Confused, I fell asleep. I've been in Denglong Village for two days, and I'm tired like cows and horses every day. When I woke up the next day, it was already three poles in the sun.

It was Chen Yuanyuan who called me up, she was fine, and the two of them didn't toss her anymore, it seems that they don't know what happened yesterday.

"Brother Liu, breakfast is over, let's go eat together." Chen Yuanyuan said.

I yawned, washed, and asked about Ye Qianqian's condition. Chen Yuanyuan said that Qianqian also got up, but her spirit was not very good, so she went back to the house to rest after eating.

I nodded, this was normal. People and ghosts have different paths, and the body of ordinary people can't bear the yin energy on the yin ghost at all, and after being put on it, the yin energy will disturb the yang energy of the internal organs, and serious ones will be seriously ill.

The immortal families who came out of the horse were better, and the cultivators who followed the righteous path were all yang energy, and the Venerable Master's body would not cause too much burden on people's bodies.

But Gao Laoqi is a powerful ghost, how can Ye Qianqian stand it?

To be honest, I'm quite puzzled by Chen Yuanyuan, she was also picked up by Lin Qiaoniang and her children yesterday, and today she looks like she is fine, which is quite strange.

After breakfast, Hu Xiaodie didn't know where to go. I called the third master and Song Dabao, who came to eat, and walked all the way to Longkou Cave, and the old man thought that I would take off the gossip whip.

Naturally, I can't easily obey his wishes, I will do whatever he wants, so am I not pure and resentful? I went to Longkou Cave mainly because I was thinking about the hand that suddenly dragged me into Longkou Cave yesterday.

What is that? Haunted? Or is there something unknown hidden in the Longkou Cave.

Is it the mountain spirit ghost in Song Dabao's mouth who was suppressed by the Nine Sons Witch Niangniang? Or is there something else?

This has to be clarified, otherwise even if I want to offend Gao Laoqi, I can't take off the gossip whip. If something is released again, the cause and effect will be great.

When the group of three people passed the temple in the middle of the mountain, they saw the temple door open from a distance. Song Dabao asked us to wait for him for a few minutes, and he sent a few catties of rice from his father to the uncle who watched the temple.

I said okay, then you can go.

After finishing speaking, he and the little third master had a cigarette each, squatting at the door and smoking, just like the two street slippers.

But Song Dabao had just entered the door for a minute, and suddenly, a terrible scream 'Ah——! The sound came from inside the temple gate, and the voice was Song Dabao's, so sad and terrifying, as if he was attacked by a monster that had climbed up from hell, and as if he had witnessed something extremely terrifying!

Xiao Sanye and I hurriedly stepped on the cigarette butts, and went in together, shouting as we ran: "What's wrong?" What do you see? ”

As soon as you enter the door, you will pass through the middle corridor and step into the main hall.

Suddenly, a dark wind swept up, and black gas inexplicably diffused from the ground, swirling around us with a rancid, disgusting smell.

The entire mountain temple fell into pitch black, the red cloth on the mountain god statues inside trembled, and the eight mud-fetal god statues on both sides all showed their green fangs and angry eyes one by one!

I felt a grock in my heart, I knew it was bad! It is reasonable that he didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled the little third master and had to quit the same way. But where is the way back?

The temple gate disappeared without a trace, dripping red blood in the darkness. When we looked up, we saw that the disappeared Song Dabao was strangled by a rope hanging down from the darkness and hung in the air!

At this time, Zheng Tie blushed, his eyes were glaring, his fingers were scratching his neck, he struggled hard, and he made a 'gurgling' sound from his throat, and he was about to die!

"Damn, it's hell again!" The little third master quickly calmed down from the panic, and stepped on the ground with his feet, as if he had wings, and the person jumped into the air as soon as he screamed.

With a wave of his right hand, the yellow gas was entangled, forming a silver spear, which swept horizontally towards the rope hanging Song Dabao.

I heard a 'bang', the rope was broken in response to the sound, and the collision sound was as if it had struck a steel bar around the fingers.

Song Dabao fell down all of a sudden, falling on all sides, but he finally survived, and he was so broken that he fell and fell down. After a few slams, his face turned red, and he frantically ripped off the half of the rope wrapped around his neck and threw it aside.

"Liu, Brother Liu, what's going on... Where is this? Song Dabao asked me in a crying and hoarse voice, and the whole person was a little nervous.

You ask me? I still want to ask you, what's going on with this mountain temple? Why is there still a ghost door!

But now is obviously not the environment for questioning, and now that we have all fallen into the ghost gate, we have to find a way to save our lives first.

I took out the mountain whip myself, and stuffed the drumstick of King Wen's drum into his hand to let him defend himself. whispered: "Don't worry about so much, listen to me anyway, I let you go east, you don't go west, otherwise, I can't care about your life or death!" ”

In the ghost gate, the boundary between life and death is blurred, yin and yang are intertwined, and the surface and the inside are mixed. Anything can happen, and even many people are lost in the ghost gate and never come out again.

"Be careful, someone's coming." The little third master has changed into a gold armor and silver gun, thanks to his immortal family, which makes me feel a lot more at ease.

Looking in the direction he was pointing, we all saw the figure of an old man in front of the idol. That rickety figure is undoubtedly the old man of Miaozhu I saw yesterday, but at this moment he exudes a very strong black qi!

This black aura is so thick that some hundred-year-old ghosts don't necessarily have such a strong evil aura. This was a strong evil aura, not a resentment, and it swirled around the old man, in circles, as if a black shadow was hanging over him.

"What do you want to do?" The third master and I stared at him vigilantly, but instead of asking the old man for the temple, we had something attached to the old man. I didn't know what it was, but I could clearly feel a cold, vicious gaze staring at us from the black air.

There is a strong murderous aura, very pure!

"Be careful!" Suddenly, the third master's whole person erupted into a circle of qi and pushed me aside. Hold the silver spear in one hand and point forward!

Shout!

The silver spear moved forward, and the little third master directly moved his ruthless hand, and the strength of the spear head was spiraling forward. I saw a ripple in the air, and a serpentine black gas was bombarding, and Song Dabao and I didn't know anything about it except for the third master.

The spiral spear strength of the silver spear and the serpentine black qi collided fiercely, the air rippled endlessly, the cracking sound continued to sound, and the floor and stone pillars were torn apart by the strong wind!

If it hits us this time, the result can be imagined.

the grass, almost got seconded!

My scalp is numb, and my heart is cold, this old man's body is a bit powerful! Shoot without knowing it!

"Song Dabao, hurry! Beat the drums! I stuffed the King Wen drum to the stunned Song Dabao, he came back to his senses and didn't delay, probably knowing that he couldn't escape now, he turned his heart sideways, knocked on the King Wen drum, and sang the trick of moving the army in a somewhat hoarse voice.

The subtle drum beat and the melody that communicates the world resounded in this dark space.

The little third master was already fighting with the serpentine black qi, dressed in golden armor, shining with golden light, and the silver spear was picked out, impacting with the black qi, banging.

With the move of the troops, the little third master became more and more courageous, and the yellow light of his body and the golden light of the golden armor reflected each other, and vaguely, he could see the phantom of a giant weasel.

The little third master shouted: "Are you from the Liu family, or from the Chang family?" Come out and have a good deal with your little third master! They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what are you talking about with Lao Tzu! Get out, otherwise, the third master will directly strangle your younger brother's horse! ”

The little third master shouted, he had already figured out that the things on this old temple should be an immortal family of the Chang family or the Liu family! Although it is said that the horse fairy does not go out of Shanhaiguan, it does not mean that there are no spirits in the south, there are all of them, but they are not as systematic and sectarian as in the north.

The serpentine black gas swirled and coiled together, and the old man suddenly raised his head, and a green light appeared in his eyes. The face was full of wrinkles, like tree bark, and a dry voice came from the mouth, rustling: "I don't know... What... Changjia... The Liu family... All I know is that whoever breaks into this place will die! ”

Before the words fell, another black gas rushed in.

The little third master deftly dodged, swept the silver spear, and fought with him.

I held the Hu family's contract in my hand and kept communicating with Hu Xiaodie. I was trembling all over my body as I listened to the move, but suddenly a dark wind swept out from under the ground.

I'm a spirit, and I feel like something is coming.

But it wasn't Hu Xiaodie who came, and I couldn't communicate with her.

But there was a voice that suddenly rang in my heart, and the voice, like that of a boy, was a little weak, and let out a soft sigh: "... I slept for more than ten years, and almost died in the past. ”

The voice was flat, weak, and a little sickly. But there was no anger, which made me feel relieved, at least there was no vicious aura.

"Who are you?" I asked in my mind.

The other person replied: "Name... I kind of forgot. I've slept for more than ten years, and I'm a little confused, well... I am in the barren mound on the Seven Star Peak, and the lonely tomb has turned into a yin wind for thousands of years...... Don't mention this, you seem to be stuck, I can help you. ”