"Yin Yang Liao ......" The girl was word-by-word, and she did not give in to her momentum. This person is the eldest son of the Fujita family, and he is also a well-known onmyoji, who can rank in the top five in the Yin-Yang Liao, Genji and the Fujita family have been in conflict for a long time, and Sakura has long guessed that he will interfere and obstruct. It's just that now this person is standing here openly, I'm afraid that Yin Yang Liao has also intervened in this matter, so he is so unscrupulous to summon the gods near the Daocheng Temple.

Yin and Yang Family? Wu Yong lightly fanned his fan, looked at the comer, and said lightly: "I have long heard that Dongying Yin-Yang Master uses summoning gods as a cultivation method, and those who cultivate to a high level can even summon Arhat divine soldiers, and today I am finally fortunate to see it." His words were neither light nor heavy, but with the movement of the fan, and the black smoke that shook off the fan and was quickly swallowed by the golden light, no matter how you look at it, it is inexplicably a little mocking.

Presumably Takeshi Fujita felt the same way, but he was completely powerless to refute anything - the nine-tailed cat just took a step on the fan of sentient beings and was entangled and eroded by the immortal power of Wuyong, if it wasn't recovered quickly, I am afraid that it would be cut off by half. Looking at the woman in red next to him, it should be the person who injured the Qinglong envoy yesterday, and this nine-section whip should not be a mortal thing, ordinary weapons have long been eroded by the demonic power of the nine-tailed cat, but this whip is not damaged at all, which is really breathtaking.

"It seems that that last night that person was not lightly injured, so that even if you give up that kind of god, you will hurt me. Jun Luo shook the blood on his hands, took out his handkerchief and bandaged it, smiling and mocking. Fujita Takeshi was just about to speak, but he heard a tearing sound from his sleeve, and the paper figure was directly broken into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"The thousand-year-old demon is afraid of a few drops of my blood, who gave you the courage to let a wild cat scratch me?"

The woman in red smiled coldly, looking at Takeshi Fujita's eyes as if she were looking at a clown. The latter's face was full of color, his gaze wandered for a moment among the three of them, and with a vicious wave of his sleeves, he dropped a sentence of 'we'll see' and retreated into the forest. Junluo turned around and met Kamizakura's gaze, the man just looked at her calmly, but it was cold and palpitating. In the end, Sakura still didn't ask anything, turned around and continued to lead the way, but Hanari looked at Junluo twice, and stopped talking, probably wanting to blame her for not listening to her master's arrangement but jealous of Junluo's strength.

The silence didn't last long, and Sakura opened her mouth to explain the current situation. The Yin-Yang Liao is the gathering place of the country's top onmyoji, which is of an official nature, with the strongest onmyoji serving as the head of yin and yang, and there are two envoys of Qinglong and Vermilion Bird, who are led by two gates. The Onmyo-ryo was sent by the Emperor to settle the matter of the Doseiji Bell and was in charge of the Seiryu envoy Ikeda. As for Takeshi Fujita just now, he is not only an onmyoji, but also the eldest son of the Fujita family, he naturally will not let Sakura's abacus play so well, and he will be obstructed everywhere. Speaking of this, Sakura glanced at Junluo, and her eyes were a little complicated.

If Wuyong is on her side, then this woman in red is a variable, and Sakura doesn't know if it's good or bad.

The temple has been closed for a long time, and there are no civilians who come to worship on the mountain road. I don't know why, everyone stopped in front of the mountain gate, and the ancient temple in front of them was shaped like the Heavenly Empire, even though there was a terrifying ancient bell, it still made people deeply shocked.

Sakura raised her feet and was about to go inside, but she heard Wuyong ask, "Sakurahime knows a little magic, right?"

The woman's movements paused, and her tone was a little eager: "It's really a little bit." The eldest daughter of the family has always had to learn something, but she is not proficient in it, and she can barely defend herself. ”

"Don't get too close to the bell for a while. Wuyong glanced at her, and his expression was still faint: "If it is a resentful spirit, it is extremely easy to possess people, especially women." ”

Sakura was stunned, as if she was a little surprised by Wuyong's words, and then bowed her head slightly and looked away.

Sakura had already talked to the abbot of Daocheng Temple yesterday, and Wuyong and Junluo greeted the abbot a few words, and then were led to the apse. The abbot said that the magic circle that sealed the ancient bell had been eroded by the resentment in the bell, and it was better for ordinary people not to go in, so Sakura and the others waited outside.

Apse.

The abbot led the two of them to the outside of the hall, only to see that the doors and windows were tightly closed, and although they were standing outside, there was also a chill coming from behind. Jun Luo couldn't help but think of Qing Chi's joke, and now she really had this question: What is it, can there be such a big resentment, to slaughter all the monks in a place before stopping?

"Wait a minute, the onmyoji of the Yinyangliao are inside, I'll go say hello first. Saying that, the old abbot took two steps forward and buckled the door, Wuyong and Junluo took two steps back, not listening to the communication between the two parties, seeing the other party's same movements as himself, the two glanced at each other, Wuyong quickly moved away, but Junluo smiled: "You are a true gentleman." ”

"I just don't understand. The corners of Wuyong's lips raised slightly, and he made a joke. In fact, since arriving in Dongying, the two have not encountered any communication barriers, only some low-level samurai and maids speak with strong accents, and the rest of the high-ranking nobles such as Fujita Takeshi, Sakura and Gen Hiiragi seem to be from the Celestial Empire. Jun Luo smiled and didn't speak, at this time the door also opened, and three people walked out of it, the two behind were dressed the same as Fujita Takeshi, but the person at the head was a cyan hunting suit, looking forty or fifty years old, and the moment he saw Jun Luo, a hidden red light flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that you are the immortal chief of Penglai. The Qinglong envoy said slowly, his face cloudy.

Jun Luo stood with his arms crossed, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "The old man is in good health, seeing that you can still walk, I am not so sorry." ”

The two people behind Qinglong looked angry when they heard this, but they saw that the Tsing Yi Onmyoji stopped the two with a wave of his hand, his eyes wandered between Jun Luo Wuyong and the two, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, the yellow-haired girl who has no mouth to hide." I would like to advise you, this ancient clock is not as simple as you think. Let's go. As he spoke, the two hurriedly followed, which shows how much they are in awe of this person, and it is a master-apprentice relationship.

"Did he hurt you yesterday?" asked casually as he walked into the hall. Jun Luo touched the hair on his ear, and smiled: "The owner of the Wuda Village feels sorry for my hair?"

As soon as the two of them walked into the main hall, the door was automatically closed behind the sound of 'Peng', and the next moment, the pale golden light lit up in the hall, and there was a large bell with two people high and four people hugging each other in the middle of the magic circle, as if they felt that someone was approaching, and the ancient bell rang by itself, shaking the golden light like a wave of water, and in the sound of the king, it was as distant as hearing the bell on the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain.

Hum - although it was offset by the magic circle, a chill still spread through the hall with the sound of bells. And when the chill spread to the front of the door, the silver blue fairy light and light gold light flashed, and the two of them estimated this demon power in their hearts, thinking that the speed of this magic circle was much faster than Sakura said. According to Sakura, the circle can last for twenty days, but the continuous erosion of demonic power, coupled with some man-made destruction, can only last for twelve or three days at most.

"It shouldn't be the first time those onmyoji have come just now. Seeing Wuyong nodding, the woman in red sighed softly. The only way to stop this curse is to completely destroy the bell and the demons in it, and no matter what method is used, it will damage the outer barrier, which is unavoidable.

"Let's figure out what's going on. The man in white raised his right hand, and the sentient fan slowly unfolded in the air, and countless golden threads shot from it towards the ancient bell, but it was blocked by a layer of black qi on the surface. This is the first time Jun Luo has seen Wuyong use the fan in the true sense, the golden thread and the Buddha power of the magic circle do not seem to be mutually exclusive, and even faintly fill in the gap, if it is really as written in the book that the fan of all beings relies on the power of the golden lotus, then this golden lotus must have some Buddha nature, no wonder it should be used as a guide......

The golden thread was entangled in the black gas, and at first it was evenly matched, but after a while, the black gas fell, and the golden thread outlined the outline of a coiled snake, and the black gas struggled in it, but it was still trapped to death. Jun Luo's eyes lit up, and he was surprised and delighted: "This is the magic of recognizing spirits?" Many monsters with advanced cultivation can hide their true body of demonic energy, and even some little demons, if they have the bloodline of the desolate gods and beasts, or steal the magic weapons of immortals, they can hide their demonic energy and true body to do evil or avoid those who cultivate immortals; Jun Luo had only read about this kind of immortal method in ancient books, and it had been lost on land for several generations, but he didn't expect that Wuyong would. She looked at the man in surprise, but saw that Wuyong's face was a little pale, and the right hand that manipulated the golden thread trembled slightly, Jun Luo was just about to help, but he heard another bell ringing, and the black gas had turned into a dark green python, and he was looking at the two of them resentfully on the ancient bell:

"Siss—mortals, you are really beyond your means. ”

This voice is neither male nor female, not as distant as the bell, and it makes you dizzy when you hear it. Wuyong staggered a step, and was immediately supported by the woman, he shook his head to signal that he was fine, and looked at the snake demon: "Your current cultivation is all from devouring souls and monsters, right?"

"Anzhen. ”