The night is like ink, and the silence is silent.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the earth rose with a solemn slaughter, as if God had hinted that it would not be peaceful tonight.

Taking advantage of the night, a carriage carrying Sun Simiao and three disciples came to the suburbs to Youxian and others, and the person who drove the car was Liu Song.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you feel?" Xiang Youxian asked.

"A place to live and work in peace and contentment, it is very good to reform the five buckets of rice, but there is still a little loophole left. You can choose one of the two, if you replace God with your body, I am afraid that it is not the way to take trouble. ”

Just hold the immortals high and explain the immortals yourself, no matter which sect or dynasty, they almost always do this.

Once you become a god, you must do many things in place, and you must stand high on top, otherwise your faith will be shattered, and believers will be your enemies.

Countless times before, the Wudoumi Sect relied on this pit to be abducted and deceived, as well as the official Demon Sect hat, not to mention the upper echelons, even the common people heard that a certain immortal had descended to earth, and their first reaction was that they were liars, even if they changed their names, it would be useless.

And this method has a fatal problem - miracles.

Others asked: Since you are a fairy, then you can turn into a snake in an empty basin, fly one, release a spell to see, and catch a ghost to see.

So whether it is Xiang Youxian or Sun Simiao, the two agree with Xu Xuan's views and reforms, even if they kill too much, although they don't agree with it in their hearts, they are not too repulsive.

It is a bit unwise to be called a god in the world.

Soon, everyone came to the villa.

It was getting late, and the Zhumen of the villa was wide open, and there were mud footprints in front of the door, and there were traces of being pried.

"What is this?" Xiang Youxian was a little puzzled.

There was a strange smell in the air, a smell that is hard to describe in words, a bit like incense burned in a temple.

"Oh no, it's poisonous smoke." Sun Simiao sniffed lightly, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a pill the size of mouse feces.

"Hold it under your tongue and don't swallow it."

Distributing the Hundred Poison Pills to everyone, Sun Simiao jumped out of the carriage and followed closely behind Youxian.

At this time, under the cover of night, eight figures wandered in the mansion.

"No one!"

"There's no one here either!"

"The room is empty."

Eight people gathered to report, the red-haired ghost held an incense burner in his hand, and purple smoke came out of the incense burner, which was very malleable and could quickly spread within a radius of 100 meters.

People who smell the fragrance will instantly have weak hands and feet, and they will not be able to run their true qi.

"The intelligence is right, Xu Xuan likes to be quiet and never lets his subordinates serve." The red-haired ghost seems to have known about this for a long time.

"Hehe, I think this guy is afraid of revealing his stuffing, where is there any quietness, why don't you hide in the deep mountains and old forests?" The fat man who speaks is called a man-eater, which is not just a nickname, but a real cannibal, and likes to eat human flesh, especially the flesh of young girls.

"This person should be in the bamboo forest in the backyard, pay attention to Lao Tzu, don't even want to live if we mess up!" The red-haired ghost shouted softly.

"Yes!!"

The shadow ghost disappeared into the shadows, as if visually it had disappeared.

Mandrill ghosts are agile and sometimes appear in one head, sometimes in another.

The eight of them showed their own magical powers, and each came to the backyard according to his ability, and the plague ghost was responsible for releasing all kinds of poisons.

Many people think that they are dying by fighting in the open, but in fact they are wrong, relying on this all-pervasive plot.

In order to kill a person, they can step on the point long in advance.

If it weren't for Xu Xuan's stay at home, he really couldn't find a flaw, and maybe they wouldn't come in a few months.

There is a bamboo forest in the backyard.

The bamboo is very tall, and at first glance it looks like the bamboo of the south.

There are also some stone tables and chairs in front of the bamboo forest.

In the dark, the bamboos are staggered, the leaves are pitch black, and the black sky is set off, like a demon with teeth and claws.

"Big brother!"

At this time, someone stopped the red-haired ghost.

"Say, what's wrong?"

"There's a guy up ahead."

As his subordinates looked over, they saw that there was indeed a person sitting on the stone table.

The man turned his back to them, motionless.

No more than fifty meters from them.

"Do it!!"

Sou!

At the sound of the order, everyone was unequivocal, and they turned into phantoms, some rose and fell in the sky, and some walked on all fours like tigers.

The eight ghosts, on the one hand, look like ghosts, and on the other hand, they are like ghosts, and they display their martial arts skills without a trace like ghosts.

When everyone killed, they each took out their weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and the sharp cold light flashed.

Whoosh!

Flying needles, darts, and knives fell from all directions like a raging storm.

"Hehe, go against us and look for death!"

The red-haired ghost sneered.

If you don't take the antidote pill beforehand, even if you are a congenital master, your internal strength will be affected; In a master's battle, a little more flaws are fatal, not to mention that the internal force is affected.

"Be careful!!"

At this time, Xiang Youxian, Sun Simiao and others also came to the backyard.

Seeing that Xu Xuan didn't react, Xiang Youxian was anxious and threw the sword on his waist directly.

The internal force turned into qi and entered the sword body, and the sword body emitted a brilliant white light.

Bang!

The sword shattered into more than a dozen pieces in the air, like a meteor in the dark night shooting towards the eight people.

It's a pity that it's too late, and the hidden weapon is about to hit Xu Xuan.

"Haha, remember, the killer, the eight ghosts of Shushan are also, the red-haired ghost under the bottom, remember the name of grandpa, so as not to be a fool under Huangquan."

Seeing that his plan was successful, the red-haired ghost was so excited that he added another person to his innate record.

Who else in Shu will dare to provoke themselves in the future?

Wow!

At this time, Xu Xuan's body was covered with golden light for three inches.

Dingdingding...... The hidden weapons were shot at it, and one by one they were bounced away, making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

More surprising things are yet to come.

I saw another gust of wind blowing.

Wow!

Xu Xuan flew to the sky, ten feet above the ground, stepped on the dark clouds, and looked down on everyone from above.

The height of ten zhang is not high, and many innate masters can do it, but soon everyone found out that something was wrong.

This guy didn't even fall, but the void was suspended, still stepping on the dark clouds.

The only thing the eight ghosts can do is to launch the hidden weapon, but the hidden weapon is useless to Xu Xuan, and the golden light on the surface of the body is all blocked.

The consummate golden light mantra, coupled with the massive amount of true qi during the foundation building period, the golden light mantra can last for a long time.

This shocking scene made the eight ghosts involuntarily stop.

They wanted to run, but the scene in front of them was too shocking to describe in words.

It is equivalent to the ancient cold weapon battlefield, and a guy with a gun suddenly appeared.

"Run!!"

The red-haired ghost shouted, and when he turned around, he found Xiang Youxian and others at the door.

Whoosh!!

At this moment, the fragment of the sword thrown at the Youxian arrived, killing one person on the spot.

The remaining seven people formed a circle back to back.

"Made, fight with them, pretending to be a ghost, I am a ghost in Shushan, and when I go out, I rely on ferocity...... Forehead ......"

At this moment, the red-haired ghost's bold words choked.

Even more terrifying things were yet to come, black smoke spread from all around, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and even white breath was exhaled.

I saw five terrifying ghosts slowly rising from the ground, their faces were pale, their eyes were pitch black, their mouths were wide open, and the inside of their mouths was also pitch black, as if they were connected to the abyss.

There are five of them, and their bodies look illusory.

With two magical visions in a row, the seven ghosts were all stunned.

Not to mention them, Sun Simiao and Xiang Youxian were equally shocked and forgot their words.

Torture ghosts to summon gods, torture ghosts to summon gods...... It turned out to be not a slang.

Thump!!

"Immortals spare their lives! The gods spare their lives, and the little ones know that they are wrong. ”

Looking at the five slowly approaching, the seven ghosts no longer returned to their previous ferocity, kneeling down and kowtowing constantly.

Seven ghosts, he has two more ghosts than five ghosts, but the two sides are not of the same nature.

Xu Xuan fell slowly, and there was a hideous ghost head hovering over his shoulder.

"I heard that you are also ghosts, red-haired ghosts, how are you better than me?"

The red-haired ghost cried with a sad face, and his intestines were about to repent, and if he had known in advance, he would not have come to kill him.

But if he doesn't come, does he believe that there are really ghosts here?

"You are a ghost, we are a worm, the gods can call me a red caterpillar, and the gods forgive ...... sins" The red-haired ghost put his attitude very low.

"Why are you here?"

"That's right...... red-haired ghost said what happened.

"I see."

"Immortal, can we go?"

"Yes!"

The five ghosts get out of the way.

As if they had been pardoned, they got up carefully and walked towards the door.

At this moment, the red-haired ghost suddenly felt a chill in his neck.

Subconsciously turned his head to see that there was a pale head leaning on his shoulder, and his dark eyes were looking at him.

This is the last image of his life.

"Spells...... Taoist spells really exist, are there really ghosts and gods? Torture ghosts to summon gods? Isn't it a true immortal to descend into the world......" At this time, Xiang Youxian and the two reacted, and Sun Simiao said in shock.

The disciple quietly poked his head out behind the door, looking at the five ghosts who wanted to see it but were also afraid.

(End of chapter)