At this moment, he is wearing a purple skirt, his long black hair has also changed into short purple hair that has just reached his ears, a pair of eyebrows are like distant mountains and spring, his eyes are like autumn water, and the center of his eyebrows seems to be pasted with a flower, printed with a purple circular mark, and he looks like a delicate and lovely woman.

What shocked Shen Luo even more was that behind it was a pair of small bone wings, which were flapping one by one.

"Demon Clan!"

Luo Zhen's mouth burst into applause, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Shen Luo took a closer look, only to find that at the center of the ancient spirit eyebrows, where was the Hua Tian? It was clearly a skull mark the size of a fingertip, and the demonic aura emanating from its body was also extremely strong.

"Do you still want to send a warning? It's too late......"

Wang Shibo let out a low snort, slapped out with one hand, and the light in his sleeve flashed, and a short halberd flew out, shooting straight to Luo Zhenren's chest.

Luo Zhenren took a step back, and with the same flick of his sleeve, a copper coin sword glowing red flew out and crashed into the halberd.

There was a sudden strange noise in the courtyard, and the two talismans were inseparable in the air.

At this moment, the soil under Luo Zhenren's feet suddenly loosened, and a white Sensen's dry bone ghost claw suddenly broke through the ground, grabbed it on his calf, and with a "snort", it pulled out several shocking blood marks.

Luo Zhenren was already poisoned, and he was attacked by the ghost claws, and he was suddenly a little overwhelmed, and the halberd crashed into his copper coin sword and shot at his head in an instant.

At the last moment, a "boom" thunder sounded!

An arm-thick white electric light suddenly smashed down from mid-air, directly smashing the halberd to the ground, and it turned to the side and nailed to the ground.

For a while, the courtyard was so quiet that it could be heard, and the eyes of the other three people suddenly focused on Shen Luo.

None of them expected that this registered disciple, who was usually regarded as a waste by everyone, would unexpectedly use a thunder magic talisman.

Shen Luo was flustered in his heart, looked down at his right palm that was subconsciously raised, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Boy, it's hidden deep enough, I usually underestimate you!"

Wang Qingsong's eyes were cold, and with a flick of his hand, a black mist in his palm immediately puffed out, and terrifying grimaces condensed inside, rushing towards Shen Luo.

Seeing this, Luo Zhenren's figure blurred, and he came to Shen Luo's body, quickly sealed his hands in front of him, and slapped it out with one palm.

But seeing that his handprints were formed, the middle was generous and bright, and a strong pure yang power surged out.

After those ghostly black fogs met the white light, they suddenly dissipated like ice and snow meeting sunlight.

It's just that after the light dissipated, Luo Zhenren's figure staggered, and his face was already covered with black gas.

"Master Luo, are you okay?" Seeing this, Shen Luo asked anxiously.

"I didn't expect you to really teach yourself the art of talismans, it seems that the teacher also underestimates you, today I will officially accept you as a personal disciple, are you still willing?" Luo Zhenren looked at Shen Luo with a strange expression, and after taking out a magic plate-shaped thing from his sleeve robe, he said solemnly.

"Of course the disciple is willing, but for now, let's find a way to escape first. Shen Luo replied with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, since the teacher has accepted you as an apprentice, he will naturally try to save your life. I've got my own way!" Luo Zhenren listened, hehe, and suddenly opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of essence blood towards the magic plate in his hand.

The magic disk floated to the ground, and a white light suddenly burst into it, shooting straight out a hazy pillar of light that was a few feet high.

"Let's go!"

With that, he slapped Shen on the back, staggering it into the pillar of light.

Shen Luo was caught off guard, only to feel stiff, and the whole person was bound by the white light, unable to move.

"Oh no! Stop him. Seeing this, Uncle Wang shouted, and the black mist between his sleeves gushed out.

Gu Hualing had also already flown to the ground, and with a lift of his wrist, several white bone skeletons suddenly jumped out of the ground and pounced towards Luo Zhenren.

At this time, Luo Shi didn't speak, but his voice suddenly sounded in Shen Luo's mind:

"Bring the token to your uncle and ancestor, and go to him for help. ”

Before Shen Luo could figure out what was going on, Luo Zhenren had already thrown a palm-sized jade pendant into his arms.

In the next moment, he felt a whirlwind of the heavens, and the white light shrouded outside his body suddenly shrank, and his whole person seemed to be pressed and shrunk into the magic plate, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

As soon as Luo Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, his back was invaded by the surging black mist.

He stepped again, his body scurrying forward, but he took off the robe and remained in place.

It's just that after the black mist spread, the robe quickly decayed and turned into ashes.

"You go and kill that kid. Uncle Wang frowned and said.

Gu Hua Ling hesitated slightly, and the bone wings behind him waved, and he was about to fly out.

"Demon, don't want to go. Luo Zhen burst into a loud cheer and raised his hand to wave outward.

A ball of light flew out of his hand and hit a gossip mirror hanging on the door of the hall, and the mirror body immediately flipped downward, refracting a ray of light, and hit back on another copper mirror in the gatehouse in the front yard.

Immediately, a light refracted from this mirror, falling on other parts of the courtyard, and the entire courtyard was wrapped in a piece of light, and a huge gossip phantom appeared on the ground under the light.

As soon as the ancient spirit body flew up, it hit its head on a layer of void light curtain that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and fell back again.

"Forbidden?" she said, her expression changed slightly.

"That's it, it's just a named disciple, it's insignificant, let's deal with the surname Luo first. Wang Qingsong's face was pale, and he approached Luo Zhenren step by step.

......

Shen Luo only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his body seemed to be constantly falling downward, and there was a vast white light in front of him.

But in an instant, his feet fell to the ground again, and the white light in front of him dimmed, but the intense dizziness could not subside for a while.

He took a step forward, but he couldn't stand firmly, he staggered forward, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push forward, and his palm touched a rough stone wall.

As he stood firm against the wall, the dizziness finally subsided, and his vision returned to normal, only to find himself in a strange dark stone room.

There were several oil lamps hanging on the four walls of the stone room, and I don't know what kind of grease was burning in them, and there was no smoke in the flames, but only a faint fishy sweet smell.

Shen Luo's eyes turned, and his gaze fell on the corner of the stone room, and he immediately tightened.

I saw that there were two strange figures in tattered black robes over there, wrapped in thick black mist, their bodies tilting and floating in the air, and their arms were both reaching forward, as if they were about to move forward to kill something.

Shen Luo was vigilant, took a step forward, and looked through the gap between the two of them, and saw that in the corner of the wall where they were attacked, there was a thin old man dressed in a gray and white Taoist robe and wearing a Wuyue crown on his head, who was confronting them with the magic trick with both hands.