The improvement brought about by cultivation, as well as the great sense of happiness and strength that comes with cultivation and ascension, fascinates An Xian.

An Xian has long been immersed in it.

In the past few days, it was Qinglan who shouted loudly outside: "Madam, it's time to eat." "I stopped cultivating and went out to eat.

Qinglan didn't appear, and An Xian didn't notice the passage of time at all. Because of cultivation, the aura traveled in the meridians, and the demand for food was greatly reduced, and An Xian did not notice hunger.

Night falls.

Qinglan was tied up in a dark room, with stinky socks in her mouth, desperate and frustrated. I knew that I should have listened to my wife and practiced martial arts well.

The eight guards changed into night clothes, said goodbye to Shuling, and touched the Jiufang Hall where Anxian was.

The night was dark.

Most of the pavilions on the ninth peak are empty. Uninhabited, less popular, no matter how luxurious the house is, it will be a little gloomy.

Luo Luo sat on the top of the eaves, looking at the night sky, and counting the stars in boredom. There is no moon tonight, and there are only a few stars, so it's boring.

He wanted to find a few people to play tricks and have fun, but his mother forbade him to run around.

Suddenly, Luo Luo's eyes lit up.

Toys delivered to the door.

Eight pitch-black figures, dissolved in the night, are extremely difficult for ordinary people to find with the naked eye. But in the eyes of Luo Luo's little ghost, it shines like a bright light.

"Just use you to try my new skills!" Luo Luo practiced for a few days according to the method of An Xianjiao, and felt that he had made great progress, and he was eager to try it for a long time.

Luo Luo pointed his fingers, and a black gas burst out from his fingertips. This is the ghost spirit power he has just cultivated, and it is still very weak, but it is enough to play tricks on mortals.

Eight black shadows nimbly weaved through the corridors.

Suddenly, a black gas struck the crook of one of them's knee. The man's legs twitched, one was unsteady, and he threw himself forward, hitting the black shadow in front of him, and the two of them fell down in unison. One of them was extremely unlucky enough to crash into the cloister railing, making a muffled thud.

Everyone else stopped and covered their faces. The leader was eager to give the two walking wrestling guys a beating.

Two unlucky people got up, one rubbing his forehead and the other rubbing his knees. Don't dare to complain and keep going.

Only a few steps have been taken. The leader's own head hit the pillar. There was a muffled bang, and everyone had a toothache when they listened to it.

The team leader covered his forehead and squatted down in pain. He himself couldn't believe that he would walk and hit a pillar. It must have been because those two guys were walking and wrestling, which distracted him!

Everyone continues to dive in.

"Boom!" another guy hit the wall.

Poof! Someone fell!

Stumbling along the way.

Half an hour later, eight people, each with at least five bruises and swollen bags.

"No, why have you been walking for so long, and you haven't arrived yet?" everyone wondered and whispered, "Boss, is this the right direction?"

The team leader hissed, the large bag on his forehead was swollen to the size of a baby's fist. "The direction is right. She was right in front of her into the courtyard. Let's go, this way!" the team leader was very determined.

Another half hour passed. The eight people were all out of breath, and there were a lot of bruises, purples and greens on their bodies, either hit or fall.

The eight of them were all frightened, and their whole bodies were cold. After tossing for so long, how can they not understand that they are on the way.

The enemy was wounded and lost in circles, running for an hour, and not being able to get out of this temple. This must be an immortal technique.

"Boss, let's find a way to get back. "A timid one has burst into tears.

The team leader took a sip and knelt down. "Lord Xian, where the little ones offended tonight, there is really a reason for it, my family and relatives have been taken in by Princess Shuling's uncle's family, saying that they are taking care of them, but they are actually hostages. I don't dare not obey Princess Shuling's orders. ”

"I beg Lord Xian to spare my life!"

"Lord Xian, spare your life!"

Everyone knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

"As long as Lord Xian is willing to spare me and don't die, we will go and save Aunt Qinglan and send you back. ”

There was such a big movement outside, An Xian had already heard it, and he knew that Luo Luo was playing these people, so he didn't care.

Hearing the name of "Qinglan", An Xian stopped practicing and walked out of the door.

Qinglan, sure enough, she was not in the room.

In the courtyard, the eight big men kept kowtowing, kept begging for mercy, and burst into tears. If these people break through, they will definitely be able to break through Luo Luo's obstacles, but they have formed a fear of the "immortal master" since they were young, thinking that it was An Xian, the immortal master, who made a move, broke their courage first, where is the courage to resist and fight!

Luo Luo flew in front of An Xian and said, "Mother, don't let them go!

An Xian nodded and did not speak. Lolo is a ghost, he speaks, mortals can't hear. If An Xian made a sound, these infiltrators would hear it at once. Her cultivation has not yet reached the point where she can transmit sound into the secret.

However, it is not a matter to lock these people in the yard. Luo Luo is a ghost after all, and if he is detected by the rest of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he will be in big trouble. As is often the case in the world, ghosts and humans have disputes, and whether it is right or wrong, most people will stand on the side of humans without principle.

An Xian raised his left hand and closed the ghost door that was open in the room first. pinched his palm again and opened the ghost door again. The ghost gate appeared in the courtyard.

An Xian gave Luo Luo a color. Luo Luo understood, and immediately used illusion to disguise the ghost gate as a gate out of the courtyard.

"Get out of here!" said An Xian in a loud voice.

As if they had been pardoned, the eight infiltrators raised their heads, saw that there was a courtyard gate in front of them, quickly got up, and rushed out of the courtyard gate.

"Huh, where is this?"

"Lao Wang, how are you transparent?"

"Ahh

"Ahh

The ghost mound is the realm of the land of ghosts. The eight people immediately thought that they were dead and had become ghosts. The timid fainted immediately.

But Lolo was so happy.

On the outside, he is transparent and a ghost. Here, these living people have become "ghosts" instead. Identities reversed. Lolo found it very interesting.

"Fun, fun, come on, come and play me a game of ghost walling!"

An Xian went out. She walked towards the courtyard where Shuling lived, and after walking for a while, she stopped again, changed directions, and walked towards the elevator.

In the duty booth next to the elevator.

Two night-watchmen were dozing off back-to-back.

"Ahem!" An Xian coughed twice, waking the two up.

"Two, I have an urgent matter to see Senior Brother Meijiang. Can you take the trouble to lead the way?" said An Xian politely.

Vigil is a chore, and it's good to be able to walk around and move your hands and feet. Napping during the vigil is also a big sin.