The old farmer who used yarrow instead of incense said that there is a big demon here!

Mo Chuan turned around, don't say that the big demon, he didn't even see the remnants of the soul.

However, when he saw the irrepressible fear of the lamp grass monk, he believed it!

The demonic senses are already keen on ordinary people, and it is not surprising that they perceive any special aura, which can be regarded as the beast's intuition left over from the beast.

"You might feel the source of fear?" Mo Chuan asked again.

"Giggle...... Dao, Daoye...... The little monk felt it, and he couldn't feel ...... "But after a few breaths, the monk of Dengcao was already trembling with fear, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan stopped asking, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the Dengcao monk back to Yancheng.

Turning his head, he called Xiao Yunshanjun out again.

"Commander Yu, meet the Immortal Chief!"

Xiaoyun Shanjun landed and turned into the appearance of a hunter in the mountain, making a salute, but his face couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

A pair of tiger eyes are even more looking left and right.

"Looking around like this, is there something different here?" Mo Chuan asked.

"If you return to the immortal chief, Yu Yan has a feeling of being coveted."

"Oh? Which direction? ”

Xiao Yunshanjun looked left and right, and a layer of cold sweat faintly broke out on his forehead: "If you return to the immortal chief, Yu Yan can't feel it." ”

Hearing this, Mo Chuan waved his hand to put away Xiaoyun Shanjun, and immediately left the inn and walked out of the city.

It wasn't until he left Fengdu and made sure that no one was following him that he called Xiao Yunshanjun out and asked, "How do you feel now?" ”

Xiao Yun Shan Jun looked at the surrounding wilderness and the faint city in the distance, and the cold sweat on his forehead was even more, but he was even more suspicious: "Immortal Chief, isn't there a big demon entrenched here?" ”

"Oh, why do you say it's a big demon?"

Yu only felt that between heaven and earth, there was a hairy aura that made people's hairs stand up, as if ...... Encounter an invincible predator! ”

"Can you trace the source of this breath?"

Xiao Yun Shanjun shook his head: "This aura seems to be everywhere, and the source cannot be identified at all." ”

Mo Chuan didn't say a word, his heart beating wildly.

Fear stems from the unknown.

The reactions of the Lamp Grass Monk and Xiaoyun Shanjun all proved that this place was dangerous and abnormal.

What to do?

Leaving here?

"Whew-"

Mo Chuan exhaled deeply, raised his eyes and looked at the Fengdu City, at dusk, like a bloody sun, gilding the stretching city with a layer of blood.

In front of the gates of hell?

Fengdu?

Big Demon?

Here, is it really a hell?

After a period of apprehension in his heart, Mo Chuan gritted his teeth, waved his hand to put away Xiaoyun Shanjun, and returned to Fengdu again.

When he arrived at the base of the Fengdu city wall, he took a slight breath, chanted endlessly in the air, and cast the land god spell again.

"Yuan Shi'an Town, Tell Wan Ling, Yue Zhen Guan, Land Only Ling ......"

"Huh-"

When the curse fell, Mo Chuan's eyes widened suddenly, his hands pinched, and Yuan Qi drummed endlessly.

'Blah-'

Seeing the air in front of him, a circle of ripples suddenly rippled, and a green evil ghost suddenly squeezed out, struggling, roaring and grabbing Mo Chuan.

"Shooting green ghosts?"

Mo Chuan was shocked.

The green ghost is one of the four ghosts of the Daomen.

It is said that this ghost is even more terrifying than the red-clothed ghost, only the corpse exists, and it can be reunited through the corpse, immortal and indestructible, very difficult.

Therefore, if you want to kill the green ghost, you can only find the corpse first, burn it, and make it a rootless source, and then you can use thunder to destroy it.

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan's ghost curse, which he hadn't used for a long time, flashed from his fingertips and shot away.

With his three-class cultivation, a talisman is enough to suppress the evil ghost of Jiazi, and it falls on the green ghost, like throwing a stone into the lake, although it splashes ripples, but there is no way to do it.

"It's worthy of the four ghosts of the Daomen!"

Mo Chuan was surprised in his heart, and as soon as his thoughts turned, he subconsciously wanted to use the method of big and small to cut his way.

"Fellow Daoists, keep your hands, this is the Poor Dao Protector!"

An anxious cry came, interrupting Mo Chuan's spell casting.

Following the prestige, I saw a middle-aged Taoist wearing a pure yang scarf, wearing a bright yellow deluo, and pedaling on the clouds, like a yin soldier borrowing the road, coming through the wall, and exclaiming in his mouth.

Look at the green ghost again, although he still roars incessantly, his hideous face is full of bloodthirsty desire;

But after this Taoist priest appeared, he immediately stopped attacking.

"Poor Dao Hanging Truth, a disciple of Qingwei Palace, passing by the treasure land, sent the Dharma protector to protect himself, but he didn't expect to be summoned by Taoist friends, it was really a misunderstanding!"

The Hanging True Daoist arched his hand again and again, and a trace of uncertainty and deep jealousy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Qingwei Palace, and there are many misunderstandings in the poor way, and I still look at Haihan!"

When Mo Chuan heard this, he immediately withdrew the power of the Andi God Spell, and a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He knew Qingwei Palace.

This is one of the earliest palaces he knew when he stepped into this world.

The heavy stone who once cheated him on his ghost life and was killed by him was a disciple of Qingwei Palace.

Now it seems that Qingwei Palace is very good at controlling ghosts?

is especially favored by the four ghosts of the Daomen!

"It's okay! Daoyou are polite, I don't know what to call you? ”

Hanging Zhen saw that Mo Chuan released the green ghost, and hurriedly shook the three clear bells to put away the green ghost, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately he was not in a hurry to rescue, otherwise the misunderstanding was a small matter, and the loss of the green ghost was a big thing.

"Poor Dao Mingchen, is a Taoist priest of Youfang, passing by here, he was shocked to find that the ghosts in the city were angry, so he summoned him, but fortunately he didn't make a big mistake."

Mo Chuan is talking nonsense.

Of course, he wouldn't say that he had stumbled upon the Green Ghost.

"You're welcome."

Seeing that Mo Chuan was quite kind, he thought about it and said: "Seeing each other is fate, if it is late today, why don't you and I go into the city to make a pot of tea, sit and talk?" ”

Mo Chuan arched his hand: "That's what I mean." ”

Hang Zhen waved his hand, and a circle of ripples rippled on the city wall: "Please!" ”

Mo Chuan relied on the courage of the artist, raised his feet and stepped in, and saw the surrounding scenery fluttering, as if walking underground in Fengdu.

After a short time, he went straight through the wall and landed at an inn.

"Daoyou's supernatural powers are amazing!" Mo Chuan's face was an eye-opener.

"Haha, this is the way of the underworld, and people walk on the ghost road, compared with the way of the Taoist Edict to take ghosts, but it is just a small skill of carving insects!" Hang Zhen waved his hand modestly.

"Daoist friends are modest."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and then the guest of honor sat down.

"I wonder if you know anything about this Fengdu?" After the greetings, the Hanging True Daoist asked.

"Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, the poor Dao has just arrived, and I don't know anything."

"That's it!" Hanging his head, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"However, along the way, Poor Road found this place quite strange." Mo Chuan said again, leading to the topic.

"Oh, where's the blame?"

"The people are thriving, and the vegetation is luxuriant." Mo Chuan paused, stared at Hanging Zhen's eyes and said, "It's as clean as a slight, and there are no demons and monsters." ”

The Qingwei in these words is not Qingwei Palace, but one of the fairyland - Qingweitian.

"Is this true?" Xuan Zhen was shocked, and asked with a serious face.

"Naturally, take it seriously."

"It's no wonder that the poor road searched the whole city, and there was no soul left."

Xuan Zhen muttered to himself, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, there is a disciple under the Poor Dao Seat who has been missing from Fengdu for five years. ”

(End of chapter)