If it is said that in this Lingguan Temple, all the dead are already adults, and it can still make people feel a little happy in their hearts, but this can only be a fantasy.

The old Taoist looked at the baby corpse hanging on the bucket arch, and was silent, he thought that the ghost of the yin thing that was let go was always made of human death, and he would not do anything to the baby who was waiting to be fed, but everything in front of him was slapped in the face alive.

Suddenly, the gold compass put in the sleeve trembled, and the old Taoist hurriedly took out the gold compass, but saw that the point on the gold line compass turned like crazy, the Qiankun was transposed, the five elements were reversed, and the luck of the mountains and rivers in this valley had changed!

The old Taoist stopped Wang Yuanbao, who was about to step into the Lingguan Temple, and said: "Xiaoyou, don't worry, in this valley, the luck of the mountains and rivers has changed!"

Wang Yuanbao was puzzled: "Is there anything wrong with that?"

Hearing this, the old Taoist didn't care about laughing at Wang Yuanbao, who was stunned, and said urgently: "The mountain and water luck is a fixed number, just like the laws of the world, the sky is constant, and the gods of mountains and rivers everywhere are like officials who control the laws and regulations, and the mountains and rivers in this place are all between him and the clouds and rain, a big array, relying on the luck of this mountain and water, and now the aura pattern in this valley has changed with the pattern of landscape luck, it will not be a good thing......

Before the old Taoist's words fell, there was a bang, like a huge sound of a landslide and a crack, suddenly resounded in the valley, but everything around him remained unchanged at all.

The aura flows endlessly, just like the tides in the sea.

The old Taoist shouted: "Not good!!"

Just when Wang Yuanbao had not come back to his senses, there was a trance in front of him, and a mist rose around the Lingguan Temple, and the thin mist blocked the Lingguan Temple behind.

A poignant laughter rippled, and in this mist, it was extremely strange, and the thoughts on Wang Yuanbao's waist began to tremble again, as if he was eager to get out of the sheath.

Wang Yuanbao sensed the abnormality of Si Wuxian on his waist, but he did not have the intention of pulling out Si Wuxie, but contained the fist intent of the Regret Ding Fist, for no other reason, just in the valley Si Wuxian out of the sheath and killed the soul lamp, only one sword, the sword qi in the dantian of Wang Yuanbao's Qi Mansion on the snow mountain on the "snow" was almost exhausted.

In this unknown situation, Wang Yuanbao did not dare to gamble with his own life.

The fog stopped, but the aura and luck pattern in the valley had changed, and the old Taoist who was originally standing beside Wang Yuanbao was gone.

Wang Yuanbao's fist intent is flowing all over his body, coupled with the blessing of the Sanyang Lantern Talisman, the yin aura in the mist can't affect him, and the means of seducing and harming people by yin ghosts and ghosts are nothing more than lust and soul, and then there is this illusion.

And this mist is illusion.

The red-clothed dry bone fox charm in the five realms of mountain climbing in Longchang Town, the illusion is more than a star and a half stronger than this mist, so Wang Yuanbao is not afraid of this yin ghost harming illusion, affecting people's minds and minds, and making people mess with themselves, this yin ghost is really a good means.

Wang Yuanbao secretly mentioned the spirit of twelve, although he was not afraid, but he still had to be cautious, the heroes on the script were all fluttering, overturning the boat in the gutter, and it was taboo to underestimate the enemy.

The earth made a small sound like ants crossing the border, and the skeletons that should have been piled up on the "rockery" next to the Lingguan Temple actually emerged from the ground, like mushrooms after rain, and pushed out of the ground.

But what stood out of the ground was not only skeletons, but also many snakes and insects, but they were also transformed by the white bones of Sensen.

The best time to cross the river is not halfway through.

For the ghosts and ghosts, there is no need to talk about the faith of a gentleman, Wang Yuanbao will not sit back and wait for these white bones to attack him first, the first to attack the strong, and then to suffer, this is the eternal truth.

The fist was like a knife, Wang Yuanbao handed it out with a punch, and the fist gang like a sharp blade suddenly shot out, towards those white bone yin things that were still "unearthed".

Although Wang Yuanbao is only a realm martial artist, he has appreciated the true meaning of some regret Ding Fist, and it is also in vain that the old man Zhao Wei paved the way for his last three realms with his own martial arts.

Before the white bone yin thing was "unearthed", the fist like the blade of the sword came suddenly, and the white bones of the forest were under this fist, without the slightest resistance, and the ice and snow generally flew in this fist, like the wind blowing the snow.

But this is just one place, more and more white bones and yin things poke their heads out of the ground, Wang Yuanbao tirelessly continued to hand his fists, and the white bones flew, and on top of this open space, a thick layer of "snowflakes" was paved.

It's a drain!!

Wang Yuanbao's breath is a little disordered, this is a wheel war, even if he can't hurt himself, he has to exhaust himself to death, before his martial arts are exhausted, these white bones and yin things will not have any reduction, only more and more.

Every punch is handed out, it is the consumption of the martial arts in the Qifu dantian and the meridians of the acupoints, Wang Yuanbao has not yet refined the essence of true qi from the soul of the hero, and all that can be consumed is martial luck.

And the old Taoist on the other side is not much better, the white bone yin on his side is only a lot more than the king ingot, and the yin in this Lingguan Temple is also insidious enough, and the old Taoist will inevitably have a killer weapon to kill the ghost of the yin thing, so he naturally needs to deal with it first.

On the wooden sword, it was covered with talismans, and the white bone yin objects were shattered by the cold light blessed on the wooden sword, and the flames and wind continued to shoot out from the wooden sword, and those white bone yin objects that had not yet been "unearthed" turned into snowflakes under the spell.

However, the old Taoist's face was pale, he was just a qi practitioner in the five realms of mountain climbing, even if he knew the method of a monk, but it was a killer weapon to deal with the ghosts of the yin matter, if he used it at this time, it would really be a waste of his previous efforts.

It's just that this wheel battle consumes only the foundation of him and Wang Yuanbao, and this landscape array consumes the endless landscape aura between heaven and earth.

The old Taoist used magic talismans one after another, and there was not much spiritual energy left in the acupuncture points and caves, all supported by the aura in the "fake pill" in the dantian of the qi mansion.

If you can't enter the four realms of mountain climbing, you can only rely on the "fake pill" practice of heaven and earth treasures, hanging Shouyuan and your own cultivation, and the old Taoist is now eating his own old bottom.

At this time, the mist gradually thickened, and the Lingguan Temple, which could have been seen really, was also shadowed, and it was not real.

The bitter and resentful laughter kept coming from outside the mist, which was upsetting, the old Taoist was a witness to this yin and ghostly thing, and at this time he had already made a decision in his heart, if he delayed it like this, don't talk about getting rid of the demon, I'm afraid that I have to be here.

A golden talisman flew out of the sleeve of the old Taoist, there were no cumbersome runes, just four simple ancient clumsy seals, the old Taoist's eyes flashed coldly, the wooden sword left his hand, and he controlled it as he pleased, and all the white bone yin things that had just been "unearthed" were shattered.

Under the fluttering "snowflakes", the old Taoist slowly spoke: "Huanghuang Tianwei, shining on Qiong Palace, the palace car passes, and the thunder is shocked!"

The last word "surprise" came out, and the old Taoist suddenly languished, and above the golden talisman on his fingertips, the four ancient clumsy seals were shining!

The mist that shrouded the dome and the surrounding area melted away one after another as if snow met the scorching sun, and the white bone yin objects that were constantly "unearthed" from the ground were also like being hammered, all of which turned into powder under the light of the talisman.

And the poignant and resentful laughter also came to an abrupt end, and the silence in the valley was abnormal, and everything that happened just now was as if it was in a dream, but the thick layer of "snowflakes" covered on the ground showed whether the matter was true or not.

The old Taoist seemed to have drained his strength, and sat on the ground, the "fake pill" in the qi dantian was naturally dim, this time, he was carried into the hands of the small miscellaneous fish that he had let go, and the boat overturned in the gutter.

"False Dan" is the foundation of the monks who have no chance to enter the middle four realms, in fact, strictly speaking, only those who are among the middle four realms can be called monks, and the five realms of mountain climbing are just qi practitioners.

Wang Yuanbao was about to ask, but waved his hand to the old Taoist and interrupted: "Don't worry about me, this time, the old Taoist was completely defeated in the hands of this ghost, it is really a good reincarnation of the way of heaven, and the debt of the year will have to be late, but this ghost that endangers one side still has to be removed!"

After that, the old Taoist stood up from the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand could no longer be used, and now, in the old Taoist's hand, only the golden compass and the golden talisman were left.

Stepping into the magnificent but eerie Lingguan Temple, the talisman in the sleeve of the old Taoist was like ten thousand arrows firing together, flashing with the light of various spells cruising in this Lingguan Temple.

Wang Yuanbao's fist intent can also be seen that the old Taoist at this moment is already at the end of the strong crossbow, if there is another yin ghost, I am afraid that the old Taoist will not last long.

The voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded in this empty and gloomy Lingguan Temple, and the talismans that flashed with the light of various spells seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and could not advance for half a minute.

A voice sounded from above the altar: "You can be guilty of trespassing on my Tieshajiang Lingguan Temple!"

The sound was like thunder, if it was an ordinary Jianghu person, I was afraid that I would have begun to kneel on the ground at this time, begging my grandfather to tell my grandmother, but Wang Yuanbao and the old Taoist had already made up their minds to remove this spiritual official who was a tiger, and naturally they would not be frightened by this threat.

Spiritual light, a Confucian wearing a Confucian crown and a cyan official uniform, caressing his long hair, looked coldly at the old Taoist and Wang Yuanbao, his eyes were quite disdainful.

The five hundred miles of waterway of the Tiesha River, the luck of this landscape is controlled by his spiritual official, the official rank of the seventh grade, plus the imperial court, he, the "minister" in the court, was enshrined as the spiritual official of the Tiesha River, who does not want to please, the monk is charming, and the monk is not respectful to himself, as if he is the "soil emperor" of the Tiesha River.

However, in the eyes of the old Taoist and Wang Yuanbao, this spiritual official should be damned.

But the cutscenes still have to go.

The old Taoist said lightly: "Lord Lingguan, this Tiesha River 500 waterways, there is a yin ghost, endangering one party, do you know? In this valley, the skeleton rockery next to the Lingguan Temple, the baby corpse on the bucket arch, do you know where it came from?"

The Confucian spirit official stared at the old Taoist indifferently with his beautiful hair, snorted coldly, and said: "It's just a little yin ghost, how can you take action from Lord Ben, if you don't offer incense, you will die if you die, what does it have to do with Lord Ben?!"

Wang Yuanbao sneered when he heard this, he thought that this Confucian spirit official would be so clever and colorful, but he didn't know that this person was so brazen, and he actually admitted it like this, and his regretful fist intent had long been contained in Wang Yuanbao's fist.

The old Taoist sneered, this Confucian spiritual official has read books for many years, but he is afraid that they will all go into the dog's belly, and he will not speculate for more than half a sentence, and the old Taoist only shouted coldly: "Do it!"

And at this moment, a red dress fluttered in, not a dark incense floating, but a filthy and pungent smell, and endless resentment filled the empty main hall of the Lingguan Temple.

Wang Yuanbao fixed his eyes, but found that this feminine ghost was actually dressed in a red wedding dress, with picturesque eyebrows, but it was full of endless hatred and resentment, and at the moment when the feminine ghost appeared in the wedding dress, the aura around the spiritual official gradually turned black.

This is a sign of the natural path of the devil, the spirit official and the god of the mountains and rivers that are sealed, what they rely on to survive is incense and merit, the Tieshajiang spirit official in front of him, the merit and aura behind him are all gone, and only resentment remains.

"Hurry!"

The old Taoist is also the old Jianghu, and the first strike is the strongest. He still understands.

The talisman is like a knife, and it goes straight to the heart of the spirit officer.

And Wang Yuanbao's side is not as happy as the old Taoist here, and he can let go of the fight.

Wang Yuanbao's fist intent flowed smoothly, and he handed it out, which was very powerful, but the feminine thing in the wedding dress was like a loach that did not leave his hands, and easily dodged Wang Yuanbao's fist bombardment.

With a flash of inspiration, the luck in the Lingguan Temple suddenly went out of control......