Chapter Forty-Eight: Bleeding from the Wooden Door!

Feng Wanli held a ten-year peachwood sword in his left hand, and a fragment of a gold and bronze sword in his right hand, his face was full of melancholy and looked very tired.

Ten thousand refining scriptures, you can knead different items together, as for whether the result is good or bad, it is impossible to say.

"Huh!"

With the infusion of spiritual power in the body, twenty spiritual power threads flowed out of the dantian and poured them into the ten-year peach wood sword and the gold and bronze sword fragments respectively.

With the infusion of spiritual power, Feng Wanli could clearly feel a faint feeling of warmth coming from his hands, and the fragments of the golden and bronze sword in his right hand continued to melt and turn into a ball of gold juice.

Ten Thousand Refining True Scripture Smelting Magic Weapon, one main and one auxiliary, at this moment, Feng Wanli took the ten-year peach wood sword as the main body, supplemented by gold and bronze sword fragments, and began to try to smelt a new magic weapon.

Feng Wanli's right hand shook slightly, and the golden juice was directly sprinkled on the ten-year peachwood sword.

"Is it finally going to work?"

Everything went very well, and Feng Wan was overjoyed and couldn't help muttering.

"Crackling!"

Before the words fell, the peachwood sword in Feng Wanli's hand exploded instantly, and the peachwood sword given by the Thousand Crane Dao Commander was destroyed.

Feng Wan's color turned black: "Is this skill fooling people, I have practiced it a hundred times, but I didn't succeed once." ”

It's also funny to say, Feng Wanli used ordinary stone and wood to perform the Ten Thousand Refining True Scripture ninety-nine times before, but he failed, and Feng Wanli pondered that he could always succeed the hundredth time.

"Forget it!"

Under the extreme corruption of the wind, he directly broke the ruined wooden sword, patting the ashes on his body, but in his heart he was thinking about how to flicker from Master Yixiu to a powerful spell.

"Dao Chief! Dao Chief!"

At this moment, a cry suddenly came from outside the house, Feng Wanli's sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he pushed the door out, only to see a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, his face full of tears, looking very sad. ”

"What's going on? ”

Feng Wanli touched his nose, his master and the head of the Thousand Crane Road went out to have something, and now he was the only one in the house.

The middle-aged man cried hysterically, and it was hard to imagine that a big man would cry like this.

"My family of five was brutally killed by ghosts overnight, and the most pitiful thing was my infant son. ”

When the middle-aged man said this, he rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

"Bloody and heart-wrenching. ”

Feng Wan's complexion condensed slightly, and then he bent down and picked him up, turned around and shouted to Master Yixiu next door: "Master!!"

Master Yixiu was teaching Qinqing pharmacological knowledge, listening to the shouts of the wind outside the house, frowning slightly: "Qinqing, you carry it well, I'll go out and have a look." ”

"Master, this is a resident of the town at the foot of the mountain, and his wife and children were killed by a ghost... ”

Speaking of which, Feng Wanli did not continue.

"Come in, I'll show him!" Master Yixiu has profound Dharma and a kind heart.

Master Yixiu's medical skills are exquisite, just a simple pulse, and the injuries of the middle-aged residents are clear: "It's just a blood attack, wait for me to feed him a pair of medicines, and he should be fine." ”

Feng Wanli sighed lightly: "Thinking about it, this is just a symptom but not a cure, the family was harmed by ghosts, and the resentment is difficult to eliminate." ”

"Hill!"

At this moment, the middle-aged resident on the bed suddenly exclaimed, and woke up from his coma, his face was pale, obviously although he was awake, his injuries had not fully recovered.

"Poof!" The middle-aged resident knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing to Master Feng Wanli Yixiu, and knelt down: "Ask Master Dao Chang to go down the mountain and destroy the ghosts!"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing the miserable appearance of the residents, Master Yixiu raised a trace of compassion and comforted: "Since there are ghosts and monsters under the mountain to spare their lives, the poor monks will definitely not turn a blind eye. ”

"Master, do you want to go down the mountain to kill ghosts?"

The Qin Qing in the house was not an idle person, so he rushed out directly and asked Master Yixiu, "Can you take me down the mountain?"

For himself, a naughty disciple, Yixiu Daoist really couldn't control it, and pretended to be angry and said: "Master, I went down the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but not for fun, you stay at home and take care of the house as a girl." ”

"No!" Qin Jing stepped forward and grabbed Master Yixiu's arm, and kept coquettish: "Good master, will you take me to the mountain?"

Feng Wanli glanced at Qinqing, turned to Yixiu Daoist and replied: "The mountains are sparsely populated, and it is not safe to let Qinqing take care of the house alone, why don't we go down the mountain together?"

"Oh?"

Master Yixiu looked at Feng Wanli deeply, and couldn't help asking, "Could it be that you want to go down the mountain too, little brother?"

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and he nodded vigorously: "Cultivators should have subdued demons and eliminated demons, but now they should make a contribution when they encounter powerful ghosts!"

"Nice!

Listening to Feng Wanli's answer, Master Ikkyu was full of praise and said directly to the middle-aged resident: "In order to prevent the ghosts from continuing to do evil, let's set off now." ”

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Chief!"

The middle-aged residents were full of gratitude, leaning on the edge of the bed and kneeling continuously.

Mayflies are like this...

When I arrived at the bottom of the mountain, it was already evening.

"Ten thousand miles!"

Master Yixiu turned around and said to Feng Wanli: "The sky is getting dark, and the ghosts are even more difficult to deal with, please take care of Qinqing more!"

Although he didn't want to agree to this errand in his heart, in order to obtain the alchemy technique from the head of the Yixiu Dao, Feng Wanli replied directly: "Master rest assured, with me, I won't let the ghosts hurt a single hair." ”

"I don't need him to take care of it!"

While speaking, Qin Jing even took out a long whip from the cloth bag on his waist and said with a show: "With the demon whip given by the master, I am not afraid of ghosts." ”

"That's it!"

Without waiting for Master Yixiu to continue to dissuade, the middle-aged villager and the three of them stopped in front of a private house.

"There's no difference to the naked world. ”

Feng Wanli rubbed his eyes, and then secretly drove a spiritual power silk to condense his eyes, and the white light entered his eyes, and the scene in front of him changed dramatically, and layers of strong black evil qi condensed the entire courtyard, and there were wisps of red light shining in it, which was obviously the trace left by the ghost.

"What a grudge!"

Master Yixiu beside him looked shocked, and obviously used unknown means to explore the courtyard.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the house in front of him suddenly opened without wind, and footprints condensed out at the door, and the cold air came to the bone.

Feng Wanli Jian frowned, looking at the scene in front of him, who didn't know that this ghost thing was actually provoking himself and Master Yixiu.

"This ghost is a bit rampant!" Feng Wanli directly took out a ghost exorcism talisman and snorted lightly: "Go!"

The white mangs flashed, and the white mangs condensed by the exorcism talisman instantly slammed into the wooden door in front of them.

A strange scene happened, as the white mangs soaked into the wooden door, blood beads suddenly emerged from the wooden door.