Yan Siru sneered and waved the blue lantern in his hand.

The blue lantern shot out countless clusters of ghostly fire.

The ghost fire fell on the lonely ghosts who were pulling the tablets, burrowing into their bodies like maggots and burning.

The lonely ghosts raised their heads and howled bitterly, their faces extremely hideous.

Driven by the ghost fire, the lonely ghosts gritted their teeth and desperately pulled the tablet towards us.

It is a ghost control technique that burns ghosts in order to gain mana.

Yan Siru stepped lightly on the lotus step, stretched out his left hand and waved it lightly in mid-air, and three ghostly characters were suddenly written on the wordless tablet - Yan Siru.

When the last stroke of the word "Ru" fell, the tablet suddenly trembled.

Yan Siru also trembled, and slowly grew taller.

From a six- or seven-year-old girl to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Daoist Qingyang didn't care about the changes in the little girl, he pinched the seal with both hands, and the words in his mouth pointed towards the dust suspended above his head.

The whisks on the dust swelled suddenly, rolling towards the lonely ghosts one by one.

In an instant, the lonely ghost was wrapped up like a mummy.

Qingyang Dao said loudly: "Heaven and earth are infinite, yin and yang borrow the law, all things are yin and spirit, the four elephants are in place, broken!" ”

The rune paper scattered on the ground suddenly burned, and the iron chains locked on the pipa bones of the lonely soul and wild ghost made a "pop" sound one after another, breaking one by one.

The lonely ghosts fell to the ground.

The little ghost child couldn't help frowning, with a solemn look on his face.

Yan Siru's face was discolored, and she changed from a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Tingting girl to a little girl.

Qingyang Dao Chang drew a gossip pattern in the air on his chest, and said loudly: "Yin spirit is on the road, and the living are avoided!" ”

The gossip pattern formed a huge whirlpool, sucking in the lonely souls and wild ghosts that fell to the ground.

Qingyang Dao pointed on his toes, grasped the peachwood sword, and stabbed Yan Siru with a sword.

Yan Siru was shocked, stretched out her hand, and the eight boys and girls carrying the sedan chair were neatly arranged in front of Yan Siru, forming a straight line.

The peachwood sword stabbed through the chests of the boys and girls, splattering countless black blood.

The boy and the girl became paper figures and hung from the sword.

Yan Siru panicked and froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.

Just as the peachwood sword was about to pierce Yan Siru's chest, the little ghost child grabbed Yan Siru and pulled her to his side.

The little ghost child grinned, bared his teeth, and let out a loud roar, and pounced on the Qingyang Dao Chief.

My heart was extremely nervous, and I looked at Qingyang Daoist with great worry.

The little Taoist of Tianxin Pavilion said that the Qingyang Daoist is not the opponent of the little ghost child, and hopes that the Qingyang Daoist will be fine.

Qingyang Dao Commander held the peachwood sword in his hand, picked up the sword flowers, and stabbed at the little ghost child.

The little ghost child's body was like a shadow, erratic, not only dodging the assassination of the peachwood sword one after another, but also almost grabbing the face of the Qingyang Daoist with one claw.

Qingyang Dao Commander raised his head to the sky and roared, and with a stretch of his left hand, the dust suspended in mid-air fell steadily on Qingyang Dao Chief's hand as if it had been summoned.

Starting with the dust, the spirit of Qingyang Dao Chang was lifted.

Qingyang Dao Chang held the dust in his left hand, held the peachwood sword in his right hand, and opened the bow left and right to kill the little ghost child.

The little ghost boy sneered, jumped up, and shot towards Qingyang Dao Chang like a spring.

The two of them were like martial arts masters, flickering and fighting.

It's cloudy for a while.

For a while, there was a burst of anger.

I think Qingyang Dao Chang's spell seems to be above Uncle Gua, but he has two magic weapons in his hand, and he still can't help the little ghost child.

No wonder Uncle Gua is so jealous of the little ghost child, this little ghost child is really powerful.

I couldn't help but think of Xiao Wang, who turned into a powerful ghost, and Huang Weishi, who was still in my second uncle.

Xiao Wang was so frightened when he saw the little ghost child that he turned around and ran, and Huang Youshi didn't dare to confront the little ghost child easily.

It is inferred from this that the ghost grandfather who controls the little ghost child must be even more powerful.

Qingyang Daoist couldn't take down the little ghost child, sold a flaw, and immediately dodged out of the battle circle.

The little ghost child grinned "hehe" and looked at Qingyang Daoist mockingly.

Yan Siru also jumped up happily.

Qingyang Dao Chang put away the peachwood sword and whisk, and with his right hand, he copied it in mid-air and took out a mourning stick.

Seeing the mourning stick, the little ghost boy and Yan Siru were stunned.

I was also amazed.

The mourning stick is at the junction of yin and yang, and only the ghost dares to take it.

Qingyang Dao sang loudly: "Dust to dust, soil to soil, Yin and Yang Road, two boundless!" ”

"Come in the wind, go in the rain, reincarnation, life and death together!"

"Nai He Bridge ......"

Qingyang Dao Chang sang poignantly and complainingly, and the feminine flowed.

The faces of the little ghost boy and Yan Siru changed suddenly.

When the last sentence of Qingyang Dao Chang had just sung three words, the little ghost boy took Yan Siru's hand and turned around and ran.

Qingyang Dao Chang shouted loudly, picked up the mourning stick and chased after him.

With a "boom", the mourning stick hit the endless darkness, causing a tremble.

"Ahh The little ghost child screamed bitterly.

"Bullnose, the day I become a ghost will be when half of your ghost is scattered!"

The voice of the little ghost child with bitterness came from the endless darkness.

I originally thought that we were more auspicious today, but I didn't expect that Qingyang Daoist actually beat away the little ghost child.

And it seems to have injured the little ghost child.

It's just that I don't know something, since the Qingyang Dao Leader can defeat the little ghost child, why his little Taoist said that he can't beat the little ghost child, and he drove me out of Tianxin Pavilion.

Doesn't he want to help me?

However, when the Qingyang Daoist exdited those lonely souls and wild ghosts who were locked in the soul just now, he was clearly merciful and merciful, and he was a very kind-hearted Dao Chief.

Daoist Qingyang took out the soul urn, poured out the soul of Dr. Yang, slapped the heavenly spirit cover of Dr. Yang and the two nurses, and said to the three of them, "Go and return the soul!" ”

Doctor Yang and the three of them nodded gratefully to Daoist Qingyang, turned around and walked into the darkness.

Qingyang Dao Chang put away the mourning stick, took out the dust, and waved it casually.

The light tube in the toilet flickered and lit up.

The toilet is back to its original form.

Qingyang Dao Chang turned his head to look at me, and said curiously: "Your Yin Tang has been black for a long time, and the bad luck on your head has been long, and the yin qi on your body is even more intense, it is no different from a ghost!" It's a miracle that you can't believe you're still alive until now! ”

I was amazed in my heart, didn't the Qingyang Dao Elder calculate the hexagram for me? How could he not know about my situation.

If he didn't know about my situation, how could he send a little Taoist boy to send me away?

Are you looking at my jokes?

I said angrily, "Dao Chief, don't you know what my situation is?" ”

Qingyang Daoist raised his eyebrows and said suspiciously, "I know? ”

I snorted coldly, "The night four days ago, didn't you let your apprentice drive me out of Tianxin Pavilion?" ”

Qingyang Dao Chang frowned, thought for a while and said, "My two apprentices went to Sichuan a week ago, and they haven't come back yet!" ”