This sword qi is very pure, I can feel that although the sword qi is not strong, the spiritual power contained in it is very pure, and there is a sword will.|151 Reading book network pure text|.|

I turned around suddenly, Lan Mo was obviously stunned, and then put on a posture, thinking that I was going to make a move, ready to fight with me.

But unexpectedly, I opened my mouth and said, "You are a sword cultivator? ”

He was really a little confused this time, touched his hair and said, "Yes, I like swords, so I only cultivated swords." ”

It made me so happy that my eyes narrowed into a slit. Staring at Blue Ink from top to bottom.

Lan Mo was embarrassed by my look, and shouted: "You can fight, see what I'm doing!" ”

This uncle's face turned red when I saw it.

I touched my chin, smiled and said, "It's okay to fight, but you have to do me a favor!" ”

Lan Mo became even more confused.

"What's the busy?"

I smiled and said, "Lie to the nasty old man." ”

After Lan Mo's stupid big guy was fooled by me, he made a deal with me.

Help me fool Ou Jian, and if you succeed in getting the shackle sword, I'll fight him.

I don't lose anything horizontally or vertically.

After sending the blue ink away, the next thing to be solved is the shadow ghost who is still trapped in the room by the Que Tian Array.

When he returned to the room again, Yue Song was completely unconscious at this moment, his face full of exhaustion and horror.

And the shadow ghost was still trapped in the Que Tian Array, at a loss.

I found a chair and sat down, lit a 10-yuan gold stick, looked at the cigarette case, and there were still 10 or so cigarettes empty.

This was the last pack of cigarettes I brought with me from Shanghai.

Smoking a cigarette, I squinted my eyes and thought quickly about how to deal with this cunning shadow ghost.

Shadows appear with the light. There is no physical body, no sense of being, it can exist in anything.

Shall I extinguish all the light? The Shadow Ghost will lose its place of existence and perish?

After decisively extinguishing all the lights in the room, the curtains were closed, and almost all light sources were cut off.

Inspired by the eye of the sky, I can still feel everything in the room.

However, I guessed wrong, after the light source was extinguished, the shadow ghost was still there. Confused, he circled in place in the Que Tian Array.

It has not gone away or weakened.

It seems that light does not determine the life or death of shadow ghosts.

Special goblins like Shadow Ghosts can be tricky.

At least in my thoughts, I really can't find a way to subdue it.

You can't kill when you hit it, you can't extinguish it, and the light source still exists when you turn it off.

At best, it's trapped. But I can't afford it.

So, I decided to lie to it, to this goblin who thought he was cunning.

I'm going to give the Shadow Ghost an illusion, an illusion that I can kill him.

This requires cheating, I need to find an existence that it thinks is the same kind, and then take it into this kind, so that the shadow ghost is afraid, and once it is afraid, then there is a breakthrough.

I'm going to get a goblin that looks a lot like it.

It just so happened that there was such a special existence in the treasury of the Tongtian Society.

As I said,

A gigantic fallen night wanderer.

I once killed a night wanderer with the dragon shape of the Dragon Tiger Gate.

At that time, I could tell at a glance that this depraved black creature was a Night Wanderer, because there was a depraved Night Wanderer in the treasury of the Babel Society.

The appearance of the Night Wanderer is very strange, but most of the Night Wanderers are villains. But the night wanderer after the fall was very different.

Growing in size represents a surge in greed.

The darkening of the body represents the intensification of power.

The limbs become empty, representing the empty soul.

Such a nocturnal wandering god will emit a faint smell on his body, and it will make people feel disgusting and evil if he stays for a long time.

However, it does resemble a shadow ghost in appearance.

I can take advantage of that.

It is impossible to fly such a large behemoth from Shanghai to Urumqi.

But the good thing is that we are monks.

I am not the only one who will be able to use this method of mustard seeds. A few old businessmen will, but they don't use weapons, and they don't have the depth of Tangmen's research.

But if it's just shipping goods, that's not a problem at all.

I called the Shanghai headquarters right then. It took more than 10 hits before someone picked it up.

This would not have happened a year ago.

Tongtianhui is understaffed, and there is not even a person to answer the phone.

I asked the Shanghai headquarters to arrange for someone to put the Night Wandering God into an extra-large ghost sealing gourd, and then bring it to Urumqi.

After explaining what had happened, I smoked a cigarette and hung up the phone.

How? I need to make a play, and this play is not for deception, but for deception.

This scene is not only made up, but also fake.

Only the true and the false can make the shadow ghost fooled.

I'm going to have a chance to get the information I need out of the mouth of this shadow ghost.

The cause of Nie Xiao's death, what is the relationship between Yue Song and it.

The 10,000-year mission is not known to this shadow ghost.

As soon as the people from the Shanghai headquarters arrived, they had the opportunity to unravel the mystery.

But before that, I still need to find Lan Mo to deceive Ou Jian.

I'm pretty greedy for that shovel-like sword.

In fact, I still feel very guilty for lying to an old man.

After all, people didn't hurt me, but if there is no business or treachery, the things that I fancy naturally can't run. Besides, I also brought him a sword cultivator.

Blue Mo followed me, his great sword behind his back. Lan Mo told me that his sword was invisible to mortals. Because the resentment surrounding the sword will be covering the big sword, mortals can't see the slightest.

"Lan Mo, the origin of your sword must be very big."

I walked ahead, and every now and then I said a word.

"I don't know, I was born with it."

One sentence made me stunned for a long time, how can a normal person be born with a sword.

"Do you have a name for this sword?"

I continued.

"No name, I usually call it Xiao Hei, why do you keep asking my sword and want to hit my Xiao Hei's idea?"

Lan Mo stared at me unkindly, as if he decided that I, a trader, was a profiteer.

I coughed dryly twice.

To be honest, I do have the intention of hitting his sword, but this sword is less domineering and more evil than the shackle sword, and it is not easy to control.

Swords like shackles and little black are all good things with spirits and gods.

If you just surrender, it's easy to fold. They identify their owners as generally not easily betrayed.

It was because Lan Mo was carrying such a powerful sword that I asked him to help me trick Ou Jian into getting that shackle.

The so-called one mountain does not tolerate two tigers. One sword is not the second master.

With Xiao Hei here, the shackles will basically be another to Mingjun.

At that time, I was the best choice.

My wishful thinking is full of money, but what God's will is, it depends on whether God rewards his face or not.

The barter shop is still bustling with people, and the people who come and go are low-level monks from the monastic world.

There are still a lot of people walking around looking at goods, shouting, and haggling.

I walked around the barter shop and finally found Ou Jian nestled in the corner.

The old man was holding his black wooden box, his tattered shirt, and he didn't sell it, and he didn't know where the big and good brand had gone last time.

He rested against the stone wall, and when he heard someone's footsteps approaching, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't shout, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, and he was the same for eternity.

"Old man."

I approached and shouted at him.

Ou Jian raised his eyelids, glanced at me, and then closed his eyes.

opened his mouth and said: "Boy, let's go, don't bother me, my shackled sword is only sold to sword cultivators." ”

I took a step back and pushed Lan Mo up.

"Old man, I brought you a sword to cultivate."

After speaking, regardless of Lan Motong's disagreement, he snatched the big sword in his hand.

"What are you doing!"

Lan Mo roared,

But I took the big sword and retreated, this sword thief sank, I held it with both hands, and the tiger's mouth hurt.

Lan Mo wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Ou Jian.

Ou Jian didn't know when he stood up and looked Lan Mo up and down.

"What kind of sword do you cultivate?"

Ou Jian's tone was a little nervous.

"I'm cultivating the Shura Dao."

The blue ink urn replied angrily.

"Sure enough, it's Shura Dao, the emperor lives up to his wishes, and finally finds me a sword cultivator of Shura Dao!"

Ou Jian is crazy, and I was stunned when I saw it.

Is this old man stupid? 151 Kanshu.com .