The west gate of Lingxi Town.

Since the news that the ghost has attacked, the Confucian Sword Scholar and Shui Yunzi have been guarding the West Gate for half an hour.

In order to guard the West Gate, which is said to have the most ghosts, the two of them also jointly painted a giant ink painting.

In this ink painting, the mountains are winding and coiling, the surging rivers are flowing endlessly, and the green bamboos stand proudly, like a long sword out of the sheath, pointing straight to the sky!

As long as the ghosts attack, the lofty mountains and surging rivers will turn into two dragons protecting the array, and the green bamboo will instantly turn into real swords, so that the ghost army can enjoy the taste of a salvo of ten thousand swords!

However, they guarded for half an hour, and the nearby brothers kept coming from good news, but the two of them only eliminated a few ghosts......

And those later ghosts are still weak, and they fall down when they touch it!

"Could it be that Uncle Yubazi's detection is wrong, in fact, there are not many ghosts attacking from the West Gate?"

The Confucian Sword Scholar walked back and forth, feeling extremely anxious about his inability to show his skills.

Shui Yunzi looked at him, Liu Mei couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart: "Talented but not virtuous, senior brother's heart is still so unbearable, how can I inherit the great cause of my Qingyun Sect in the future?"

But the expression on her face was still as gentle as water, and she even comforted: "Senior brother, Uncle Yuba is an assassin who did it with the abbot of Yunya Temple, and it shouldn't be wrong." Perhaps, it's just that the ghosts on our side are coming a little late?"

But the Confucian Sword Scholar gritted his teeth and said discretionally: "Impossible!"

Then he handed out his sword and stabbed a big ghost that was so thin that he was only skinny and bones!

Confucian Sword Scholar: "It is impossible for these big and small ghost creatures to become so weak for no reason, and I feel a little remnant of the Buddha's breath on its body. So I deduced that this must be man-made! We were cut off by someone, and we were cut off by the bald donkey of Yunya Temple!"

Shui Yunzi suddenly burst into tears.

Senior brother, you have finally found out......

It's been half an hour.

As a gentle, kind, and empathetic woman, Shui Yunzi pays great attention to her words and deeds, and she knows that her senior brother's self-esteem is very high, so she pays special attention to not making herself appear smarter than her senior brother.

And she herself had already learned from the message from the cyan mayfly that it was the previous little monk who was frantically destroying the ghosts in front of her.

However, these can't be said by her mouth, the senior brother is the most sensitive to monks, and he will act impulsively if he is not careful.

Shui Yunzi: "Senior brother, maybe it's just a senior monk passing by by accident. Since there is very little pressure on our side, why don't we help the junior brothers and sisters nearby? It is absolutely impossible for a weakened ghost like this to break through the "Ten Thousand Swords Mountains and Rivers". ”

But the Confucian sword scholar sneered: "What kind of high monk is not a monk, the battle of our three major sects is so big, if there are really high monks passing by by accidentally, how can they not come to visit." In my opinion, most of the thieves in Jipo looked at me unpleasantly, and deliberately set up a large array of Buddhism in front of me, so as to ruin my record and make me ugly!"

Shui Yunzi wanted to say that Senior Brother Jipo was not such a person, but she wisely kept her mouth shut.

I don't know where the temper of the senior brother was inherited, and he is not at all like a gentle and elegant sect master, but is somewhat similar to a certain short-tempered uncle.

At this time, Shui Yunzi knew that he must not refute, it was best to obediently follow the wishes of the senior brother, and by the way, see what happened to the little monk?

After all, the cyan mayfly could only convey some simple information, and she was still a little worried about the little monk.

And sure enough, the Confucian sword scholar sneered again: "Since that thief is going to oppose me, then I can't help it! In the past three years, I have been lying on my salary and trying my courage, practicing hard day and night, and finally condensed into a pill, just looking for him to compare and compare, in order to avenge the revenge of the year!"

When the words fell, he waved his long sleeves and stepped out, climbing to the sky step by step like a ladder to the sky, without using light skills or spells, and then volleyed into the void and ran away in the air.

Shui Yunzi sighed secretly, quietly touched a rune in his sleeve, and finally had no choice but to follow.

That rune was an insurance given to her by the sect master, and it was specially used to control the Confucian Sword Scholar at a critical moment and forcibly bring him back.

But just in case, she didn't want to use that rune, because that would undoubtedly offend her senior brother!

A little nun like her, who has no background, if she doesn't have a long snack, she won't be able to go far on the road of cultivation.

......

However, at this time, Luo Wen had already emptied all the tide of ghosts in this direction, and he breathed a sigh of relief, checked the Holy Domain, and found that the area of the Holy Land had grown to 350 square meters!

This is quite a leap forward, meaning that Rowan has nine more square areas of activity on the cliff than he did at the beginning!

"It's a pity that such a large-scale ghost disaster is not common, otherwise if there are a few more waves, the area of my holy domain will not rise suddenly?"

"But now is not the time to sigh, there are still a lot of ghosts around that have not been cleaned up, I have to rob the monsters!"

Rowan looked to the north, his eyes shining, and there was a large wave of ghosts roaring forward.

So as soon as he moved, he quickly chased after him, and then there was another wave of excess!

"Little monk, little monk, wait for me!"

The little girl hidden in the void hurriedly manipulated the magic weapon and followed.

She felt that this little monk thief was interesting, much more interesting than those old bones in the mountains!

......

When they went farther and farther, the Confucian sword scholar stepped into the air.

He didn't land, he kept floating in the air, letting his long hair drift away, and his blue robe rose in the wind, handsome and dusty.

But as soon as he spoke, his entire dusty temperament was completely shattered.

"What a big Buddha circle! When did the thief master this spell?"

As he let out an angry voice, Shui Yunzi hurried over, and saw that on that wasteland, there was a huge strange circle left, and in that circle, the residue of countless ghosts was piled up like ashes, and it was as thick as a fingertip!

"These are all the dregs of evil ghosts?" Shui Yunzi couldn't help frowning, "Although the ghosts gathered by this ghost disaster are basically small and small ghosts, but the number is as huge as the sea, how can they be purified into scum so easily?

The Confucian Sword Scholar was only angry: "I didn't expect that thief bald to master this method! However, as long as he doesn't survive the catastrophe, I am not afraid!"

Then he swept his gaze, and with his perception of the aura of Buddhism, he actually chased after Luo Wen again.

At this moment, Shui Yunzi suddenly felt a pain in his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "What's the matter?

She pressed her head and waited for the pain to subside, then she hurried to follow, her eyes showing anxiety.

And behind her, underground, where no one noticed, a cyan eye was silently following.