When the two came to the parking place, Ximen Jing finally relieved himself, hurriedly opened the car door and sat in, and asked, "Brother Cong, why are you following me?"

The black shadow was Wu Cong, and he said: "The picture you showed me at that time is the compound of the district police station, I have been in Cloud City for several years, how could I not know it, I have long guessed that you are coming here." ”

Ximen Jing started the car and said, "I'm not here to do something bad, don't misunderstand, get in the car, let's leave!"

Wu Cong grinned and said, "Let's go our own way, those two people won't wake up for a while, a few people in the guardhouse are getting drunk, and when they find out that the snow has already covered your footprints, let's see you two back." With that, he ran towards the depths of the wind and snow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The snow was still falling, and the moon was still hidden in the black clouds. On the island in the middle of the lake, Ximen Jing dug a deep pit with a sapper shovel, turned his head and said to Xue Nianci: "It's here, the scenery is beautiful, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, but unfortunately there is no way to erect a tombstone." ”

Xue Nianci stared at the pit and nodded.

Acacia wood statues and soul-attracting sandalwood are placed on the edge of the pit. Ximen Jing went down to the pit, carefully arranged Xue Nianci's body, wrapped it in a white cloth, and covered it with a large wooden plank to prevent the loess from covering his face.

"The conditions are simple, it can only be like this!" Ximen Jing glanced at Xue Nianci apologetically.

It's always a bit weird for a teenage girl to attend her funeral in person, Xue Nianci smiled reluctantly and said, "It's better than turning into a pile of ashes, big brother, thank you." ”

It is now approaching midnight, and the vague moon is in the middle of the sky, and the clouds are at their peak at this time. Ximen Jing didn't dare to delay the time, so he immediately lit the soul-attracting sandalwood, strode to the east, and transported the remaining aura in the Xuanfu as an introduction to attract the surrounding aura. In the blink of an eye, a colorful vortex appeared around Ximen Jing, like a tornado woven by a rainbow, circling and circulating.

The five elements of the East belong to the wood, and the heavenly stem belongs to A and B, so it is called Oriental A and B wood, and the Lord is angry, and it is also called Shengmen.

The colorful whirlpool is getting higher and higher, and the fallen leaves, dead branches, and snowflakes around are mixed in it, making it more dazzling. Ximen Jing suddenly shouted: "Xue Nianci is back in place!"

Before the words fell, he made a handprint, followed by a colorful vortex, and rolled up Xue Nianci's spirit body. Ximen Jing's fingertips tapped the whirlpool, and the whirlpool seemed to have been born from his hand, and with his guidance, it fell into the earth pit, fusing Xue Nianci's corpse and spirit body together.

I saw the plank jump a few times, as if Xue Nianci's body was about to sit up. When a dead soul enters the body, it is impossible to bring people back to life, and it can only be a brief combination to restore the pre-living state for a moment, which is an indispensable step for the soul. In the folk, this situation is usually called corpse fraud. The method of the corpse chaser in Xiangxi has the same meaning.

Ximen Jing hurriedly picked up the locust wood statue, pointed his fingertips on the statue's forehead, and silently recited the soul-attracting spell in his heart, and injected an aura into the statue. In an instant, the statue lit up like a lamp, and a stream of aura shot out from it, like a long ribbon falling into a pit of earth.

The soul has been connected to the sent, Ximen Jing placed the statue on the edge of the pit, and turned to the northern non-dehui water in the direction of his feet. The north is water, and it is also the door of death.

I only heard Ximen Jing scream, and the tips of his fingers changed his handprints again and again, as dexterous as a butterfly wearing flowers, and once again shot out an aura from his fingertips. Immediately after, the aura ribbon in the Huaimu statue was quickly withdrawn, bringing Xue Nianci's spirit body into the statue.

Ximen Jing was the first time to send his soul, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, rubbing the statue to wipe off the dirt and put it in his arms.

After sending the soul, the dead soul must rest in the statue for a few days before it can be born, otherwise the aura will be greatly damaged. From now on, the dead soul can absorb the aura in the statue to cultivate and improve the cultivation. This is very different from the evil sect's soul parasitism and soul restraint techniques, which are obvious to all. Of course, locust wood is much worse than black jade, so I can only take it for a moment today, and then change it to high-grade materials when I have the opportunity.

Everything was in order, Ximen Jing cleaned up, erased all traces, and prepared to leave here.

At this moment, a cold voice came: "I can't imagine that there is such a branch in the Xuanmen, I can't imagine that there is such a pure pure yin soul in the world, hehehe, I am cheaper today, but it is a blessing!"

Ximen Jing was so shocked by this sudden sound that his heart jumped suddenly, and he pulled out a straight knife to protect him in front of him, looking at the place where the sound came from.

I saw a man with a thin bamboo pole figure standing on a stone on the shore, smiling towards this side, his voice was dry and ugly, like a ghost crying.

The tall and thin man, when he saw the straight knife in Ximen Jing's hand, was immediately stunned, and immediately laughed wildly: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, there was a spiritual weapon in the world, today is really a triple win, it's not in vain!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly jumped over, and his thin palm was like an eagle's claw, grabbing Ximen Jing's head.

Ximen Jing didn't know who this person was, but he knew in his heart that it was time for him to live or die, and when he saw him move, he grabbed the knife and slashed his head and face.

The two of them moved almost at the same time, but Ximen Jing was a little slower, and when the blade approached the top of the other party's head, the figure shook slightly, and the palm of his hand still grabbed it.

A yin wind paved the way, Ximen Jing secretly said that it was not good, and suddenly went back, but he could avoid a fatal grab, and the blade of the backhand knife was pointed upwards, wanting to disembowel him.

The man was very tall and condescending. At this time, Ximen Jing was in a half-squatting posture, below the person's chest and abdomen, this knife was from the bottom up, and the angle was extremely tricky, and ordinary people couldn't dodge it at all.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and the man turned around behind him like a ghost. Ximen Jing slashed in the empty space with a knife, and his heart suddenly chuckled, and it was too late to turn back at this time, so he swung the knife back sharply along his waist.

This trick was learned by Ximen Jing and Wu Cong, and the change of the night battle in the Bafang Tibetan knife style - the waist blocking style. When performing this move, pay attention to a quick word, surprise and attack it unprepared, the purpose is to prevent the enemy from sneaking up behind.

As soon as he used half of the waist-blocking style, Ximen Jing only felt that the back of his neck was numb, and a cold palm had been attached to his Fengfu acupoint.

The man's cold and dry voice came from behind his ears: "Just this little way, what are you still jumping, you can catch it with your hands tied, shame!"

Before the words fell, a stream of cold air penetrated through the Fengfu acupoint, and Ximen Jing's hands and feet suddenly became sore, and his hand loosened and the straight knife fell to the ground.

Fengfu acupoint is the medulla of the Du Mai, and acupuncture can lead to paralysis and even death. That person used the cold qi to penetrate into the body, which was much more poisonous than acupuncture. If Ximen Jing hadn't consumed a lot of spiritual energy today, the spiritual energy in his body would have dissolved the cold qi, and he would never have been so easily restrained.

At this time, Ximen Jing was like a doll, carried by the man, tied his hands with ropes, hung on a tree branch, and fluttered in the wind like a sunny doll.

The man took a few more ropes, put them around Simon Jing's neck, hung them on a higher branch, and pulled the head of the rope with all his might. Ximen Jing suddenly couldn't breathe, and his strangled tongue stretched out.