In the middle of the night, in the courtyard of Yang Zhong's family, the funeral scene was much quieter than in the previous days, and most of the condolences guests had already left, leaving only the disciples and elders of the Dixian Sect to take turns to guard his spirit.

Today is the first seventh, the legendary soul returns to the night, a gloomy cloud shrouds the spirit shed, under the light of the bright and extinguished brazier, four or five men are kneeling on the ground dozing, an old man in the armor throws a few pieces of paper money into the brazier from time to time, and the flames then go down in an instant.

A cold wind blew, and wreaths, tents, and conjuring flags swayed with the wind, making a hula sound, which was terrifying.

I don't know who sneezed, and a few sleepy insects sat up suddenly, and someone screamed sleepily: "Who, who!"

The old man said: "Be quiet, I shocked your master's soul, now the young people are more ignorant than the other, and the guards dare to sleep, my old man is sixty years old and he hasn't even dozed off, you see that you are all about to sleep and die, you have to put it on hold, and you don't respect the elders to pick up the skin and cramp." ”

The young men were silent, and knelt down one by one. The old man glanced at them, got up and said, "Whoever will take me for a while, go to the hut." ”

Someone took the paper money and threw it into the brazier weakly. The others didn't dare to sleep anymore and knelt there and chatted. At this moment, a few pieces of paper money fell from the sky, and they were floating in front of them, and someone complained: "Fourth, it's a few meters away, you can throw it here, I'm Nima, be careful that the old man comes back and scolds you." ”

The fourth man who burned the paper money was stunned and said, "Pull Nima, it's not me!"

"Who's that?"

The fluttering paper money must not be thrown a few meters away, and everyone instantly understood and looked around in horror. The fourth child who burned paper money threw away the paper money and ran to a few senior brothers, and many people felt safe.

I don't know who said: "Today is the first seven!"

This sentence is like a scoop of cold water poured on their heads, and several people turned their heads to look at the big coffin of vermilion lacquer, their master died horizontally, so far only one head has incomplete bones, and the person who died is the most resentful!

The fourth child knelt on the ground with a puff, kowtowing like a chicken pecking broken rice: "Master, master, we are all your personal disciples, and the Dixian Sect will count on us to carry it forward in the future, don't take us away!"

Countless paper money suddenly fell from the sky, and it was overwhelming like snow, and a clear voice sounded like thunder: "He can't take you away, I can!"

With the voice, a young man, wearing a black leather trench coat, stepped on a long knife, and when the sky fell, the paper money was sprinkled all over the sky like a butterfly dance, lining him as if he had descended to earth.

The master of ceremonies subconsciously shouted: "The hanger has arrived, please serve incense ......" This thing was covered by his companion before he finished speaking.

When the man was a foot off the ground, he suddenly jumped down from the knife, raised his hand and grabbed the knife in his hand, the blade flashed coldly and pointed obliquely at everyone, and said indifferently: "Filial piety comes out to die, and the rest get out!"

This sentence was like pouring cold water on a hot oil pot, and everyone in the courtyard shouted loudly, and in a moment, the doors of various houses opened, and many disciples and elders of the Earth Immortal Sect came to the courtyard one after another, forming a circle in the middle.

"The name of the head of my family is also what you can call!"

"Kid looking for death!"

The shouting and scolding rang out.

Xiaocheng is the heir of the mantle of Yangzhong, and he has succeeded to the head of the house at this time, and many brothers and sisters have stinky feet. The comer was obviously looking for revenge, and at this time it was the time to show his face, and seven or eight men screamed wildly and rushed towards the comer, looking at the posture to pile him to death.

The man in black was none other than Ximen Jing. After rescuing Wu Cong tonight, he learned that it was someone from the Earth Immortal Sect who came to seek revenge, and the many days of hard work were in vain, and Wu Cong was also seriously injured.

The furious Ximen Jing immediately let the young Jiao lead the way, and drove overnight, the purpose of this trip is very simple, completely cut the grass and eradicate the roots, these boys in the province often come out to make trouble.

A flash of swords flashed, and the seven or eight men who rushed up fell to the ground, all injured, and the wails continued to break the quiet night sky.

Killing people also requires strategy, and you can't shout to kill them all as soon as you come up, which will arouse the determination to fight to the death, but it will be more troublesome. The slogan of only punishing the evil must be shouted out, so that they think that there is still a glimmer of life. Just like Bai Qi captured the forty-five Zhao soldiers in Changping, he first abandoned his weapons and did not kill, and then dug all the pits after they lost the ability to resist.

"Hand over filial piety and spare your lives!" Ximen Jing looked at everyone with a horizontal sword.

The noisy courtyard just now fell silent, and everyone looked at Ximen Jing with horror on their faces. This is not the first time that someone has come to play on the field, Luo Siqiang sang this a few days ago.

Compared with the two sides, Luo Siqiang was only angry, but had no killing intent. But the person in front of him was full of murderous energy, as if if he could cut off his head with a knife if he said something wrong.

People are afraid of death, and a few timid whispered: "What about the master, why doesn't the head come out at this time?"

"That's right, everyone is bullying the door, he doesn't come forward to let us top the tank, what face does he have to be the head!"

There was a sound of slow footsteps, and five or six old men appeared in the courtyard slowly, these were the elders of the Earth Immortal Gate, all of them were white-haired, and they stood in a few directions, and some discerning people could see that this was implying a set of formations.

The leading old man was Yang Zhong's senior brother Sun Facai, and he said in a deep voice: "The person who came reported his name, what kind of hatred do you have with our head?"

Ximen Jing shook the straight knife in his hand, made a buzzing sound, and sneered: "There is a debtor and a debtor, Lao Tzu only talks to Xiaocheng today, and other irrelevant ones play on the side, and it doesn't look good to get blood on his body!"

Sun Facai glanced at all the junior disciples, and the six of them shouted in unison: "Earth Evil Fire Talisman Array!" Hearing this, many disciples withdrew from the spirit shed in unison and hid behind the elders.

In an instant, with the sound, the six people threw out a string of talisman seals at the same time, like a spider's web, covering the sky of the courtyard.

Facing the talisman array for the first time, Ximen Jing was careful in his heart, his attention was on his head, and he poured his spiritual energy into the straight knife with all his might, just waiting for the attack to come from above. Who would have thought that this array, called the Earth Evil Fire Rune Array, was completely relying on the power of the rune seal to attract the Earth Evil Fire to attack the enemy.

With a soft pop, a flame appeared on the ground at Ximen Jing's feet, as if someone had lit a candle somewhere, and it was like a ghost fire coming out of the cemetery.

Ximen Jing secretly screamed that it was not good, and the attack came from under his feet. Before he could react, the popping sound continued, and countless flames appeared in a radius around his body, and in the blink of an eye, these flames gathered together and turned into a fiery snake that writhed wildly.