Breaking the dead branches and lighting the torches, Fang Ping and Yan Chixia slowly walked into the temple, the desolate scene in the temple was exactly the same as what Fang Ping had seen in the illusion before, but the head was full of dark shade, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

"Dao Chief, be careful!"

Seeing that Yan Chixia was about to push open the temple door, Fang Ping couldn't help but think of the experience in the illusion.

Yan Chixia bowed slightly, and the door opened with a "creak".

There are no warblers singing and dancing in the ruined temple, there are only barren grass and withered trees, broken walls and broken Buddha statues.

Fang Ping looked up at the Buddha statue, and there was an indescribable feeling of discomfort in his heart.

The face of the Buddha statue was blurred, but a sinister smile could be seen on the corner of the mouth.

In an instant, he felt that the corners of the Buddha's mouth seemed to rise a little more......

"Don't look!"

Yan Chixia reminded, and Fang Ping came back to his senses in an instant.

"Buddha statues can confuse people's hearts...... Be careful, don't fall back into illusions. ”

Fang Ping nodded, at this time, he saw the murals on both sides, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Because this mural is exactly the same as what you see in the fantasy, it is depicted with flying beauties.

"Dao Chief, the mural has moved!"

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful flying sky on the mural moved its fingers playing the lute, and was smiling at him.

Yan Chixia stepped forward, suddenly took off the gourd on her waist, took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the mural.

Under the splash of wine, the flying beauties in the mural withered in an instant like flowers in the sun, and the bright colors turned yellow and gray, and finally turned into black skeletons.

"There's a lot of mystery to this wall."

Yan Chixia's expression was solemn, silently reciting the mantra, and her fingertips flashed on the wall, and she saw that the layers of clouds and mist in the mural were dispelled, revealing a brilliantly lit palace.

Fang Ping exclaimed: "This is this place, exactly the same as what I saw in your illusion!" ”

Outside the brightly lit palace, a scholar with a bamboo box on his back walked in. Pushing open the door, he saw fairies flying in the white mist and tulle, and he was fascinated for a while.

The doors of the temple were gently closed, and the frescoes were once again covered with smoke, and finally they were gray again.

Yan Chixia stretched out her hand and touched the wall, her eyes were like torches, and she said, "This wall is alive." The illusion you saw before was born because of it...... The scholar must have been trapped inside, too. ”

"The wall is alive?" Fang Ping was surprised, "Could it be that this wall can also become a monster?" ”

Yan Chixia shook her head and said: "This is not an ordinary wall, the so-called one sand and one world, this mural is the entrance to a Sumeru world." ”

Fang Ping was shocked when he heard this, he couldn't imagine that this ghost and god world also had another dimension.

"Later, I will go out of my body into the world of paintings, and try to bring the scholar out. You take care of my body outside, and if there is any situation, open my sword pouch and aim it at the mural and recite the incantation - the wind and fire gods are like the law, and the magic spell shows the Holy Spirit, remember? ”

Fang Ping nodded, and saw Yan Chixia sitting cross-legged on the ground, first slashing her fingers with the Qi Ming Demon Sword, and then reciting four verses, and then stood still.

The Qi Ming Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the next moment, it flew towards the wall with a flash of spiritual light, and a halo of light appeared on the wall, swallowing the entire sword into it.

At the same time, the fog on the mural gradually dissipated, and there was an additional bearded Taoist priest in front of the glorious palace painted on it.

Fang Ping squatted in front of the wall, as if watching a movie, and the scene inside was vivid.

Yan Chixia kicked open the gate of the palace and started fighting, rubbing the thunder in her palms, and making a move to a female ghost. This scene seems familiar, but the female ghosts were killed, but the dryad grandmother did not appear.

Yan Chixia grabbed Ning Caichen, who was sitting on the ground and lost his soul, and shouted loudly: "Housheng, don't wake up yet!" ”

But he called several times in succession, but Ning Caichen did not respond.

Yan Chixia directly slapped him, Ning Caichen raised his head suddenly, but his eyes were red.

Ning Caichen rose up and grabbed Yan Chixia's neck with his hand.

At this moment, he was still a scholar, and he had become a yaksha in human skin.

Yan Chixia said "Boruo Bo Luomi", and Ning Caichen in front of her slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

The glorious palace had also disappeared, and Yan Chixia was in a misty forest at the moment.

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows and said: "I'm still pretending to be a ghost, and if I don't come out again, I'll tear up this painting world." ”

With a strange laughter, the night sky in the forest turned blood-red, and a blood-red umbrella flew towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia's expression changed, she turned over and dodged the red umbrella, and this one became twelve again, attacking him like a flywheel.

Yan Chixia flew away from the attack of the red umbrellas, but saw more than thirteen red umbrellas connected into a column, and under each red umbrella there was a blue-faced ghost baby wearing a big red robe and a big white flower on her chest.

Each of these ghost babies is a ghost-level existence, and those who can control these thirteen fierce spirit blood umbrellas must at least be a ghost king-level existence!

Yan Chixia frowned, hesitated for a moment, and immediately slashed at these ghost babies with the Qi Ming wooden sword in her hand.

The ghost babies under the red umbrella flipped through one by one to avoid his attacks, and seemed to be in a formation between circles, surrounding Yan Chixia in the innermost.

At this time, a huge red umbrella fell in the air, and countless red silk ribbons hung down on the top of this red umbrella, as if it was a newlywed arrangement, and a pair of jade feet fell on it.

Yan Chixia couldn't help but be surprised.

But the person who came up to the umbrella was a beautiful young woman covered in black gauze and wearing a golden crown, and her appearance was no longer as beautiful as all in the world, which made people have infinite longing just by looking at her, and even if a woman saw her eyebrows, she would be aroused by the deepest desire in her heart.

Her figure is like a frightening dragon, and she sits gently on the red umbrella, condescending, looking down like a queen.

Yan Chixia recognized this old man in an instant, but she hadn't seen her for many years, she was still so charming, but also, monsters will not get old.

The long-sealed name of "Meifeng ......" suddenly appeared in the bottom of his heart, but when it came to his mouth, it became "Nine-Tailed Fox ......"

The corners of the nine-tailed fox's mouth in black gauze quickly converged, and he said arrogantly: "Yan Chixia, raise your head, let me see, you are old and ......."

The two talked to each other, as if they were old friends who had been separated for a long time!

Yan Chixia raised her head slightly, but her old face showed a hint of red, she turned her head shyly, and said in a somewhat frightened voice:

"Nine-Tailed Fox...... Ghost King, Nine-Tailed Fox ......"

The nine-tailed fox smiled: "What's the matter, you don't dare to look at me?" ”

Yan Chixia turned back and pointed her sword at her.

"I can still hold my head up, and I'm not too old."

The forest can't help but be filled with a hint of ambiguity.

Yan Chixia couldn't help but recall the ...... Just when his eyes were blurred, Yan Chixia raised the wooden sword in his hand, and suddenly shouted: "Righteousness! ”

The nine-tailed fox said disdainfully: "Righteousness? In today's world, where are the evil demons in charge, where is there any righteousness. ”

Yan Chixia stared at the nine-tailed fox and said, "I didn't expect that after many years, you actually cultivated into a ghost king." ”

Hearing this, the nine-tailed fox's face also showed a hint of grievance.

"Yan Chixia, all this ...... Not by you. ”

Yan Chixia let out a long sigh and said, "Nine-tailed fox, the past is a thing of the past, since you are already like this, why do you continue to do evil......

Before he could finish speaking, he was angrily interrupted by the nine-tailed fox.

"Why, you killed me once seventy years ago, and you have to come a second time today?"

Yan Chixia said awe-inspiringly: "If you are obsessed, then don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword." ”

"Hahaha! What a ruthless sword...... Yan Chixia, how have you ever been in love! ”

......

Outside the mural, Fang Ping, who was carefully watching this scene, couldn't help but ignite the fire of gossip, Yan Chixia and this nine-tailed fox ghost king, there is a story!