Wu Zhiyuan felt a chill in his heart, knowing that there were also soul bones coming out behind him, the soul bones in front of him floated more than a zhang away, and the soul bones behind him had already been attached to his back, in danger, Wu Zhiyuan gave up the soul bones in front of him, and hurriedly returned the sword, and the peachwood sword stabbed out from his armpit to the back.

The sword stabbed directly into the abdominal bone of the corpse behind him, and when he heard a "click", Wu Zhiyuan turned around and looked, and the ghost suppression talisman inserted in the bones of the soul bone suddenly ignited, and the soul bone let out an ethereal scream, the jaw of the skull was closed one by one, and the body was instantly surrounded by firelight, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of fly ash and disappeared without a trace.

didn't have time to breathe, a pair of terrifying and hideous faces crawled out of the ground in a steady stream, and soon crawled out of as many as seven or eight bodies, Wu Zhiyuan told me to rest in his heart, one or two soul bones can barely cope with it at the same time, so many soul bones are surging towards him at the same time, the hope of survival is extremely slim, and there are soul bones constantly emerging from the ground, so it is really extremely dangerous.

Wu Zhiyuan took a few steps back, the space in this soul conjuring array was relatively cramped, there was not much room for movement, as the number of soul bones continued to increase, Wu Zhiyuan soon had no place to stay. As he retreated, he grabbed a handful of soybeans from his baggage and threw them at the seven or eight soul bones in front of him like a goddess scattering flowers.

Among the plants, soybeans are one of the most yang energy, because their shells burst and eject when the midday sun is at their strongest, absorbing the essence of sunlight. In some theories of traditional Chinese medicine, red beans are also used as medicinal materials to treat the disease of lack of yang qi. In Maoshan Taoism, the practice of opening the altar often uses soybeans as a fire guide to enhance yang energy.

However, at this time, Wu Zhiyuan used soybeans as a weapon to repel soul bones in a panic, which was still an innovative move in Maoshan Dao Technique. A handful of soybeans hit the skeleton of the soul bone one after another, making a series of "popping" popping sounds, the soybeans burst on the bones of the soul bone, and a burst of white smoke came out, and the soul bone was hit backwards, but then it surged towards Wu Zhiyuan again, which shows that for them, the power of soybeans is not enough to kill.

Wu Zhiyuan scolded secretly, kicked away the soul bone closest to him, and reached into the burden to grab another handful of soybeans.

At this moment, a miserable scream suddenly came from outside the Soul Array, and at the same time, Wu Zhiyuan saw that the three lanterns hanging in the air suddenly fell to the ground, and the circle of Soul Flags that surrounded him in the center also fell to the ground, and the sunlight in the woods immediately shone in, and the woods, which had just been dim and did not see the light of day, had become bright.

The seven or eight soul bones were illuminated by the sun, and all of them let out a miserable scream, and the sound seemed to come from the ground, very ethereal. Immediately after, puffs of white smoke began to rise from the skeleton of the soul bones, and the corpses turned into a puff of ash in the blink of an eye, completely disappearing from this world.

Ghosts are afraid of sunlight.

Wu Zhiyuan took a long breath and saw a man in black flashing by the edge of the woods, the speed was too fast, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't see the person's appearance clearly. In front of him was an overturned offering table, with flags, incense burners, tea bowls, silver needles, wooden swords, paper talismans, and other ritual tools scattered all over the ground. This Spiritualist Array was set up here to open the altar.

At the overturned offering table, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe got up from the ground, he glanced at Wu Zhiyuan in a panic, turned around and fled towards the edge of the woods.

"Stop!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted and chased after him.

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to have been attacked by the man in black, and his leg seemed to be injured, he ignored Wu Zhiyuan's drinking, limped and continued to run wildly, but was soon caught up by Wu Zhiyuan.

"Still running!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted violently, and the tip of the peachwood sword was already on the back of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped, forced his composure, and said, "You can't kill me!" ”

"But you just wanted to kill me!" Wu Zhiyuan said sharply.

"I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to play a joke on you when I trapped you in the Spiritualist Array." The middle-aged Taoist priest was obviously quibbling.

"You're making a big joke!" Wu Zhiyuan reprimanded coldly, and at the same time pushed the Taoist priest, "Take me to Maoshan Mountain!" ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly walked a few steps forward, Wu Zhiyuan followed, along the way, the Taoist priest didn't dare to go back, he thought that Wu Zhiyuan's peach wood sword had been close to his back, in fact, Wu Zhiyuan had already taken the wooden sword back.

After walking through a few rugged mountain roads and passing through a forest, the two of them went on a relatively flat road, and soon, the magnificent scenery of the Maoshan Taoist Temple was presented in front of Wu Zhiyuan.

Stepping on a wide stone staircase, the two turned into the backyard, and the middle-aged Taoist priest did not bring Wu Zhiyuan into the front hall, because that was the place where pilgrims offered incense and oil money.

A little Taoist priest was holding a broom in the courtyard to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, Wu Zhiyuan recognized at a glance that he was the little Taoist priest who had led himself up the path into the soul conjuring array in front of the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, and at the same time, the little Taoist priest also saw the middle-aged Taoist priest, when he moved his eyes back and saw Wu Zhiyuan standing behind the middle-aged Taoist priest, his eyes flashed a trace of confusion, and he threw down the broom and ran towards the backyard hall.

"Stop!" Wu Zhiyuan put the peachwood sword on the shoulder of the middle-aged Taoist priest and scolded, he knew that soon the little Taoist priest would call Yang Chengzong and the others.

Sure enough, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded from the hallway, and several figures flashed out of the corridors, the first one was about sixty years old, about the same age as Zhang Zefang, dressed in Taoist robes, red face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, extraordinary instruments, followed by several Taoist priests, some wearing Taoist robes, with high hair buns, and some dressed as vulgar people, Wu Zhiyuan recognized Zhou Huanzhang and Bai Jinqiu who had met before.

"Master, that's him." Zhou Huanzhang whispered in the ear of the Taoist priest at the head.

Wu Zhiyuan had already determined the identity of the Taoist priest at this time, he was the apprentice of the third master mentioned by the master Zhang Zefang, and Yang Chengzong, who claimed to be the head of Maoshan Dynasty.

Yang Chengzong originally stared at Wu Zhiyuan with a stern expression, but after hearing Zhou Huanzhang's words, his face suddenly changed, and he stepped forward with a smile and bowed: "This is Wu Zhiyuan's nephew who is called Wu Maoshan by the people of the rivers and lakes?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned in his heart, even if Yang Chengzong had long known that he had worshiped under the Maoshan Sect, he didn't want to admit his identity so quickly, because he had made an oath with his master not to go to Maoshan as a disciple of Maoshan, but he didn't expect Yang Chengzong to be a master and nephew to himself, and knew his nickname "Wu Maoshan", obviously he knew everything about himself.

"Uncle Yang, don't dare to be. If you've gone to great lengths to ask me to come, why are you making this fuss again? Wu Zhiyuan said, and the peachwood sword leaned against the middle-aged Taoist priest's neck.

The middle-aged Taoist priest hurriedly looked at Yang Chengzong in a panic and explained, "Master, I was attacked by a man in black in the process of opening the altar, so I ......"

"Shut up!" Yang Chengzong scolded angrily and interrupted the middle-aged Taoist priest's words, "Don't make so many excuses if you are not good at learning." Saying that, his face changed, and he looked at Wu Zhiyuan gently, "Forgive me Senior Nephew Wu, the Soul Conjuring Array is actually my arrangement, you know, now there are many people in the rivers and lakes who are pretending to be our Maoshan disciples and deceiving them, in order to verify the identity of Senior Nephew Wu, so I made this decision, and I also hope for Haihan." ”

Wu Zhiyuan sneered, and secretly said in his heart, it turned out that Yang Chengzong was secretly mocking himself for pretending to be a disciple of Maoshan, so he also asked unceremoniously and coldly: "Then now that I have tried, Uncle Yang, will you tell me if I, a disciple of Maoshan Mountain, am I pretending?" ”