The wind Taoist was the first to strike, but Du Zhiqiang jumped to the front with a few jumps, the sword light was shining, and the sound of the sword qi breaking through the air slashed towards the Wenche Demon Concubine, I have to say that Du Zhiqiang has gone through several experiences, and his swordsmanship has become more and more proficient, and the Wudang body is known for his lightness, and this kid is a handsome man, jumping in the air, swinging the sword in a chic manner, which is really eye-catching.

The eye is eye-catching, and the practical effect is not bad, but suddenly, the group of monsters suddenly flickered like a phantom, and all the monsters and bonfires instantly arrived on the other side of the river, which made Du Zhiqiang stunned, and the momentum of people in the air was also a little old, and he couldn't help but fall down, and he was about to fall into the river.

Du Zhiqiang was still in the air, he felt that the river was yin, he knew that it was not good, he spit it out in one breath, forcibly twisted his body in the air, and worked the shore of Wang Xiaohu's side, just at this time, the wind Taoist caught up, saw his wolf bèi appearance, hurriedly threw out a yellow talisman, and eagerly shot to Du Zhiqiang's feet, which made his body fall a little slow, and the wind Taoist reached the shore to reach out to grab Du Zhiqiang, and only grabbed one arm, Before he could pull it back, Du Zhiqiang's feet had already fallen to the water.

The two of them were all stunned, and a few pale hands stretched out from the seemingly gentle flow of water, grabbed Du Zhiqiang's legs, and dragged them downward.

This drag, dragged on par. Du Zhiqiang fell on the shore, his upper body was on the ground, and his lower body was trapped in the river. His legs were cold and he was about to lose consciousness, and he shouted to the Wind Daoist in panic: "Old Feng, don't let go!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, go back and kill those!" The wind priest grinned and dragged Du Zhiqiang, it was very laborious, and at this time, the fog on the river surface was getting thicker and thicker, and the speed of spreading was extremely fast. And the fog is so thick that it's almost the same color as milk.

At a critical juncture, Wang Xiaohu caught up. Ignoring anything else, he first threw a thunder talisman into the river, and with a bang, the ghosts in the terrifying water flew around. Splashing waves. Taking advantage of this, Wang Xiaohu grabbed Du Zhiqiang's chest, and dragged him out of the water with the joint efforts of the Taoist priest.

There is a saying that pulls out the radish and brings out the mud, but now it is pulling out Du Zhiqiang with the ghost, and five or six powerful ghosts are reluctant to let go, and they are also dragged ashore. This time, there is no need for Wang Xiaohu to worry about it, and the Taoists behind him caught up. Three times five divided by two, a few ghosts cleaned up.

Du Zhiqiang was frightened, panting heavily, Wang Xiaohu was afraid that his legs would be eroded by yin qi, so he tried his best to help him activate the meridians, while looking towards the river, the small river that was flowing normally just now is almost static, the water is flowing quite slowly, in the clear water, one by one ghosts are added one by one, and the river is full of ghosts.

The relationship between the fog, Wang Xiaohu can't really see what the ghosts in the river are, but the ghosts in the river emit a cold atmosphere, like a small knife, everywhere passed, everyone felt the same cold as the substance, Wang Xiaohu was lucky for a while, thanks to the wind Taoist who dragged Du Zhiqiang and didn't let him fall into the river, otherwise such a strong cold breath invaded the viscera, it would be really a big trouble.

The cold aura on the surface of the river was too strong, Wang Xiaohu, the Feng Daoist and the Taoist people had to help Du Zhiqiang to retreat, retreating to a relatively unaffected distance, and the fog became more and more intense, almost to the point where he couldn't see his fingers.

There are countless ghosts in the river, and there are ghosts and concubines waiting for the opportunity to move, and their vision is blocked, so they are too passive, and without waiting for Wang Xiaohu to ask for a spell, there are already Taoist figures who have begun to chant the incantation: "The stars in the heavens are the first to cut through the chaos and thunder." Zuotian set up the Qiankun Pillar, and cracked the ground and shook the Xunmen. The Blue Emperor Cangtong passed the order, and the heavens ordered a thunderous roar. I will make the stars handsome in this battle, and the stars will move and run against each other......"

In the sound of the incantation, a few yellow talismans flashed and flew out, flying and flipping, sweeping away the white thick fog, the eyes were clear for a few miles, and he could see things clearly, and he saw the group of monsters of Wenche Demon Concubine frolicking on the other side of the river, very lively, as if he didn't care about them at all, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help frowning, and carefully looked at the small river in front of him.

The yin air above the river is swirling, the cold breath is constantly steaming, it has blocked the road, the yin qi is so thick, there is a group of monsters on the other bank, no one dares to cross the river lightly, Wang Xiaohu groaned, the wind Taoist scolded: "Damn, Lao Tzu has traveled all over the world, and I have never seen such a deep yin river, could it be that the water of the Styx River is brought over?" ”

Wang Xiaohu's heart moved, remembering the Styx in the Western Hell, in addition to the lack of blood, the Yin Qi was so thick that it was almost nothing worse, and he couldn't help but sniff it with his nose, and immediately smelled a smell of herbs mixed with a faint smell of blood, could it really be the Onmyoji practice that led to the water of the Styx?

"Xiaohu, don't worry, if my expectations are right, this should be the second barrier set up by Abe Zhengyi, the river seems to be blocking us, the real key is still on those monsters, the river is good, but the road is not easy to walk." Geng Jianyang's words were a pun, and Wang Xiaohu also understood the meaning of his words.

It's not difficult to cross the river, but what is difficult is how to deal with it after crossing the river, but what we have to do in front of us is to cross the river, but the river, there is not even a road, Wang Xiaohu suddenly smiled and patted Geng Jianyang's shoulder: "When will our road be easy to walk?" No matter how difficult the road is, I won't come here! With that, he strode forward, Geng Jianyang smiled slightly and followed.

Wang Xiaohu came to the river, looked down at the river, the water was clear to the bottom, and it was to the depth of the calf, and all kinds of ethereal ghosts floating in the water flowed through the water, it was impossible, even if it could clear a road, the consumption was too great, but it was not water, and there was no bridge, and it was difficult to cut a tree on both banks.

"Master Wang doesn't have to have a headache, this small river can't stop us, come, I'll build a bridge for everyone!" After the Wind Daoist finished speaking, he shook the copper coin sword in his hand, the red line was broken, and one hundred and eight copper coins were scattered on the ground. Protect your life and protect your life, and capture the three souls. The spirit rune guards the soul and shows the ghosts and gods. Let me face the que, save my Xuanmen. Please go to the Jade Court and serve Gao Zhen in the face. The correspondence is clear, the courtesy is sincere, and the Jade Emperor is ordered. Hurry up and pursue ......"

At the sound of the incantation, the Wind Daoist squeezed his hand and shouted towards the one hundred and eight copper coins scattered on the ground: "Get up! One hundred and zero copper coins suddenly stood upright, each emitting a golden light, with the gesture of the wind priest one by one suspended in the air, the wind priest pointed forward, the copper coins suddenly divided into two rows, silently spread straight over, across the river surface about half a meter, the golden light is bright, it is really like a suspended bridge.

The strange thing is that the wind Taoist made such a big movement, but there was no reaction to the monsters of the Wenche Demon Concubine, and they were still carnivaling around the bonfire, Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to let others take the lead, took a deep breath, pulled out the three clear bells, and shouted loudly: "Don't rob me!" "Run two quick steps, leap onto the copper coin, and rush forward like lightning.

Wind Daoist this method is called Feigang Divine Method, and the mantra is called Feigang Divine Mantra, as the name suggests, it is in some evil places, with copper coins as the medium of spells, it is very miraculous, and when it encounters water, it is a bridge when it encounters water, if it is a swamp or a sea of blood, it is a road to pave.

The distance between the river and the surface of the river is more than ten meters, Wang Xiaohu's movements are not unfast, and he can reach the opposite bank in three or five steps, but as soon as he sprang out of a step, he felt the cold air in the river, and his arrival seemed to alarm the sleeping ghosts in the river, stretching out a pair of wet hands, grabbing him, and wanting to drag him down the river.

Of course, Wang Xiaohu had long expected that crossing the river would not be smooth, and he was just about to cast the three clear bells, but he saw two yellow runes shooting out behind him, and the spell of the golden knife slashing evil behind him sounded, and the yellow runes turned into two golden knives in the air, and the ghosts of those who leaned out half of their bodies and stretched out their hands to grab Wang Xiaohu were like a sickle cutting grass, and cut them in two.

The severed ghost screamed again and again, emitting cold white smoke, turning into a thick fog, someone took action to save Wang Xiaohu a lot of trouble, toe dots, a few steps to the other side of the river, before the feet were solid, suddenly a bare, fat, strange-eyed, only wearing a pair of crotch pants strange monk, with a weird smile, holding a wine jar towards Wang Xiaohu's head smashed.

The strange monk is a subordinate of the Wenche Demon Concubine, called Tang Umbrella Monk, who is a kind of monster in Japanese myths and legends, and belongs to a kind of Fu Fu God. Legend has it that it was formed after 100 years of resting on the oil-paper umbrella, and is characterized by one eye, a sticking out tongue, one leg, and usually wearing a lower pack.

"Get out!" Wang Xiaohu roared angrily, shook the three clear bells in his hand, and the strange monk was stunned, and the next moment Wang Xiaohu kicked out, actually kicked in the air, stumbled under his feet, and the strange monk suddenly appeared behind him, still holding the wine jar in his hand, and smashed it condescendingly.

When Wang Xiaohu stumbled under his feet, he felt bad, his body suddenly turned, and before he could make a move, a giant tiger on his chest suddenly showed his figure, woo! With a roar, he pounced on the strange monk, and the strange monk's movements were really fast and incredible, and when the tiger head was about to touch him, one turned around and disappeared without a trace, and then a stench, snake-like monster entangled up.

Wang Xiaohu took a wrong step, shook the three clear bells in his left hand, and slapped the Lingbao Golden Seal with his right hand towards the top of the monster's head, and then the shouts of the wind Taoist priest came from behind, and the second one behind him crossed the river, and a yellow talisman in his hand shot towards the Tang umbrella monk who suddenly appeared again.

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