu, be careful, there are roughly eight techniques in Japanese Yin-Yang Dao, but in the final analysis, there are only four types of spells, spirits, style gods, and ghost resentment!" Lao Du said with his glasses in his hands.

At this time, the woman suddenly opened her mouth, spit out a mouthful of black gas from her mouth, rushed to her face, and was caught off guard, Liu Yuanqing took a few steps back, pinched out the yellow talisman, and the talisman fire rose, dispersing the black gas, but a tongue with green hair was stretched out in the black gas.

Liu Yuanqing only scolded twice, raised his finger to bite between his fingers, hesitated twice, probably disgusting, slapped his palms with both hands, and two yin and yang fish patterns, one black and one white, poured out from his palms, turned his palms into knives, and slashed straight over.

The woman with black lips and white face spat out a mouthful of blood.

Liu Yuanqing rolled up his sleeves, dusted off the dust on his body, and slashed his eyebrows with a straight finger that seemed to be smiling: "Pretend to be a ghost for Lao Tzu?" I'd like to see what you bastard demons and gods are! ”

The monk came up with admiration to compliment Liu Yuanqing: "Brother Liu is so good!" ”

Liu Yuanqing kicked away the monk: "You get away for me!" ”

As he spoke, Liu Yuanqing took out a stick of incense from the cloth bag on his side and sandwiched it between his fingers and shook it in a semicircle above his head, and green smoke came out.

Liu Yuanqing's fingertips folded the burning incense head, and flicked it along the tongue with green hair, and the incense head touched the group of onmyoji and suddenly splashed all over the sky, where the sparks were shrouded, those onmyoji had long since lost their faces, and at the same time, the necks of the group of onmyoji slowly began to peel off, and finally more than a dozen heads rose to the sky, and the target of the pounce was the group of people behind Liu Yuanqing.

"Flying head? Legend has it that there is a bird in Japan, its name is Xiao, Japan uses yin and yang to train the soul of this bird into a resentful spirit, send it to its own head, nourish it with the blood and blood of the heavenly spirit, and then urge it with a spell, because when it flies, it seems that the caster's head peels off and gets its name. As far as I know, those who are struck by this thing will be turned into dry bones within seven days, and they are extremely vicious, not comparable to ordinary evil spirits! Let me set up a formation to trap this thing, and the monk will use his mental power to dissolve the evil qi in it, Lao Liu, you go and kill these miscellaneous pieces! The rest of the people are careful! ”

Lao Du's face changed slightly, and he said that he was going to take the formation flag, but Chen Yuanhou was indifferent.

Liu Yuanqing smiled: "Lao Du, it seems that my Daomen Mountain character is really declining, and even your people have no confidence in me!" It's okay, we are gathered because of the national disaster, and we often go and return together over the years, and it is also our fate, today I will let you see my ability to write a line, so as not to say that I am Liu Yuanqing arrogant! ”

Liu Yuanqing said, ripped off the coat on his body, and only wore a cardigan short coat with a green dragon spitting beads tattooed on his left arm, but the bead position of the tattoo part was empty, and there was no tattoo of anything, but a string of sandalwood beads that were as clear as a mirror were worn on Liu Yuanqing's wrist.

Liu Yuanqing took off the beads and put them in his palm, moved under his feet, and read in a low voice: "The name of my book is Shangqing, popularizing the netherworld." The ghost department of the Northern Emperor is our battalion. Where I am dominant, how dare the ghost be born? Those who commit crimes are killed, and those who do are punished ......"

"Green Dragon Raising Pearls?" Old Du Meng raised his eyes, his eyes were full of appreciation.

And those onmyoji seemed to be a little unstable suddenly, and when Liu Yuanqing finished reciting the spell in his mouth, the string of beads in his hand gave birth to a monstrous killing intent out of thin air.

And those flying heads who had flown in front of him actually wandered and had the intention of retreating, Liu Yuanqing opened his mouth and shouted softly, and several coiled phantoms appeared from the beads, sweeping towards those flying heads.

Liu Yuanqing stood still, but the folding fans in the hands of those onmyoji fell to the ground with a click, and when the fog dissipated, there were several shocking red lines around the necks of those onmyoji, but there was a dead silence in their eyes.

Only the onmyoji in the middle, who turned into the ghost of a white-faced woman with ink lips, sat cross-legged in place with an unwilling face, looked at Liu Yuanqing and said a call.

Liu Yuanqing didn't understand, and subconsciously looked at Lao Du and Chen Yuanhou, who knew Japanese, but found that their faces had changed drastically.

Lao Du said: "This person said that he has been here for several years, and before he dies, he wants to take a look at what mysterious power there is behind this stone gate!" Otherwise, you won't be able to die! ”

Probably observing the change in the expression on Chen Yuanhou's face, the only remaining onmyoji suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and pounced on the demon pestle on the ground.

The previous situation of flying head had already paralyzed the second master, so at this time he just subconsciously retreated.

Chen Yuanhou's face was full of horror, he glanced at the second master, and after hesitating, he flew to stop him, but was pulled by Liu Yuanqing: "You don't want to die?" ”

Chen Yuanhou looked at Liu Yuanqing in surprise: "But ......"

"Where did it come from, but you let him open it!" Liu Yuanqing patted Chen Yuanhou on the shoulder: "Since the master passed on your medical skills and passed on my mountain character secret technique, he naturally let me stand in front of you, senior brother, you have to believe your junior brother and me, don't you?" ”

Chen Yuanhou could no longer choose to believe or not to believe, because the blood and qi on the only remaining Onmyoji had dried up rapidly, and the blue-brown meridians on his body were as dense as spider webs, and black hairs grew from the pores, and the black hairs gradually turned white, and in the end, the Onmyoji pressed the demon pestle into the slot with the last of his strength......

The lantern hanging on the wall of the tomb suddenly went out, and then exploded.

At the same time, the scripture above the stone gate, 'I shall destroy immeasurable sentient beings', gradually became scarlet, and then blurred into a pool of blood, which continued to drip down the stone gate, and finally became an upside-down eye.

The monk on the side suddenly said as if he was in great trouble, and said: "King Kong bloody eyes!" Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, his palms trembling and difficult to put together.

The upside-down eyes on the stone door gradually opened, but there was only killing intent in the sky.

Liu Yuanqing was frightened, and he was not allowed to react, and the stone gate set off a head-on wind like a knife, knocking everyone to the ground, Liu Yuanqing's eyes for the first time appeared with fear and remorse, but he still pinched his fingers and blocked the front, the wind swooped, Liu Yuanqing's clothes hunted, and finally shattered, together with himself falling to the ground, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood in his chest, but he couldn't struggle.

The stone door cracked, and the golden Buddha thorn with the blood-colored corpse halo couldn't open his eyes.

Liu Yuanqing pulled the second master who had a corpse pattern all over his body with one hand: "Demon Pestle, take back the Demon Pestle!" Otherwise, we will surely die! ”

The second master's mind was blank, staggered, groped to hold the demon pestle in his hand, but in the next moment he screamed in pain, the vajra seemed to have thousands of steel needles, stabbing all over the body, only for a short moment, the arm holding the vajra continued to ooze blood, and the corpse suppression pattern on the body continued to collapse from the arm like a broken string, until the corpse suppression pattern on the entire arm collapsed clean, the second master was finally overwhelmed, and the demon pestle fell to the ground again.

The second master twisted his body and curled up on the ground in pain, but his palm was no longer able to hold the vajra.

The second master will never forget, the figure he saw behind the stone gate, it was a flat-topped tower, on the top of the tower a lotus platform formed by something unknown, on the lotus platform, a naked monk figure sat cross-legged, the second master couldn't see his face clearly, only saw the endless blood-colored ocean behind him, and there was a golden ocean wandering back and forth in the blood-colored ocean, but it seemed that he couldn't break out of the shackles of this sea of blood.

What frightened the second master even more was that the white hair on the corpse of the onmyoji had fallen off, the body was constantly drying up, but the teeth in the mouth were growing rapidly, and finally the whole corpse showed a strange blue red......

The intense pain and the growing desire to drink blood from his heart almost crushed him.

"The corpse of the Buddha King Kong, if you touch it, you will turn into a corpse! Yuan Qing'er, you Meng Lang! ”

The voice is very old and peaceful, but with an indescribable clear air, it dispels all the pain of the second master.

The second master looked up and saw a simple square-faced old man like an old farmer working in the field, except for the shabby robe.

Liu Yuanqing and Chen Yuanhou each called the old man with complicated expressions: "Master! ”

The old man only said lightly: "Take people out quickly!" ”

Liu Yuanqing said: "Master, aren't you leaving?" ”

The old man shook his head and sighed, threw out a palm-sized ebony coffin to Liu Yuanqing, and said: "My life is also ......" He picked up the demon pestle, stepped to the tower, smashed the monk shadow on the lotus platform, pinched his fingers, and sat cross-legged.

The entire tomb began to shake at this moment, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

Liu Yuanqing watched the old man's hair turn white rapidly, and finally his body had black spots and his face was withered.

Chen Yuanhou's eyes were bloodshot because of grief and indignation, and when he turned his head to look at Liu Yuanqing, his eyes were full of hatred......