So, the scholar, who had not used a spell since the battle, cast a spell.

The middle-aged scribe laughed in a low voice: "The spells taught by those old things, I thought I would never use them in this life, but I didn't expect to use them again." ”

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal, the offensive in his hand was non-stop, and the sword aura overflowed.

If you want to use spells, you can use them, but you have to use them.

After the middle-aged scribe was sure that he would not die for the time being, he let Xu Baichuan's sword stab at him, and he slammed his fist into the golden light.

The golden light was instantly shattered by this punch, turning into golden particles, and quickly disappeared completely, leaving only a few fragmented rune papers with the wind.

The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath and sighed: "You are the only one who can force me to this point where I am not a ghost for so many years, I really want to kill you, but I know that you can't die at my hands, then there will be a period later, and I will find a way to kill you in the future." ”

Without concealment, he pushed out his thoughts and plates.

Xu Baichuan shook his head, "You can't leave." ”

The middle-aged scribe couldn't stop laughing: "How do you know that I can't leave, it's still the same sentence, no one stops me if I want to leave." ”

Xu Baichuan was silent, but raised the long sword in his hand.

He wanted people to stay, but no one really walked out.

He had to kill this man today.

The middle-aged scribe's crimson eyes stared straight at Xu Baichuan, his hand raised slightly, and an invisible fluctuation emanated with the black mist.

The corpse that was lying on the ground was invaded by the black mist, and quickly got up from the ground, no matter what parts were missing from the body, they all looked at Xu Baichuan with a fierce look.

The middle-aged scribe took a few steps back slightly, looking at Xu Baichuan, who was gradually surrounded by corpses, he was about to leave, but he felt that he should leave a few words, so he said: "This spell should be called grass and trees are soldiers, it can turn the grass and trees of heaven and earth into soldiers, and it is used to trap people. ”

Then the scholar, who had turned into a dried corpse, quickly turned around and walked out of the town gate.

Step by step, it is extremely slow.

Obviously, he didn't believe that Xu Baichuan would be able to break through the obstacles of these corpses soon, at least until he left the town, and trying to find him again at that time would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's just that when he gets to the town gate, don't hear a whistling in his ears.

He turned his head to look at it, surprised.

He saw a sword light, and a small hole appeared in his chest, and a large black mist was pouring out.

The middle-aged scribe frowned, he was a little incredulous about this scene, according to his assumption, Xu Baichuan would not be able to be so fast, there were so many corpses, even if he was allowed to kill, he would have to kill for a while.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged scribe decided to ask the doubts in his heart.

"How did you break my spell? ”

Xu Baichuan looked up at him and said softly, "You don't have to know, it's useless for a dead person to know about this." ”

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said in a very serious tone: "I won't die, you can't kill me." ”

Xu Baichuan was silent.

Previously, he handed out many swords, each sword was aimed at harming people, if the ordinary monk was attacked by such an important attack, he would have died a long time ago, while the middle-aged scribe relied on the black mist in his body to survive the injury, and now it seems that he really can't kill him.

Not necessarily, though.

Since it's a spell, there should always be a time when it runs out, and even if it can keep people alive, there should be a limit, and as long as you break this limit, you will still die after all.

No wonder the middle-aged scribe wanted to leave.

Xu Baichuan slowly took a step, full of sword energy, surging and surging mighty.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe didn't say anything, just shook his head, and then punched over.

He can actually use spells, but inexplicably he thought that the sword of sword cultivation mentioned in the book can break all kinds of spells, so he decided not to use it, it is better to swing his fist straight.

When he swung his fist, he had some thoughts in his heart, in fact, this Jianghu martial arts is not bad, maybe after leaving here, he can learn it, it is not as complicated as a spell, but it is powerful, and it is just right for him to blast it out now.

It's just that he has to be able to live.

It's just that looking at the current situation, Xu Baichuan has to kill him, and it is impossible to let him out.

The two exchanged a few tricks with each other, Xu Baichuan's expression was still the same, but the middle-aged scribe's face was not very good-looking.

He could perceive that the attack caused by his punch was getting smaller and smaller, and the fog arm, which was originally pitch black, was now a little weaker, and it was obvious that the fog had been consumed a lot, and maybe when the fog was exhausted, his life would not be saved.

Xu Baichuan can also perceive the much thinner mist arm, and he is even more convinced of his own thoughts, nothing in this world is indestructible, and nothing is immortal for a long time, everything has a limit, as long as that limit is broken, no matter how strong it is, it can be killed, even if it is an immortal body, it can die.

What's more, middle-aged scribes are not immortal.

The middle-aged scribe relied on his mist-swirling arm to resist Xu Baichuan's sword, and every time he stopped a sword, his face became ugly.

His face, which had turned into a dried corpse, was particularly hideous.

He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, and finally abandoned his identity as a scholar and escaped into the devil's path, and he also wanted to live better by refining the mist with human life, even if he turned into this dry corpse, it was acceptable to him, and the only thing that was unacceptable was to die.

At the gate of the town, Xu Baichuan was like a raging wind, and his majestic sword qi was all pressed towards the middle-aged scribe, and the white qi in his hand was entangled, and the thick edge directly shrouded the surrounding area of a foot, cutting the middle-aged scribe's already broken body even more broken, but what emerged from it was not blood, but a strange black mist.

was scraped by the sword qi and was quickly extinguished.

As the black mist emerged more and more, the middle-aged scribe's physical state became more and more unstable, and the mist arm in his left hand was even somewhat transparent, and if he looked closely, he could still see the gravel on the ground from it.

The middle-aged scribe stretched out his hand again, wanting to stop it, but when his arm just touched the autumn wind, it was directly cut into two sections, and the incision was unusually flat, although there was still some black mist surging, and he wanted to regenerate his arm, but under the obstruction of the sword qi, he could only remain as it was.

The middle-aged scribe looked down at the arm that had fallen to the ground and had turned into black mist, his face was stunned, he knew that the mist in his body was running out, and he was afraid that he would die if he came with a few more swords.

"I still don't want to die. The middle-aged scribe muttered to himself: "I haven't practiced that spell yet, I haven't stood in front of those old things, saying that their reasoning is wrong, how can I die so easily, I don't accept it, I don't accept it." ”

Xu Baichuan didn't pay attention to the middle-aged scribe who looked like crazy, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, all he did was raise his sword and swing it.

How could a middle-aged scribe without the backing of the fog be able to withstand this sword?

His head was quickly severed by a sword, and it landed on the ground with a dull thud.

And his body turned into mist and dissipated as his head fell.

Xu Baichuan looked at the head that was still open and refused to die, and said calmly: "I said, you can't leave." ”

The head opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something, but before it could say it, it was completely disturbed by the sword qi, and as for the unspoken words, it should probably be some words begging for mercy.

Xu Baichuan didn't care.

He didn't have to listen to the words of the dead.

Hanging the autumn wind without a trace of blood stained into the sheath on his waist, looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Xu Baichuan felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably.

It's just that the culprit was killed by him, and the discomfort can only be dissipated.

Walking slowly along the path from which he had come, he deftly avoided the corpse lying on the ground, and before he had walked long, he stopped again.

There is a bunch of people standing not far from the road, and it is very spectacular.

The crowd was bustling, noisy for a while, and then quickly subsided.

The mayor of the town, who had survived the catastrophe, stepped out of it and came to him.

The mayor of the town is an old man with a white beard, with a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and he is very stylish on weekdays, but these styles can't be shown in front of Xu Baichuan.

He saw Xu Baichuan's sword qi like a fairy figure, and the dazzling white light left a deep impression on his heart.

The mayor bent down and saluted Xu Baichuan respectfully.

Behind him, the townsfolk saluted respectfully.

Xu Baichuan's face did not change much, and he naturally accepted this gift, no matter where he looked at it, he deserved and could bear this gift.

The mayor raised his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Thank you for the divine power of the immortal master, slaying the demon and protecting me Jing'an Town Taiping, it is simply a meritorious merit, I will definitely set up a peaceful immortal tablet for the immortal master in the future, and the incense will continue day and night, and the immortal master's kindness will be passed on from generation to generation." ”

Xu Baichuan shook his head and said calmly: "Thank you for accepting it, there is no need for the immortal tablet, instead of having this idle time, it is better to put away the bodies of those innocent people and bury them properly is the right way." ”

The mayor opened his mouth, and the words of thanks that had just poured into his throat choked hard, and finally only replied with a yes.

Just as they were about to go to the front to deal with it, Xu Baichuan suddenly stopped them.

The mayor was puzzled, "Immortal Master, do you still have something to order?"

Xu Baichuan nodded and said bluntly: "Those corpses have been spelled, if they are buried in the ground and absorb the earth spirit qi, they are likely to transform into zombies......"

"Zombies! ”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the mayor who was frightened by the word zombie, and the mayor looked anxious, the word zombie really evoked a nightmare in his heart.

When he was young, he met the village that was slaughtered by three zombies, if it weren't for the three sect monks who killed the zombies in the end, the zombies would definitely kill more people, and now these dead corpses will really become zombies, the consequences are unimaginable, hundreds of zombies, I feel shuddered when I think about it, I'm afraid that even a city can be attacked.

The mayor looked up at Xu Baichuan, obviously trying to find a way from him.

Xu Baichuan shook his head and said seriously: "Burn them all, this is the safest." ”

The mayor of the town looked embarrassed and muttered, "But death is great, and if you don't go into the ground, your soul won't be able to rest in peace, and you will blame us who are alive." ”

Xu Baichuan sighed slightly, how did he not know that people die for the greatest, and they are safe in the ground, after all, it is a tradition that has been circulating for thousands of years, how can it be so easy to say that it will be changed, but after all, dead people are dead people, and where there are living people is important.

So he repeated the words again.

"If you burn them all, the zombies won't appear, and if they are really buried in the earth, you should understand the consequences. ”

The mayor was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to the immortal master, I will let them burn it, so as not to have too many dreams at night." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded, no longer spoken, and just walked towards Xu's mansion.

Let the mayor and the townspeople argue, he has already given the method, and it is none of his business whether to do it or not.

There is a saying in the world that good fortune and misfortune are self-inflicted, and others cannot be blamed.

After turning a few winding alleys, when he reached Xu's mansion, two people quickly appeared in front of him.

It's Anan and the old man.

When Anan saw him, he quickly ran out and circled around him twice, and after making sure that he didn't have any injuries on his body, he patted his chest with relief, like a big stone in his heart finally landed.

The girl actually cares about Xu Baichuan very much.

The old gentleman followed, looked at Xu Baichuan, who was no different from when he went out, and asked, "What's going on?"

Xu Baichuan nodded and said that it had been resolved.

The old gentleman hummed, and then no longer asked, but confessed to Xu Baichuan and walked towards the place where the dead man.

After all, as far as he knew, there were many people who died, and as an elder, he should always go to see it, and read a few sacrificial proclamations to sacrifice the souls of the dead.

Looking at the lonely back of the old gentleman, Anan pondered for a moment, quickly turned his head, and suddenly said: "Mr. is very knowledgeable, higher than many scholars. ”

"Well, I know. ”

"Sir has a good understanding of spiritual practice, and it should be orthodox from the three religions. ”

"I know that, too. ”

Anan was silent for a moment and asked, "Can I show the cultivation exercises to Mr.?"

Looking at the girl with a serious face, Xu Baichuan didn't hesitate too much, quickly nodded, and said softly: "I gave you the cultivation exercises, naturally it is yours, as long as you don't take it to do bad things, you can give it to anyone, you don't have to ask me." ”

Anan was quick to look happy when he heard this.

Xu Baichuan smiled and walked into the mansion.

Anan stuck out his tongue and followed him, touching the practice in his arms from time to time, thinking about how his husband would react if he knew that he could practice this exercise.

I guess I was surprised.

With this in mind, Anan walked into the kitchen with brisk steps, she wanted to make a table of good dishes.