As soon as Ma Zi finished chanting this mantra, he heard a loud shout full of anger. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Yuanqing and Uncle Du had a tacit understanding of each other, and their clothes were whirring, but they didn't keep it.

Unable to allow them not to make a move, the white jade brush stretched out two huge palms again, and with each stretch of hand, hundreds of ghosts were taken away, and finally disappeared on the flowing white fluorescent pen.

Every time some of those ghosts disappeared, the evil wind in the field became a little stronger.

Liu Yuanqing pinched out his finger and grinned, and he didn't know that his sloppy beard was blown into his mouth by the wind.

"Eight generals of Fengdu, listen to my orders and get rid of evil spirits!"

Eight huge gods like King Kong each held a weapon, and pounced like a tiger, rushing towards the white jade brush that was greedily grabbing the soul with the palm of his hand.

Liu Yuanqing's heart sank, since the eight generals were invited out by themselves, then they should obey their orders, but others couldn't notice it, but he knew that the eight generals had a trace of hesitation just now.

Qing Xuan's face slowly changed, and he was the closest to the pen.

"Qing Xuan, what are you stunned for, you and I debuted together, Lao Du and I certainly don't like you, but we still know what is right and wrong, and we don't want to retreat!" Uncle Du took out a compass from his sleeve, shouted and stared at the pointer in the compass that kept circling, and kept chanting: "Gengwu, Bingshen...... Thirty ...... Thirteen ......"

Every time Uncle Du opened his mouth, there were two small flags that kept changing directions.

After a short period of distraction, Qing Xuan reacted, couldn't bear to think about the trace of cowardice in his heart just now, and waved his hand: "It's all over for a while!" ”

Everyone in the cave god lineage responded one after another, and sat cross-legged on the ground together, and the older one of them opened his eyes and looked at Qing Xuan with some concern and said, "Uncle Shi, there are only eighty-one disciples in my sect, although the number of ninety-nine is enough, but a few Yin Spirits are needed as array eyes for a formation!" Although there are a few peach talismans in the disciple's hand, they are all useless, and they can't exert the power of the big array, and these are all powerful ghosts whose qi has not been cleaned, and if they are released, they are afraid that they will not be called, and it will be troublesome to entangle other disciples who are not good enough! ”

Qing Xuan's expression was slightly fixed, and he said, "Okay, pick out nine disciples to protect the Fa, and the rest form a seventy-two monarch array!" ”

The disciple answered yes and hurriedly went to make arrangements.

Uncle Du and Liu Yuanqing both breathed a sigh of relief, this Qingxuan is also a person who knows the benefits and harms, the reason why he said this is because the Daozang Three Cave True Scriptures, which are the Cave True Shangqing Sutra, the Cave Xuan Ling Treasure Sutra, and the Three Emperors Sutra of the Cave God.

As the helmsman of the Cave Divine Vein, he would never dare to use the most important scriptures of his own vein to tease others.

These seventy-two monarch formations were repeatedly deduced from the tenth volume of the Three Emperors Sutra: The Seventy-two Emperors Zhai Fang Confession Ritual Chapter by the predecessors of the cave god lineage, and even in the world's Daomen, it is also a well-known formation.

These seventy-two monarchs are the Nine Heavenly Emperors of the Southeast, Northwest and Northwest, the Nine Lands of the Southeast, Northwest and Northwest, and the Northern Xie Taiyi.

Besides, after Ma Zi recited the incantation over there, Li Mengkai and Huang Biao looked at the brush in Ma Zi's hand with straight eyes. The old monk had already picked up Leng Qi who was in a coma, took out the Buddha beads from the big leather jacket, and rolled them back and forth on Leng Qi's body.

Ma Zi's attention was attracted by the old monk, and in their opinion, the old monk was much more reliable than this broken brush.

Seeing that the scattered black qi flowing on Leng Qi's body was attracted by the old monk's Buddha beads, several people showed excited looks.

"I can only gather this resentment, the resentment is in the soul, if you want to completely draw it out, I can't do it, I have to rely on the magic weapon in your hand!" The old monk's words made several people confused.

"Uncle Kong, you said this thing is a magic weapon? I believe that those blue paper orders are rare treasures, but this thing is not black, I really don't know what the use is! ”

Li Mengkai raised his eyebrows and said in disbelief.

Ma Zi didn't know what to think, his brows were furrowed, he reached out and handed the brush in his hand to the old monk, and the old monk did not shirk it, took it, pinched the pen barrel, and the tip of the pen was pointed at Leng Qiyintang, Meixin, and Renzhong, leaving four finger-sized red dots, the same color as cinnabar.

The old monk didn't stop, and picked up the pen again, starting from the side of the black gas, all the way through the eyebrows of Leng Qiyin Hall, and finally straight to the human acupoint.

Something strange happened, and the headless fly-like resentment flowed along the tip of the pen, and the dark red handwriting left behind surged towards it like water flowing into a river

The tip of Leng Seven's nose.

The jet-black liquid flowed from Leng Qi's nostrils, and it stinked unpleasantly. The black liquid turned into two clouds of smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye when it encountered the air, and it remained in the sky above Leng Qi's mind for a long time, still unwilling to leave.

Huang Biao was in a hurry, waving his hand and constantly driving away, but the black qi did not move at all, still surrounding Leng Qi's head.

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, it is the drought that strips your soul of thousands of miles of the red land, and it is the female ghost Shura who is forced to die by you who traps your soul. As the saying goes, the cause of today must have the cause of tomorrow, and the fruit of today must be the cause of the past. If you had left a trace of kindness to that woman, how could there be the suffering of the old mayor, how could there be the resentment of Shura, and how could there be a drought to take advantage of the situation. If it weren't for Lao Qi's risk, who would know when the Shura would be dissatisfied? When did the droughtling die? When will your souls be freed? ”

Ma Zi said very seriously.

The old monk glanced at it unexpectedly, then waved his hand and recited the Buddha's horn and said: "Amitabha, originally you turned into resentment, if you are dissolved by Leng Qi, the last trace left in this world will also dissipate, and now it is your creation to be led out and returned to heaven and earth, and it is the virtue of God's good life." Qinling is the dragon vein of China, if you don't die, it is not impossible to reshape your soul in 10,000 years! Let's go, let's disperse, and find our own creation! ”

As soon as the old monk spoke, the two black smoke paused, and then dispersed in all directions, never stopping again.

Huang Biao and Li Mengkai's eyes widened, how difficult it should be to rebuild their souls in ten thousand years.

Ma Zi looked at the old monk with an inquiring gaze, and said with some hesitation: "Master, is this pen something that only exists in the Yin Judgment Division?" ”

The old monk closed his eyes and said softly, "You ask me if I have a Yin Judgment Division, just as I want to ask if there is a Western Heaven Elysium?" Unknowable! Unspeakable! Let's take a look at Leng Qi'er's situation! As the saying goes, the extremes of things must be opposed, and this resentment is dissipated, and all the pain is naturally taken away. Leng Qi'er is a blessing in disguise, and his soul power is probably a little stronger, I'm afraid that his master is not as mellow as his current soul power! ”