The city god's eyes were wide open, he was already very angry, and he was about to do it at the moment, how could he think that Su Hongxin would take out such a Buddhist scripture.

The Buddhist album is unfolded, like a treasure mirror, the scriptures on it are all shining with golden light, the handwriting is red as blood, only to a group of evil ghosts around a photo, the yin spirits gathered in the hall are as good as the spring snow melting, leaving only a few screams.

The city god on the god platform, together with the judge Wen, all changed their expressions greatly, and they were horrified, and under the golden light, they were caught off guard when they wanted to react, but they felt that the person in front of them had gone through a vicious battle, and it was difficult for the seriously injured body to resist, how could they expect that they were pregnant with such a strange thing now, and they immediately panicked.

But seeing that the vast Buddha light fell, all the yin things were like hot water pouring ice and snow, and even the city god was not spared, but in the end it was still a god who protected the city, and the yin qi was victorious, struggling, as if it was nailed to the spot, but the judge on the side was an old Xiucai with a pale face, but two breaths had turned into a cloud of yin qi, and his soul was scattered.

"And...... Slow ......"

The city god hissed.

"Slow, not slow!"

Since he has already done it, how can he still say that his subordinates are merciful, not to mention that he is still seriously injured, who knows if he will be able to relax for a while, Su Hongxin snorted coldly, and then saw that the Soul Breaking Knife had broken through the air and flew out, but it went straight through the body of the city god.

"Boom!"

There was a shock, and then I looked at it, everything in the temple was back to the same, but the statue on the altar exploded at this moment, leaving only the remnants of mud and fragments, and on the wall, the soul breaking knife still trembled.

As soon as Su Hongxin closed the scriptures, his face was pale, and his head was covered with cold sweat, he glanced at his right hand, but saw that the place where he held the scriptures just now seemed to have been burned by the fire, and it was scorched black.

Exhaling with relief, Su Hongxin muttered to himself: "It seems that you can't easily use this thing in the future, if you can't do it, you won't be able to use it first!"

Thinking about it, he is now devouring souls and eating ghosts, and his yin and evil aura is getting stronger and stronger, but I am afraid that the further he goes, the greater the backlash of this scripture against him, and he needs to be cautious.

Looking at the mud like debris on the ground, Su Hongxin put away the scriptures, pulled back the soul breaking knife, and staggered out.

It's all done.

The next day, the people in the city also don't know who found out about the "City God's Temple" of the accident, it caused a stir, after the evil spirit, now the city is really rumored, a little wind and grass can cause people to worry, Fu Yin learned, busy and big moves.

On the other hand, it was only said that after the old man Chen finished the shift, he returned to the Bao Gong Ancestral Hall, but saw that it was deserted and quiet, and there was no trace of Su Hongxin, and then his eyes moved lightly and fell at the foot of the statue of Bao Gong.

I saw that there was a book there, which was the "Maoshan Secret Technique", on which there was a crescent-shaped pendant, and on the ground was the words "Old man take care".

The old man picked up the book and looked at it, and then the next moment, but seeing the lame husband shook his hand, the book in his hand immediately turned into ashes and burned clean, his eyes were like electricity, looking at the statue of Bao Gong in the ancestral hall, the moment his eyes fell, there was a streamer in front of his forehead into the statue of Bao Gong, which was fleeting.

"Chen Shouyi!"

A soft call sounded in the ancestral hall, with majesty, sonorous and powerful, penetrating people's hearts.

And what about Chen Laoqi? Just when the streamer left his body, the old man's eyes were confused, as if he was drunk, but when he heard the voice in his ear, he was conscious.

"Eh, who called me?"

But he only asked vaguely, but the scene in front of him was shocking, he knelt down, threw himself to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Little Chen Shouyi, knock on Bao Qingtian!"

In front of him, there was already a thick cloud, and a figure sat in it.

"Let's go and get the throne of the city god!"

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Anseong, bookstore.

Outside the window, the moon is in full bloom, the bright moonlight is like frost and snow, and in the originally quiet window, suddenly there are a few more coughs out of thin air, and a figure is sitting on the edge of the bed, with a one-armed pestle, and is coughing with his head down.

Glancing at his severed left arm, Su Hongxin said:

"Heal!"

The next moment, I saw that at the broken point of his left arm, wisps of obscure and strange black gas suddenly gushed out, like maggots on the tarsal bones, and quickly turned into the shape of an arm, and the familiar feeling gradually recovered, Su Hongxin stretched his left hand, looked at the skin and flesh revealed in the black air, looked at the ring still wearing it, and his eyes seemed to flicker a few times.

Not only that, but the internal, external, and dark injuries on his body also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.

Glancing at the bright moon outside the window, the autumn wind blowing in, Su Hongxin continued:

"Extract!"

The voice fell.

A stormy green mountain instantly smashed into his eyes as if from the end of heaven and earth, splashing huge ripples, and everything in the mountain began to flow backwards in the ripples, rushing torrents, howling winds, and wind, rain, thunder and lightning, everything. Ancient and dilapidated temples, ruins of broken walls, hideous and huge evil dragons, tumbling snakes, and those people he met surfaced one by one in that gloomy world......

"Huh?"

Su Hongxin suddenly stared, as if he had seen something unexpected, and said lightly, only to see that the unpredictable, bizarre scene was suddenly fixed on an unkempt and sloppy old man, this person was in shabby clothes, his hands were more bulging, looking at the age of the sixtieth armor, the top was bare, only these two temples had a few strands of white hair, limping, like the iron cane Li in the eight immortals, and even the old mud and sweat stains on his body could be seen clearly.

"Isn't this Chen Laoyi?"

Su Hongxin looked strange, what kind of ability can this lame old man have, could it be that he ran for nothing this time?

But then he suddenly glared, sat up straight, and lived like a ghost in the blue sky and day.

Hell yes.

Su Hongxin saw the lame old man who had been with him for a few days, and now he actually put on a strange posture, his left hand spread his palm, and his right hand used his index finger to write, and he actually drew a rune in the palm of his hand.

"This is so fucking hidden, isn't it?

At the same time, an old and slightly hoarse voice seemed to fall gently in his ears.

"Quiet!"

Everything in front of him suddenly dissipated, only the rune shone with an obscure divine light, as if imprinted in his mind, every stroke of the stroke, all of them were incomparably clear and wonderful.

Su Hongxin froze in place, and it took a while to react, and then he was blown by the small breeze outside the window, and he shook inexplicably, his expression was extremely strange, and he muttered in his mouth:

"Oops,!"