"Autumn Moon!"

I thought that I had been attacked by a ghost, but when Chen Fan saw it clearly, he found that it was Qiu Yue who was half-kneeling in front of his bed with an uncomfortable face, her whole body was shivering with cold, and her whole body was about to fall into stiffness, and she almost became an ice sculpture.

He was taken aback, and hurriedly put his hands together, and a bright golden light burst out from his body.

A majestic golden Buddha statue gathered behind him, and with a spell, a golden hoop suddenly flew out of the staff and put it on Qiu Yue's body.

Under the pure purifying light, the frost on Qiu Yue's body quickly subsided, and she instantly lay on the side of the bed, but the next moment, another thick layer of frost came out.

Chen Fan was shocked, he scanned the room, and didn't see any medium with weird spells at all, it wasn't a zombie or a ghost, where did the frost come from?

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to purify Qiu Yue, and then sang in a low voice, and a set of brocade robes was put on Qiu Yue's body, forcibly absorbing the frost, and Qiu Yue gasped for breath, "Xiao...... Little one, call you master...... It's a spell! ”

Spells?

A villain in the back?

Chen Fan suddenly realized, he remembered, holding his hair and stabbing people behind his back, this is a classic spell of Maoshan, even Qiusheng Wencai can do it, no wonder he can't find the source.

He quickly stood up and clenched his fist tightly, and dense black lines wrapped around his arm, rendering his arm pure black.

"Hey, hey!"

He turned around sharply and slammed his fist on the wall next to him, and with a bang, it was a big hole, and the flying pieces of wood made Uncle Jiu, who was sitting on the other side, tremble, and jumped up directly from the bed.

At this time, Uncle Nine thought that the zombie had broken in, and the peachwood sword in his hand was ready, but when he saw that it was Chen Fan, his face suddenly darkened, the little grandmother is a bear, scared your master and me to death!

"Master, Qiuyue seems to have fallen into a curse ......"

If you have an urgent matter today, I will have to whip you with a leather whip when I go back!

As soon as he heard that Qiuyue had planted a curse, Uncle Nine didn't care about Chen Fan, climbed through the hole in the wall, touched it with his hand, and found that there were still some broken yellow talismans in the wall.

There is a lot of mystery in this room, no wonder Qiu Yue was cast a spell by someone, and she didn't feel it at all on her side.

Careless!

I know the Maoshan Dao Law, but the Xuanzhen Dao people are my own elders, and the Maoshan Dao is more proficient than myself......

If he hadn't kept an eye on himself and let Chen Fan live in the same room with Qiu Yue, I am afraid that Qiu Yue would have been killed and killed.

Uncle Nine didn't have time to blame himself, so he put the peachwood sword aside, his fingers quickly stood up, pinched the magic trick, and put a trace of spiritual light between his fingers on Qiu Yue's forehead.

The frost that came from nowhere was like a layer of snow under the scorching sun, constantly receding, dripping down Qiuyue's body and turning into a large area of water.

Simu heard the sound and rushed over, he glanced at it, understood what had happened in his heart, and whispered, "I'll look for it now!" ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Chen Fan confused, what are you looking for?

After all, his cultivation is still shallow, and he has been in Maoshan for less than a month, so he doesn't know a lot of things and has little experience.

Fortunately, there was Uncle Nine by his side, and Uncle Nine opened his mouth to explain to him, "This is the fire head scripture of Nanmao Mountain, and those who are heavy on the curse are like nine cold places, if there is no Taoist resistance and will not solve the curse, they will freeze into ice sculptures in half an hour and be frozen to death!" ”

So ruthless......

It feels more ruthless than stabbing a villain in the back......

"This is the secret technique of Nanmao Mountain." Uncle Nine frowned, Hai Qiuyue in front of him was the daughter of the head of Nanmao Mountain, and she was actually killed by Nanmao Mountain's secret technique, could it be that the murderer was from Nanmao Mountain?

"If you want to solve this secret technique, you must find someone who opens the altar nearby, within a radius of several miles!"

Chen Fan suddenly realized, it turned out that this was what Uncle Simu said to go to find it, he quickly stood up, "Master, then I'll go find ...... too"

Uncle Jiu just wanted to refuse, after all, Chen Fanbai had only been under him for a month, and his cultivation breakthrough had reached the point where Dao Tong was about to break through to the human teacher, which was unimaginable for Qiusheng Wencai, but if he met a master, he would still be delivering food.

But before he could speak, he saw Chen Fan melt into the ground and turn into a black shadow and leave silently, which made Uncle Nine suddenly realize.

"The dark shadow that alarmed Master Zu that night turned out to be your kid......"

"It seems that the ancient divine beast fat spirit has completely recognized him as the master......"

"It's amazing......"

Being possessed by an ancient beast, and freely controlling an ancient beast and using its abilities, are two different concepts!

One is just a deposit, while the other is its owner!

Uncle Nine couldn't help but murmur, "This kid, there was something specified in his previous life, who is it, a ...... who cultivates Buddhism and Taoism?"

Chen Fan's whole person had already escaped into the darkness, and just as he was about to go to find the altar, a strange feeling came to his heart.

It was Zhong Kui who was warning him that there were a large number of ghosts nearby!

This is Zhong Kui's innate supernatural power, after all, ghosts and monsters are his food, so he is extremely sensitive to ghosts.

Chen Fan hesitated for a moment, walked towards the ghostly place, left the Xuanzhen Temple in a few breaths, passed through a dark jungle, and came to a cliff.

It was the dead of night, the moonlight was miserable, and the whistling mountain wind was blowing on the side, which looked a little gloomy.

With the help of his sense of ghosts, he went down the cliff and found that there was a cave hidden below, and the rich aura of the ghosts was getting closer and closer.

Chen Fan did not break in, but quietly got out of the shadows, reached out and took out a small paper figure from his arms, and with his thoughts, the little paper figure pulled his legs and ran towards the cave.

After a while, the little paper figure made a clear picture of the scene in the cave, and there was indeed a cave in the cave.

In the vast cave room, there are hundreds of altars, and the Xuanzhen Taoist is sitting on the high platform at this time, and the altar is placed in front of him, and it is indeed he who is opening the altar!

The people of North Maoshan actually know the secret art of South Maoshan......

Chen Fan suddenly felt that this matter was not simple, he glanced at the dense jar placed there, and gasped.

Because those jars are not filled with full-fermented old jar sauerkraut, there is a black skull on top of each jar, and the eyes are not empty, but glowing with blue firelight, and all of them have a gloomy atmosphere, all of them are at the level of powerful ghosts.

Once they are allowed to come out, it will really be a hundred ghosts walking at night......

Chen Fan gasped, stretched out his fingers, and quickly drew on a yellow talisman, pushing the mana, so that the yellow talisman turned into a golden light and flew towards Xuanzhen Guan and flew towards the ninth uncle.

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet!

After a while, the Xuanzhen Daoist in the cave looked at the Ninth Uncle, Simu, Chen Fan, and Qiuyue in front of him in disbelief, "My dojo has been hidden so much, for decades, even the disciples who live in the Taoist temple don't know, how do you know??" ”

Seeing that everyone didn't answer, he touched his beard with his hand and stopped pretending, "Wow, you boys actually bullied me, a ninety-six-year-old man, and I have to give you some color today!" ”

Ninety-six-year-old man, five kills in tears in the middle of the night pinnacle match, oh no, only four, it doesn't matter, four kills can also be!