"There are spoilers, who are here for the soul of this Tang Dynasty Sword Saint, Lord Tuyumen, are we going to give up?"

"No, no, I need this powerful soul."

In the rental house near the Weimin Building, several people sat on their knees, discussing things.

In the rental room, large thick curtains are drawn to block the light outside.

A man in a mustachioed suit, with a straight waist, is giving orders.

"China's peculiar bureau is like a hunter's eagle dog, very keen, and the stand-in I sent out can't be hidden for long."

"This time, I came through formal channels in the name of business negotiations, and it is impossible to spare too much time."

"Therefore, we have to take down the soul of that Tang Dynasty Sword Saint in the shortest possible time, as for that exorcist········ Yamada, Inoue, I'll leave it to you! ”

"In order to avoid trouble afterwards, it is better not to kill, just keep an eye on him, leave him alone if he does not interfere, and stop him as soon as he shows signs of meddling. It would be best if it could be solved with money, anyway, don't let people bother me! ”

"Hey!"

Two men bent to their knees.

···········

Lin Zhengyang was still not at ease after all, and released the five ghosts.

A gloomy wind blew in the building.

Immediately, the five ghosts shrank back suddenly, hiding in the locust wood tablet and not coming out.

During the day, it's not a place where they can move.

"I can only wait········"

Until now, Lin Zhengyang felt that his means were barren, not only did he have few means, but even his skills were too shallow.

It's not that there are no spells to explore the terrain, but with his skills, he can't use them.

That's the embarrassment.

The depth of skill depends on whether you work hard or not on weekdays, as well as the level of understanding and talent.

People with similar conditions, after practicing for more than ten years, the final skill gap can be doubled.

Lin Zhengyang's current foundation is actually good compared to his peers.

Orthodox cultivation is nothing more than three stages: refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods, and refining gods to return to emptiness.

He is now in the intermediate stage of refining and refining qi, and he already has a true qi that is not weak, but his skill is only not weak in horizontal comparison, and he has not yet reached the point of conceiving and strengthening the Yin God, as for the Yin God out of the body and night travel, it will take at least sixty years of cultivation.

True cultivation is not as simple as swallowing a pill into the stomach as the novelist said.

Working hard every day and exercising the body and mind is a kind of patience and perseverance.

If this process is omitted, even if you obtain supernatural powers, you can't control your true mind, and you're just an ordinary person with no power.

This is to wait until the evening.

During this period, Lin Zhengyang was all meditating, reciting mantras silently.

Originally, he thought that someone would sneak up on him.

And yet nothing happened.

But Lin Zhengyang has a strong inspiration that something is going to happen, or is happening.

This feeling came very suddenly, but Lin Zhengyang knew that the premonition of cultivators was quite effective, especially in matters related to himself.

He had similar premonitions in the past, but they were all hazy, as if looking at the size through frosted glass, not as strong and accurate as this time.

This sudden premonition drove him to a certain direction.

"Check it out!"

He quickly made a decision.

"Gotta check it out!"

Taking advantage of the night, he quietly walked out against the wall.

As for the two men who were spying on him, nothing was known.

Staring at one place for a long time can be tiring.

It's people, and they're lazy.

Lin Zhengyang didn't know that his family was being targeted, so he naturally made preparations.

In the unfinished building, on the cold concrete floor, there is still a figure, motionless, as if still meditating.

The mobile phone has long been turned to silent, and when I opened it, sure enough, there were a series of missed calls, and there were hundreds of text messages.

In a fast-food restaurant, Lin Zhengyang made a phone call.

"Why do you answer the phone? Ai Rong is gone, I can't find it! ”

"Where was she last seen?"

"She bought clothes with me, asked me to borrow money, and then suddenly said that something was wrong, and with a whoosh, she flew away."

"I thought it was all right········"

"Where did you buy the clothes?"

"Near the Civic Square, there is a martyr's cemetery·········"

Lin Zhengyang hung up the phone, checked out, and left through the back door.

He almost knew what was going on.

Martyrs' cemetery, civic square, so coincidental?

Right in front of him.

The martyr's cemetery is not large, covering an area of only half a hectare.

Open from 9 to 11 a.m. and from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m.

Other than that, it's closed.

At this point in time, it was already closed.

What a ·········· Great place to fight!

Different from the imagination of ordinary people, the real fighting method is not too fancy, and it is practical.

Especially in modern times, there is no shortage of guys who use prohibited weapons to assist in fighting, and they are denounced as heretical.

However, this does not change the essence of the fact that spells are not as efficient as modern killing weapons.

In terms of killing efficiency, Gatling is more powerful than all the people in China combined.

There is no Gatling Bodhisattva in the south, and there are six pure and large pipes; One breath of 3,600 turns, great mercy and great compassion for the world!

Just ask if you're afraid?

Even if he is a Dao Sect master who has cultivated into a ghost immortal, he can only be afraid of the destruction of his body, and he can be reborn and make a comeback.

It's really more efficient than killing, and it can't be compared.

Therefore, the fighting method is not only not good-looking, but also almost always turns into a shootout.

Lin Zhengyang has never participated in such a fight············

He is human, flesh and blood, and when hit by a bullet, he will be injured and bleed, and his spells are not truly omnipotent.

Especially in the 21st century, with the advent of the era of big data, metaphysicians have increasingly lost the soil for their existence.

Now they can still eat the bowl of rice of exorcism and feng shui, but what about the future?

What if technology continues to develop?

Sooner or later, it's going to be over.

Every time I think about this, I can't help but cry.

What's more, I learned from Sister Xiaoxi that it is getting more and more difficult to practice now.

Four hundred years ago, there were no earth immortals in Shenzhou, and they either went to the cave to survive, or sat in the cave.

A little farther away, there are still rumors of ascending to the upper realm from time to time.

In the past hundred years, the highest achievement is actually a junior who has only entered the Tao for a year, and has achieved the realm of immortals in turbulent years.

In the past twenty years, it has been rare to even be able to cultivate the Yin God.

The only ones who are still in the world and are struggling to support them are just a few old immortals.

When they all run out of longevity, this place will really become a desert.

One generation is not as good as the next.

The power of supernatural powers is weakening, and the cultivation of Taoism is becoming more and more difficult.

Such an environment cannot be reversed by one or two geniuses.

As a result, there are fewer and fewer things to fight in society now.

Kinetic thermal weapons must be easy to trace.

But the magic power gradually became invalid.

There was no way, and in the end everyone switched careers to exorcism.

At least this will make money.

Lin Zhengyang had already heard the sound of firecrackers.

Pretty smart, use this to disguise the spell, and the gunshots.

In addition, there is a sharp feeling that can only be felt by those who have excellent spiritual sense.

This is someone robbing business, no, it is taking a fancy to this sword soul.

Sure enough, it's not just that I'm smart.

"No, maybe I'm the one who came to rob the monster."

Lin Zhengyang combed it well, and then felt that it was too much of a coincidence.

"A sword soul with such a strong sword soul has been unknown before, so it can be seen that it doesn't want to hurt people, at least it retains a considerable degree of sanity."

"Now that it suddenly appears and makes a mess, I'm afraid it's a last resort."

"For example··········· Someone had their eye on him. ”

Lin Zhengyang suddenly stopped.

It's too dangerous to go any further.

A companion who has a gun and has been preparing for a long time, the sword soul of the sword qi that cuts iron and the void.

Either way, it's not easy to mess with.

He was going to wait and see a little longer.