"Where's the endage?" the little monk heard the conversation of several people and walked over here.

"Here I am!"

Shan Ying hurriedly took out a grass from the storage bag, but before he could hand it over, the change was abrupt, a trace of black gas flashed on his face, and his cheeks were crawling with black and purple veins, standing there.

"Be careful!" Shen Kongming was facing him and pulled the little monk who was about to pass by.

Feng Shu stood beside him, the first thing he felt was wrong, and a jade-like magic weapon appeared in his hand, fixing it on the head of the mountain eagle, making him unable to move.

Mo Ghost immediately took out his flute and took a few steps back.

The mountain eagle, who had been keeping his head down, slowly raised his head, his eyes turned violent red, and the corners of his mouth looked particularly evil, he stared straight at Mo Ghost, and the three bright white points of light in his pupils gradually condensed into a divine sense attack.

Liang Yuan and Feng Shu surrounded the mountain eagle left and right, and the sword in their hands couldn't bear to start, but when the divine sense attack was formed, they had to do it.

"Wait!"

Mo Ghost stopped the two, he didn't move, the spirit treasure thrown by Shen Kongming just blocked in front of her, and the bamboo flute in his hand was put to his mouth, and the purification flowed out slowly.

Hearing this voice, Shan Ying seemed to feel something, his face was unpredictable, sometimes confused, sometimes painful, the black qi kept flashing, he suddenly broke free from the restraints on his head, and smashed Feng Shu next to him with a fist.

Feng Shu, who was always paying attention to him, naturally dodged as soon as possible, trying to avoid fighting with him, injuring him, and the footwork under his feet flashed.

When Shan Ying hit Feng Shu, the expression on his face was distorted, his limbs were stiff, as if he was fighting against something, his mouth snorted from time to time, and as the flute sounded, the pain in his mind intensified, and he knelt on the ground.

Mo Ghost felt the black qi in his body, and it could indeed be purified by the sound of the flute, and in the process of dissipation, it was the divine consciousness of the mountain eagle that was injured.

As the black qi became lighter and lighter, the expression on Shan Ying's face gradually eased, but before the surrounding monks could breathe a sigh of relief, he raised his head as if his chin had been lifted, and the top of his head slowly condensed into a face, his facial features could not be seen clearly, but he could feel that he was laughing, laughing presumptuously!

"Spirituality is damned, one after the other!"

It was Shanying who spoke, but his eyes were staring ahead, there was no focus, and as the black gas completely dissipated, his head drooped down, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he lost his breath.

The blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, all the way to his chin, and fell drop by drop, which happened to fall on the borage teeth in his hand, staining the whole grass red, making a 'click' sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard.

"Mountain Eagle!"

Feng Shu approached, but he didn't dare to touch him, and looked up at Mo Ghost, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

Mo Ghost put down the flute, "He's dead," the corners of her mouth moved slightly, "The foundation building cultivation is too low, and the divine consciousness is far from the black qi, as long as he lets go of the divine sense, his sea of consciousness will not be able to withstand the coercion and explode, killing him easily." ”

This is like a high-level ghost cultivator can exist in the low-level monk's sea of knowledge, but as long as there is the idea of giving up, the sea of consciousness where he is located cannot bear it.

"Why?" Feng Shu knelt on the ground, his eyes were full of disbelief, his lips trembled a little, "Since we left the beast park, we have always stayed together, there is no reason to be possessed by ghost cultivation or some black qi!"

"And, why are we all right?" Liang Yuan looked calmer.

While speaking, Shen Laozu appeared in the courtyard and walked towards the kneeling mountain eagle, after feeling the abnormality, he rushed here as soon as possible, but in less than a stick of incense, he was already dead, "You are not necessarily fine, maybe there is something and you don't know it." ”

Kuyan Zhenjun and Ning Zhenjun appeared one after another, and the monks in the major sects gathered in this small courtyard one after another, and when they saw his death, their expressions were solemn.

"When did you come here?" After a moment of silence, Shen Lao Zu asked.

"I don't remember the specific time," Liang Yuan looked a little nervous when he returned to the ancestor for the first time, "But when I entered the city, I just heard the sound of Master Mo's flute, and I was still glad that I didn't miss her." ”

"He heard the sound of the flute, and there was nothing unusual?" Shen Lao Zu grimaced.

"No," Liang Yuan shook his head.

"Purification can still eliminate the black qi, but his cultivation is too low, and he can't support it until the black qi is cleared," Mo Ghost looked at Shen Old Ancestor, "Moreover, unlike your predecessors, you don't react when you hear the sound of the flute." ”

Old Ancestor Shen looked at Master Pufang of Leiyin Temple, "How about returning the monks in the city to the cage first?"

The siege of Kuang City and Luliang City are under the control of Xiaoyao and Leiyin Temple in the Central Region, and now that the matter is not over, how to deal with it naturally has to be discussed with Master Pufang.

"It's all up to Shen Daoyou," Master Pu Fang couldn't see anything on his face, and nodded slightly.

"Kuyan, you and Ning Hongxian arranged for the original monks in the city, don't be busy restoring those streets, first integrate them into half of the city, don't act rashly for the time being," Shen Lao Zu said with a cane.

"The Taoist friends of the Lei Yin Temple will count the monks of the major sects in the northern region here, and gather in the other half of the city according to the sect, and the monks who are imprisoned, the monks in the city, and the city gate must be sent to guard in turn, and there shall be no less than three people. ”

"Remember, you must tell everyone, even if it is a fellow disciple around you, don't let your guard down, no matter who gives you, don't accept anything, keep yourself independent, and think about your own safety, understand?"

"Yes!" Kuyan Zhenjun agreed.

"As for a few of you..."Shen Laozu looked at the Mo Ghost and the others, and pointed to Xiao Changhe who was standing aside, "You also go over the long river, six people, divided into two groups, can't leave Mo Ghost for half a step at any time." ”

In any case, the purification of the Mo Ghost is the only way to eliminate the black qi at present, and there must be no mistakes.

"Don't go to the city, find a courtyard in the City Lord's Mansion, if you want to go out, you must be careful," Shen Lao Zu advised.

"Shen Daoyou, can you let Mingxin come with them?" Master Pu Fang said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Old Ancestor Shen looked at him.

"Mingxin is quite talented in the Divine Soul, maybe he can help Mo Xiaoyou," Master Pu Fang said with a sense of holiness, as if he was a wise saying.

"Okay," Shen Lao Zu nodded, "Then follow suit." ”

After arranging everything, the irrelevant monks withdrew from the small courtyard, and the Mo Ghost and the others stayed behind, Liang Yuan and Feng Shu looked quite clever, waiting at the door to occasionally pass on a message.

In less than a day, the city was arranged according to Shen Laozu's arrangement.

In the next five days, whether it was a sect monk or a casual cultivator, everyone was panicked, but unexpectedly, the two cities of Kuanwei and Luliang were calm.

Just as the crowd was letting their guard down, the gates were slammed and the monk who delivered the letter came.

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