In one of the Yang family's outer houses, crying outside the wall seemed to be overturning a chicken coop.

The gray-haired old man died motionless at the scene, and no one dared to move a single bit.

It is a beautiful courtyard with rocks, flowing water, and trees, and even the white sand unique to the seaside has been transported here and carefully paved on the ground.

Everyone stepped on the white sand and looked at the old man's wrinkled corpse.

Since everyone saw Mu Xueqing's methods before, they knew that the gap between them and others was too big, but they couldn't let go of their hands and feet, everyone was huddled together, and no one was willing to come out first.

Mu Xueqing was also a lot more cautious, she put away her luck and took it seriously.

First, he discussed his thoughts with everyone in a whisper, and saw that everyone did not object, and then began to prepare to cast a spell.

Qin Yu also brought in a plain white man with a hemp rope wrapped around his waist and a white scarf wrapped around his head from outside the courtyard, and after he came in, he knelt in front of Mu Xueqing and others without saying a word.

Obviously, Qin Yu had an explanation before, and he said loudly while kowtowing: "I also ask the Immortal Master of Asan and all the Immortal Masters to do justice for my father's abbot and find the real culprit, and I, Yang Hai, am willing to set up an immortal tablet for all Immortal Masters." He cried as he spoke, looking miserable.

Mu Xueqing had never seen this kind of battle at all, her face turned red, but Qin Yu on the side still gave him a few words of encouragement and took him down.

At this time, Mu Xueqing no longer had any doubts and began to prepare for the practice.

Qian Yunsheng also stood aside, peeking coldly. He learned a lot last time, so he's looking forward to seeing more different things today.

This time, Mu Xueqing no longer chose to go directly to the demon world to spy on the demon's body, but was ready to borrow the corpse to return the soul and invite the god to come up.

Therefore, she pulls out things like a treasure girl.

She first took out a simple monk's robe that was a little washed and whitish, and did not shy away from putting it on the corpse with her own hands.

Then he began to take out eight small and delicate musical instruments, such as bells, cymbals, gongs, and drums, and arranged them evenly around the corpse.

After Mu Xueqing's hand came out, it directly made everyone gasp, and even Qian Yunsheng shrank his eyes.

You must know that Qianyunsheng herself only has two or three medium-grade spiritual tools, and as soon as this girl takes out her hand, which one is a high-quality spiritual tool engraved with three runes.

If it weren't for the fact that Qian Yunsheng still had a magic weapon dementor banner that was enough to be proud of, it was estimated that he would have to be jealous.

The whispers of the crowd,

"A lot of treasures"

"He is worthy of being a disciple of a famous school"

"This city lord's mansion is really, since the Asan faction has come out, what do you want us loose cultivators to do?" This was the voice of jealousy.

Qian Yunsheng pulled the corners of his mouth, and moved a few steps away quietly, these people are all a rabble, and it is really not enough to succeed.

Mu Xueqing is worthy of being a disciple of the big faction, as soon as she began to arrange the formation, her whole temperament changed and she became extremely focused. All kinds of things outside her body seemed to be left behind by her, and her technique was swift and accurate, and there were so many things arranged that even Qian Yunsheng couldn't even name them.

However, this did not prevent Qian Yunsheng from silently deducing, in his eyes, the world in front of him became a yellow and clear world, in which countless yellow silk threads were intertwined, and many seemingly unreasonable arrangements became meticulous and meticulous after being intertwined under the pull of the yellow silk threads.

Qian Yunsheng couldn't help but sigh secretly, listening to your words, it is better to read a book for ten years, and he holds the book and reads it for a month, which is not as big as watching this actual arrangement from scratch today.

The girl carried a shrunken relic on her head, and threw countless things with her hands like butterflies, densely arranged around the corpse.

At last, when the girl was quiet, she stood in a deliberately vacated core position, and carefully untied the pink sword she wore at her waist.

She looked at everyone first and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, I'm going to start." Seeing that everyone nodded, she withdrew her gaze and stared nervously at the corpse.

"Buzz"

With a touch of her fingertips, her aura flicked on a bowl in front of her, triggering Sanskrit chanting.

She gently pulled away the long sword like Qiu Hong, held the long sword flat, pointed straight at the corpse, and said aloud word by word in the curling Sanskrit sound: "The name of the sword is Tao, specializing in killing demons." ”

Then, as soon as he let go of his hand, Tao's sword flew above the corpse with no light, and the tip of the sword stood straight against the corpse.

"Magic weapon!" , Qian Yunsheng was also jealous in an instant, the same person, how could it be a completely different life. You worked hard for a long time, and your goal was to go to Rome, and as soon as you were born, you were in Rome.

Qian Yunsheng took a deep breath, and at that moment, his heart defense was almost shocked to reveal a gap, you must know that the most feared thing by ghost cultivators and demon cultivators is that their minds are not strong, compared to those decent monks, they are more vulnerable to the invasion of heart demons and become the walking dead.

Therefore, the more "evil cultivators" cultivate to a high and deep depth, in fact, the more strong-minded people they are.

As if a breeze was blowing,

A stream of demonic energy quickly poured from the other world into the old man's shriveled corpse.

Tao'a Sword, who was standing on the corpse, trembled violently.

Under the infusion of demonic energy, the old man's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tao's sword trembled even more,

The corpse's eyes snapped open.

The corpse under the sword swelled violently under the infusion of this demonic energy, and his body surged up like a ghost without warning, the speed was extremely fast, and the demonic qi that escaped seemed to stir up the wind and clouds all at once!

The old man was resurrected like a strange, causing everyone to exclaim.

It turned out that this was the unique soul dream of the Asan school, which used a trace of resentment of the deceased to communicate with the other world, so as to reflect the various behavioral characteristics and practice characteristics of the person who killed him in the deceased.

However, this method also has drawbacks, that is, if the opponent's ability is too strong, the mapped enemy is too strong, and forcibly kills the caster, it may create another demon in the world.

Therefore, when the master passed on this spell, he always emphasized prudence.

This is also the reason why Mu Xueqing took out almost all of her family resources.

"Qiang"

With a crisp sword roar, Tao'a Sword slashed down, and the old man's body was not afraid, his body seemed to be refined like fine iron under the infusion of demonic energy, and his right hand blocked the long sword with a wave.

Mu Xueqing clicked the relics on the top of her head, the relics gently rotated on the top of her head, and countless yellow silk threads were centered on the relics, and the mysteries brought up a rhythm like waves.

First, the eight musical instruments around the old man sounded, as if the eight Bodhisattvas were playing a song together, and even everyone outside the formation was fascinated by it.

The musical instrument sounded, and the Sanskrit sound was swirling, helping the momentum of the Tao A sword to be more victorious, while the old man was sluggish, and finally in this period of elimination, the old man's arm was cut into half an inch by the Tai A sword.

Under the traction of the qi machine, the Tao'a sword offensive was unfolded, and the sword light was as sharp as snowflakes.

Qian Yunsheng narrowed his eyes,

Under his senses,

The old man doesn't seem to be at his strongest,

He seems to be still adjusting to this body!

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