The temple is gloomy, the tattered curtain is shivering in the cold wind, and there is only an old crooked neck tree in the courtyard.

However, Ning Wuchai is not Ning Caichen, who is powerless......

Jade Bridge Upper Realm!

Half-step Tianmen!

Xuanjie magic weapon!

Xuanjie swordsmanship!

It's just a badly injured imp in front of you!

He just wanted to ask, how did you lose this wave?!

The courtyard was covered with snow, and Ning Wuchai stepped on the snow and came to the main hall with the noisy thunder sword.

In the huge main hall, broken wooden beams are scattered all over the ground, and the bricks and tiles are broken, as if large and small holes have been poked in the roof, and I don't know how many years have passed.

The moonlight shone through the holes in the roof, but only partially illuminated the area, and the large Buddha statues still collapsed in the shadows.

"Zheng~"

With the faint sound of the piano, the old curtain began to flutter up with the whimpering cold wind.

Ning Wuchai turned his head and looked at the courtyard where there was no one before, but at this time, he didn't know when there was a young girl with a graceful posture, with an incense burner on her desk, sitting in the snow and tuning the piano by hand.

"Long nights, no intention to sleep......"

Flowing clouds and water sleeves, half-covered and half-hidden, the voice is quiet and tactful.

The girl raised her slender jade neck, her crisp chest was half exposed, as if she had a blood-pumping charm between her cheeks, and she could pull a man's heartstrings with a gesture.

Seeing Ning Wuchai coming with a sword, the girl's eyes fluttered, and she said softly: "But the prince can't sleep like the concubine?" This long night is long, and it is inevitable to be lonely alone, so it is better to sit down and listen to the concubine play a song...... I don't know what do you want to hear?"

"Do you know how to play the Great Compassion Curse?"

"Great Compassion Mantra?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and the sound of the piano in her hand couldn't help but pause, and she looked at Ning Wuchai with a complicated expression.

I may not be human.

But you're a real dog......

Did you let the ghost play the Great Compassion Spell on yourself?!

Is it a human thing?!

Seeing the girl's confused face, Ning Wuchai then asked, "No, what about the death spell?"

"Vajra Mantra?"

"Six-character mantra?"

"Are you sick?!" The female ghost couldn't bear it anymore, she was so angry that she trembled all over, picked up the piano in her hand and smashed it at Ning Wuchai!

Gravel flying!

Ning Wuchai floated and retreated, and after easily dodging, he sneered: "I can't even play a great compassion spell, so I'm embarrassed to ask what I want to hear?"

"I want you dead!"

The female ghost was so angry that her chest rose and fell violently, and she casually threw the broken Yaoqin aside, raised her hands, and her fingernails like blades instantly popped out in the overflowing black gas, rushing towards Ning Wuchai.

Ning Wuchai roared with thunder in his hand, and knocked her to the ground with a backhand sword, and the blade of the sword rested on the opponent's neck and sneered: "Just a little ghost, dare to be so rampant? Do you want me to die? I see that you are a bear blind man with a full burp, and you have eaten too much corn on the cob!"

"Call your adults out!"

Ning Wuchai looked around, and a strong black yin qi was reflected in his pupils, and the wisps of it were scattered in this courtyard: "Ten numbers, if you can't call it, you will wait for death." ”

Looking at the ruthlessness of this female ghost, it is estimated that she usually kills many people, and she would rather not bother to ask anything else.

Kill this kind of ghost, and he won't have any psychological burden at all.

The female ghost fell to the ground with her hair scattered, covering her cheeks, her whole body was full of black energy, and she glanced at Ning Wuchai with resentment: "I have been in Hongruo Temple for several years, and there have been arrogant monks who want to come and eradicate this place, but they all die......

"Ten. ”

Ning Wuchai began to check the number.

For the curse in the mouth of the female ghost, Ning Wuchai expressed his disdain, if he could kill people with his mouth cannon alone, wouldn't he be a keyboard warrior in his previous life to this world, I am afraid that if he didn't shout the key, he would be able to go straight to the realm of the land key fairy, and spray the old man who was not good at words without the power to fight back?

Then what is he still working so hard for?

In order to be an enthusiastic tool for Yu Qingmei?!

Hearing that Ning Wuchai began to count, the female ghost suddenly scolded even more viciously, but there was always a trace of fear in the resentment in her eyes.

"Nine ......"

"Eight ......"

Ning Wuchai looked around at the yin qi around him, and saw that there was still no female ghost appearing, so he shook his head lightly: "Seven ......"

"Six ......"

"Whew!"

The sword blade with a trace of thunder swept by, and the female ghost was mercilessly split in half, and before she even had time to scream, she turned into flying ashes in the sky.

"Shameless!"

In the empty snow, a female ghost in a red dress couldn't help but appear, glared at Ning Wuchai angrily, and scolded sharply: "Dozens of numbers that you said, why did you cut them when you counted six?!"

Ning Wuchai smiled lightly: "Because we young people don't talk about the five ......"

The female ghost in the red dress was suddenly so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she was afraid of the sword in Ning Wuchai's hand, and she didn't dare to move forward for a while, so she had to say angrily: "When Sister Ping comes back, she will definitely draw your tendons, peel your skin, and let you die a good death!"

Ning Wuchai: "Six, six, six." ”

The female ghost in the red dress suddenly changed her face, and she just wanted to turn around and escape, but before she could react, she saw a flash of thunder in front of her, and a sword blade faintly filled with thunder slashed her neck.

The red dress suddenly burst into countless black smoke.

Ning Wuchai's eyes were like mirrors, reflecting black smoke, and he didn't bother to talk to this group of ghosts, and suddenly the thunder all over his body bloomed like silk, and he said sharply: "Are you also underestimating me?!"

Kill!

Facing a group of lonely ghosts and wild ghosts who only have little ghosts, even if there is a grandmother, it is just a small role in the night travel realm.

This isn't a random killing?!

As for the big demons and ghosts further up the night tour realm, the old man in charge will not sit idly by, this place is so close to Kui Mountain, can the old man in charge still stab him in the back thousands of miles away?

Anyway, the madness is over!

The more momentum you have, the more ghosts you are!

"Just a little ghost...... Huh?"

As soon as the words fell, a chuckle came from the courtyard, as if it sounded from all directions, and it fell into Ning Wuchai's ears on top of each other, making people feel a chill down their spines.

"......

Hearing the sound of the old willow tree behind him, Ning Wuchai's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly turned around and threw out the Falling Thunder Sword Technique, but the withered vines one after another came to him densely entangled like a snake's nest!

"When the ......"

The Thunder Sword was whipped away with a thud, and countless rattans flew up along Ning Wuchai's body like swimming snakes, and soon tightened on Ning Wuchai's limbs!

One lap.

Another lap.

Densely intertwined.

Under the cold moonlight, the woman in blue fell barefoot from the top of the courtyard, looking at Ning Wuchai, who was hanging up by the vines into zongzi, but was still struggling violently, and suddenly let out a chuckle like a silver bell: "Don't struggle Xiao Langjun, barren mountains and mountains, no one will come to save your ...... if you cut your throat."