The black fat man is indeed fine, Qingmo has been practicing by his master's side recently, and he can't get out of his body, and he is thinking about a group of relatives and friends in his heart, so he asked him to come out of the mountain and come to Liren Valley to see the situation.

The copper head came from the Kunai Mountain in the northwest, the black fat man set off from the grassland, and happened to meet halfway, and the two did not have a big holiday, but they didn't like each other, and they were both violent people, and they fought without saying a word.

How could Liang Xin and the others let them go out to fight again, the three brothers went into battle together, and they persuaded each other, so that they didn't have to fight.

The black fat sorcerer saw that everyone was safe, and he was going to say goodbye, but he heard that there were female ghosts, impermanence, and monks who 'joined forces' to perform the soul transfer technique, and the sorcerer practiced the Yin Death Ghost Technique, so he was quite interested in this method, so he stayed for a while and left after seeing it.

After a while, the black fat man remembered one more thing, and said to Liang Xin in Chinese with great difficulty: "The matter of the grass, we have to wait a little longer." ”

Liang Xin was stunned: "What kind of grass"

"Prairie dialect, Tuomu, big; Jaw Busu, Grass Barbarian Chinese, Tumu Jaw Busu, Big Grass"

Liang Xin smiled, and then he understood that the 'big grass' in the mouth of the black fat man referred to the Tuomu Jaw Busu in the year of heaven and earth.

Liu Yi also muttered and laughed: "The old man's Han name is Dacao, which doesn't sound very majestic. ”

Tuomu's memory was sealed by the sorcerer by means of 'hypnosis', and the technique was really clever, according to the estimation of the Great Witch, it should be the means of his senior sister Naren Toya.

And Naren Toya has long since disappeared, and even the Great Witch does not know her whereabouts, so it is not too easy to unlock the memory seal of 'Dacao'.

Waiting until now, the little living Buddha finally ran out of patience, and walked straight to Liang Xin without saying hello, stretched out his big hand and patted his straw belly, and then there was a demon wind in the 'bang', and he changed back to the demon body from the Buddha statue, and at the same time there were two more people around him. Needless to say, the other is a ghost Taoist priest with blue skin and black bulging fangs.

The little living Buddha was entrusted by Qu Qingshi to capture the ghost Taoist, and he lived up to his expectations and captured him alive.

Liang Xin was overjoyed when he saw it. Although he has changed into a ghost, his appearance is also hideous and terrifying, but the appearance of his eyes and eyebrows is still vaguely recognizable, and it is clearly the old mulberry road that drilled into the dead wood well in the battle of Qianshan.

When he found Mulberry, he waited until he found the location of the dead wood well

After the ghost Taoist priest was released, his expression was unusually wooden, he looked around carefully, and finally stopped his gaze on Liang Xin's face, tilted his head thoughtfully, and seemed to feel that Liang Xin was a little familiar.

Liang Xin took two steps and asked tentatively, "Sangpi, do you remember ......?"

As soon as he exited, the face of the ghost Taoist priest showed a poignant and irritable, and a hiss erupted from his mouth, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he raised his ghost claws and grabbed Liang Xin's chest fiercely, digging his heart

Although the ghost Taoist moved quickly, but in this small realm, the most worthless is the master of the sect, how can he be allowed to be presumptuous, everyone in the shouting, only Qu Qingshi did not pounce, but the ink sword was horizontal, and the old bat master and apprentice who had cultivated to the worst were firmly protected.

With a muffled sound, Han Zi Eleven grinned and smiled at Liang Xin, before the others rushed up, Han Zi took the lead first, of course, it was still the old way, and he nailed the ghost Taoist priest directly into the dirt with a hard palm, and the bun was flush with the ground, and if he didn't look carefully, he didn't know that he had just gone down.

The little living Buddha let go of his voice, laughed like thunder, and winked at Liang Xin: "Are you scared?"

When the little living Buddha caught the ghost Taoist, he already knew that Sang Pi had already entered the brain, Qingming was annihilated, and completely became a monster who only knew bloodthirsty killing, but the demon was stubborn, and he didn't tell Liang Xin directly when he knew this, he had to scare his friends before he was satisfied.

Liang Xin coughed, shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't take the little living Buddha's nonsense jokes seriously, but the current situation of the ghost Taoist priest really made people unhappy, Qingming is no longer there, what's the use of catching him back

There are a lot of experts in the crowd present, and they also know a lot about the way of mourning ghosts, generally speaking, the mourning is terrible and murderous, but most of them will also retain their sanity, such as the old uncle and the first seven, they are all ghosts, but there is not much difference between action and thinking and ordinary people.

However, Sangpi is not among them, he can become a ghost is not obsessed with sharp piercing the way of heaven, but relying on the evil energy in the dead wood well to nourish, after death, turn into a corpse, and then turn from a corpse to a ghost, if it is an ordinary person or a low-level monk, after waking up, it will be an ignorant evil corpse.

Mulberry is a nine-step grandmaster, and after waking up, he still retains some living thoughts, but the evil qi will gradually erode the soul of the yuan, and after not lasting long, the last bit of clarity in his heart is also completely contaminated by the anger, and there is no sanity at all.

In fact, strictly speaking, Mulberry cannot be regarded as a ghost, but can only be regarded as a zombie, evil monster and other yin monsters.

The current Sangpi doesn't recognize people, let alone understand people's words, and even has no thinking at all, so naturally he can't say anything again. In this regard, even the black fat sorcerer who cultivates the funeral art has no choice.

I'm afraid the only value of the ghost Taoist is to send it to the little eyes to feed the floating slaughter.

However, the big ghost of Futu doesn't seem to like to eat small ghosts very much.

When everyone was at a loss, Tian Yan smiled and said to Chang Chun: "Lord Changchun, thank you, get this mourning thing out, I want to see it." ”

Before his death, Sang Pi was a nine-step intermediate level, and after turning into a ghost Taoist, his cultivation was slammed again, and even if he cultivated for two hundred years in his small eyes, he was still not sure that he could control the other party.

Chang Chun smiled: "What's polite, this matter is so neat" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the ghost Taoist priest who had already fainted, slapped him a few times casually, blessed the prohibition, and firmly restrained the other party.

Only then did Tian Yan step forward, stretch out a finger to firmly hold the center of the ghost Taoist's eyebrows, and explore it intently.

At this time, Song's sleeve robe slowly woke up, Dongli was overjoyed, according to the old bat's instructions in advance, drank the liquor and poured him pills, followed without saying a word, dug a three-foot pit nearby, picked up Song's sleeve robe and sent it to the pit.

Song Sleeve was puzzled, and asked with a stiff neck: "Isn't it necessary to die, why do you still have to bury it?"

Mr. Dongli was in a good mood and said with a smile: "It's just that you are not dead, so you have to bury it quickly."

Liang Laosan felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't care about the ghost Taoist priest for the time being, and followed Xuan Baojiong to dig pits and fill the land together, while the old bat didn't say a word, frowned slightly thoughtfully, and sometimes raised his eyes to look at the Song sleeve robe......

After burying Song Dwarf alive, Tian Huanxiao also withdrew his fingers, turned his head to look at Liang Xin, and his expression was slightly hesitant: "This ghost Taoist priest is not saved, but he arranges the formation according to the secret method of the Immortal Sect, which can take away his Yin Mourning Cultivation, and when the formation is exerted, the disciples in the formation will invade each other with the Yuan Shen, and maybe they can dig out some useful memories, but how much can be dug up, it is really difficult to say." ”

Qu Qingshi on the side suddenly laughed, this method of the Immortal Sect, he had seen it as early as when he was in Baitou Mountain.

"However," Tian Xiaoxiao suddenly changed his words: "There is a trouble in this matter, to set up a formation, I need to find four rare life patterns......

Speaking of this, even Liang Xin laughed and said: "Rizhao Thunder Gate, Pearl goes to sea, and Yingxing enters the ...... Where are you going?"

Although he only said two half-life figures, it was enough to laugh and be taken aback, and asked in a lost voice: "How do you know?"

The matter of Baektu Mountain has not been talked about by Tian Xiaoxiao, and he is not surprised but strange.

Liang Xin said a few words, and said a little about the matter of Baitou Mountain, and Tian Yan was relieved to laugh, and said with a smile: "That's good, Xianzi explained it once last time, so I don't have to be verbose." ”

Qu Qingshi also nodded and said: "No need to explain, please go to the West Barbarian first, select the appropriate disciples to help set up the formation, as for the four kinds of life to take blood, there is no need to look for it again, there is a ready-made one under the Monkey Valley of Kunai Mountain." ”

The four kinds of mortals are rare, and they need to be found among the monks, and this is nothing in normal times, but there has just been a tough battle between good and evil, and the entire cultivation of the true path is rumoring at the moment, and a small conflict may cause a thunderstorm to hit the earth, and it is really not suitable to renew the incident now; And the disciples of the Evil Dao are all in the Western Barbarian Land, and most of them have already settled to heal their wounds, and if they want to take blood, it will definitely interrupt and delay their recovery. As a result, Tian Xiaoxiao felt that it was a trouble to find his life, but he didn't expect it to be solved without any effort.

Qu Qingshi thought about it one more step, pointed at Sang Pi, and continued to smile at the sky: "As for his cultivation, it's up to you and the strings." ”

Unexpectedly, Tian Yan smiled but shook his head: "I don't want it, try it when you set up the formation, and try to give it to the strings." ”

Tian Huanxiao knows the way to advance and retreat, he is a general after the defeat of the army, he knows that his status is far inferior to Xianzi, according to his evil thoughts, the higher his cultivation, the greater the threat to Xianzi, if it really attracts the other party's revenge, the other party has Qu Qingshi, Liang Xin, a group of big masters to support, he only has a dead end, let go of cultivation, in fact, it is to give up his status, just change peace; And in the mind of this ghost Taoist, I am afraid that there is a major secret hidden, and Tian Huanxiao does not dare to ask or want to ask, preferring to stay out of the matter.

Qu Qingshi understood his thoughts, and nodded with a smile at Tianxi: "You are very good." ”

Liang Xin heard it in a fog, if it weren't for the things around him, he would have to ask the second brother: How good is it to laugh in the sky

Tian Xiao didn't stop, so he set off to the land of the West Barbarians to select helpers to prepare for the formation. It's a pity that the silver robe howled and died in the Mid-Autumn Festival, otherwise with the two gold and silver boys, they would be able to set up a big array.

The ghost Taoist priest was placed several layers of prohibitions by Qu Qingshi and temporarily imprisoned in the Valley of Liren.

Things were dealt with one by one, and after Tian Xiaoxiao left, there was only the matter of the fire civet rat and the nine hundred monks left. The fire civet rat was shrewd and shrewd, and said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry here, just talk about it in the end." ”

Liang Xin smiled, didn't say anything polite, was led by the disciples of Liren Valley, and hurried to the small realm where the nine hundred monks were.

When Hanzi saw the Dongli sleeve robe at first glance, although he didn't say anything in his mouth, he was really worried in his heart, so he stayed in front of the 'grave' of the Song sleeve robe, and didn't go anywhere, and the little living Buddha naturally stayed with him.

As for Chang Chun, he had the same idea as Tian Huanxiao, unless necessary, he tried to get involved in the affairs of Liang Xin and others as little as possible, and casually made an excuse to stay where he was and didn't follow him.

The small realm where the nine hundred monks are located is the most tranquil place in the Valley of Liren, not only that, but after the arrival of the first seven, Qin Xiao also deliberately cast a spell and laid out an enchantment, completely isolating it from the outside world

Nine hundred monks were in the center, black and white impermanence lined up on the left and right, and the three of them sat side by side in a row, all with their eyes closed and expressionless.

The people of Middle-earth grow their hair all year round, and at this moment, the black and white impermanence takes off their hats and hairpins, and allows their long hair to be scattered over their shoulders.

The female ghost head seven was quietly suspended seven feet above the heads of the three people, with her arms clasped to her chest.

When he saw Liang Xin and the others enter the small realm, Touqi was a little surprised, obviously he didn't expect that it was not the big sacrificial wine, but Liang Modao, who had a relationship with each other in the past.

Liang Xin smiled kindly, and gave a serious junior salute to the first seven people, and he counted the seniority from the uncle's side.

The first seven hurriedly returned the salute, the temperament of the female ghost and the big sacrificial wine are quite similar, but the temperament between the two is very different, the big sacrificial wine is easy-going and funny, but between gestures, grace is far greater than calm; And the first seven are more gentle and virtuous.

During this time, the first seven have been carrying out the matter of the monk's soul transfer, but the nine hundred monks practiced evil arts 'before their deaths', and the original spirit is not so easy to be moved, so the first seven failed to succeed in casting the spell several times, and it was not until Liang Xin and others entered the valley that she made a breakthrough, and then stopped the spell and called someone to invite the big sacrificial wine to come over.

After a few polite words, the first seven hands were ready to cast a spell, and at this time, the black fat wizard suddenly spoke: "Work hard, hurt your yin body"

Touqi was indeed forcibly exercising her skills, even if she got along well on the official road for the first time, Touqi was afraid of this group of great grandmasters who asked her to help. And the more polite Qin Xiao and the others were, the more she didn't dare to slack off, she was afraid of provoking this group of powerful people to be impatient, and she had been trying her best to perform tricks.

The black fat man pondered for a moment, and found a small clump of dry and pickled hair from his sleeve, and a discerning person could see at a glance that it was a dead man's hair.

As soon as this 'hair' came out, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the small realm, and the howl of ghosts and wolves could be faintly heard

"Coffin Qingsi, use me to help you with soul fishing" As he spoke, the black-robed wizard raised his hand, and the dead man's hair seemed to be alive, unfolding layer by layer, growing longer and longer.

The ability of 'Soul Shifting Ghost Technique' is a skill that ghosts get when they break through the four-step cultivation, and it can almost be regarded as their instinct, and the fat wizard also cultivates the ghost path and cultivates far beyond the first seven, but he doesn't know this spell, so he can't do it on his behalf.

However, this 'coffin green silk' is a mourning magic weapon, and the fat wizard can rely on it to loosen the soul of the nine hundred monks.

Before Liang Xin and the others came, the first seven times they failed to perform the spell, because the Yuan Soul of the nine hundred monks was extremely stable in the body, and it was difficult to remove it; Now that there is a black fat man who first loosens it with the 'coffin green silk', and then moves it from the first seven, it will be much easier to cast the spell.

The dead man's hair had stretched out, a total of seven green threads, one end of which was attached to the sorcerer's hand, and the other end was swimming and winding, stretching towards the nine hundred monks.

The black fat wizard's expression also became nervous, his lips hummed slightly, he chanted the mantra in a low voice, his eyes were firmly fixed on the end of the 'coffin green silk', and he adjusted the mantra from time to time...... And the sound of ghosts crying and wailing in the small realm is getting thicker and thicker

With a small effort, the 'coffin green silk' swam to a foot in front of the nine hundred monks, and as the black fat man shouted 'go', the green silk suddenly sped up, and a black floating light swayed, and the ends of the seven hairs all pierced into the monk's seven orifices.

Almost at the same time, the howls of the ghosts and wolves in the small territory also changed their tone abruptly, from a miserable wail to a contented murmur and chewing.

Coffin green silk, fishing for the soul

The female ghost head seven knew that her time to cast the spell had come, and suddenly let out a sharp and long howl from her mouth, and her body turned from mid-air, from the previous upright levitation, to the upside down on her head and feet, and her long hair was also scattered from this, and the roots were like sharp needles, and they all pierced into the top of the nine hundred monks

In the blink of an eye, the female ghost and the monk went up and down, the top of their heads collided, and the female ghost's long hair was all submerged into the monk's skull, but there was no blood and brain spillage.

Liu Yi only felt that there was only a cool air all over his body, and he was shocked and puzzled, and muttered in a low voice: "This doesn't directly stab people to death."

The old bat glared at him sideways, and sneered in a low voice: "Creation is magical, people are the primates of all things, and the body structure is particularly fine, from the limbs and five organs to the nails and pores, but the hair seems to be useless." ”

Liu Yi pondered carefully, and sure enough, this is the truth, as far as the human body is concerned, hair is simply a burden, if it is said to protect the head, the human skull is the hardest, so why do you need hair to 'help'.

The soul transfer ghost technique was about to take shape, and the old bat didn't bother to explain it in detail, so he simply said: "Fa Tong Soul, the first seven are not piercing people with hair, but paving the way with green silk to attract the soul of the monk."

As she spoke, the female ghost Touqi moved again, her hands were divided, and in the black and white impermanence, the long hair of Zhuang and Song rushed straight up, messily entangled Touqi's wrists, and then, the three of them trembled like chaff at the same time.

The scene is very terrifying, the seven coffins of green silk, the first end of which shakes endlessly in the hands of the sorcerer, and the end of which drills into the monk's seven orifices, the green silk trembles endlessly, driving the monk's face to beat endlessly, as if squeezing eyebrows at everyone; The female ghost hung upside down, her arms were wide open, and her long hair was pierced directly into the top of the monk's head; And the hair of Zhuang and Song wrapped around Tou Qi's hands respectively...... The postures of several people are incredible, and everyone uses hair as a medium, connecting as a whole.

The face of the nine hundred monks also showed some pain, and the head, which had not moved for decades, began to turn and sway with great effort, as if trying to break free from something.

After another moment, Touqi, Zhuang Buzhou, and Song Gongjin opened their mouths in trembling at the same time, and after taking a full breath, they shouted one after another:

"Please," the first seven voices were poignant.

"Please" Zhuang did not stop drinking like thunder.

"Please," Song Gong seemed to cry.

Please, please, please

Under the three strange roars, there was a sudden silence in the small realm, and there was no longer the slightest sound......

The posture of the first seven remained unchanged, slowly opened his eyes, and said to Liang Xin hoarsely: "It's done, the monk's soul has been invited into the body of the two gentlemen Zhuang and Song, what do you have to ask, you can speak." ”

Although black and white impermanence is a living corpse, it can be cultivated to be low, for fear that the power of one person will not be able to withstand the power of the monk's soul, so the two brothers entered the battle at the same time in order to share the pressure, and the monk's soul will also use the body of the first seven as a bridge to travel back and forth between the two impermanences.

Liang Xin nodded, he didn't care about being polite to the female ghost for the time being, and was about to ask, but at this moment, the black fat wizard's forehead was bruised, and he shouted warning: "Be careful, there is another one"

As soon as the words fell, the nine hundred monks opened their eyes violently, and a loud laugh came out of their mouths......

What's especially wrong is that the Nine Hundred Monk was already blind and deaf long before he was arrested, but at this moment he laughed loudly, his eyes were bright, and he looked completely healthy.

Immediately, the black fat man screamed loudly, opened his mouth and spurted out a puddle of blood, and his body fell to the ground softly

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