Li Xiuyuan knew that this national teacher named Cihang Pudu, if he was correct from memory, should be a thousand-year-old centipede essence.

And the Tao is higher than the old demon of Montenegro.

If it is estimated in this way, it should be more than 1,000 years of Taoism, and it is estimated that there are about 2,000 years of Taoism, because the Taoism of the old demon of Montenegro is about 1,500 years.

The centipede essence who has been practicing Taoism for two thousand years has cultivated the golden body law phase, and relying on the power of the imperial court, the golden body can never be lower than that Huagu's nine-zhang thousand-handed Guanyin, at least there is a twelve zhang golden body.

If you extrapolate from Hua Gu's Taoism and ability...... This centipede essence can't be defeated by the three gods of Lei Gong in the sky, and maybe they will be killed by this centipede spirit.

Of course, this is not what Li Xiuyuan fears the most, because even if the spirit is high, it can be destroyed, and what he is most afraid of is the identity of this Cihang Pudu.

Be a national teacher.

Having such an identity and status, even if you are not a youkai, is very tricky.

"No matter what the idea of this national teacher is, now he must be false and wronged, it is not the time to turn his face, I haven't done it yet, and I can't cause trouble with this Cihang Pudu for no reason, otherwise there are enemies in the court, and there are enemies between the mountains and fields, and I will be in danger if I am attacked on both sides." Li Xiuyuan said secretly in his heart.

About half an hour later.

Above the sky, several yin winds blew from it, and suddenly fell in front of Li Xiuyuan, condensing into the appearance of a sword-wielding ghost king.

"How is the search, what about the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er?" asked Li Xiuyuan.

The sword-wielding ghost king knelt on the ground, his face full of panic: "Small, the little ghost has not been found, and the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er are not in the nearby mountains and forests." ”

Li Xiuyuan frowned and said: "This is impossible, didn't you say that Ma Dong and Niu Er were killed here? Where people die, their souls will stay, this is common sense, isn't it captured by some spirit, or died in the hands of the two mountain gods of Genyue Shoushan?"

"This, this...... Although the little ghosts did not dare to assert where their souls were, it was certain that the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er had not died. The sword-wielding ghost king said busily.

He knew that Ma Dong and Niu Er were far more important in Li Xiuyuan's heart than himself.

It's just that his own defense is not good, and he can't even find his soul, which makes him feel uneasy.

The majesty of a saint in the world cannot be underestimated.

"You are the king of ghosts, not to mention that you don't have the ability to search for souls and find missing ghosts. Li Xiuyuan stared at him and said.

"Don't dare to hide Childe, the little ghost does have a way to search for ghosts, but Ma Dong and Niu Er are the guards around Childe, and the little ghost can calculate the location of other ghosts, but he can't calculate the location of the guardian soul next to this childe. "The sword-wielding ghost king.

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he remembered what was going on.

People who are close to your own care are also affected by yourself, and it is difficult to determine the direction by a spell such as extrapolation.

"I can't figure it out, there should be other ways to do it. Li Xiuyuan said again.

The sword-wielding ghost king thought for a while, and suddenly said: "There is another way for the little ghost, but the son has to go out in person." ”

"Say it? Li Xiu said from afar.

The sword-wielding ghost king said: "Gongzi can sacrifice a text, summoning the soul, as a saint in the world, writing a sacrificial text to summon the soul, will definitely be able to successfully attract the soul of Ma Dong and Niu Er, and a soul-summoning sacrifice of Qu Yuan in ancient times attracted the soul of the king of Chu." ”

"In that case, find pen and ink for me, and I will write a sacrificial text to summon spirits. Li Xiu said from afar.

The sword-wielding ghost king immediately answered, and soon left, and when he returned, he called pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but the style was old, and there was a filthy smell on it, I don't know if it was found from that mountain tomb.

Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand, and the filthy breath dissipated, and then he sharpened the ink and twisted the pen, and immediately began to write.

In a short time, a piece of soul ritual was splashed with ink.

The sword-wielding ghost king gave birth to a wildfire in the wild, and Li Xiuyuan burned the sacrificial text.

The sacrificial text quickly turned into ashes when it entered the fire, but a puff of green smoke rose from the sacrificial text, moved with the wind, and drifted in all directions.

There is a faint purple air in the green smoke, and the words are condensed, but there are no ghosts and gods who see this green smoke who don't know the content, and in addition, this sacrifice is also with a power to summon the souls of the dead, which can make the souls of the ghosts named in the sacrifice return, even if some of the ghosts are sent by the ghosts, and the city god is arrested, as soon as this sacrifice arrives, the city god ghost must also be released.

Of course, the premise is that this sacrificial text was written by Li Xiuyuan, not by ordinary readers.

If he is an ordinary scholar, no ghost or god will sell his face.

Just when the sacrificial text was written and turned into green smoke and dispersed for a while, there was a warehouse in the downwind dart bureau in the capital.

There were no goods in the room, only two coffins.

The two coffins were ready to be escorted to Guo Beicheng in the south, and the dart master had been arranged, and they would set off as soon as dawn.

However, at this moment, the coffin that was placed on the ground suddenly shook slightly, as if a person was struggling and jumping inside.

Immediately after that, the tightly covered coffin lid was exposed by this shock.

Through the cracks, you can see everything inside the coffin.

"Whew~!"

A dark wind suddenly rose in the room and emerged from the coffin.

At the same time, a yin qi also came out of the coffin next to it.

Two streams of yin qi condensed in the dim room, forming two hazy figures, looking at the figures as two tall and burly men.

However, what is frightening is that these two men did not make a big fuss on their heads, but carried a bull's head and a horse's head on their heads.

"Crunch~!" suddenly the door of the freight room was blown out by the wind.

The two ghosts walked out of the house in a daze, and then followed the green smoke floating from the sky to the outside of the capital.

Because in the minds of these two ghosts, a voice sounded at this moment.

"Ma Dong. Niu Er, the soul returns, go south, meet the water, meet the mountains and turn, stop when you see me, return, return......"

The voice kept urging them.

Before the seven days came, Ma Dong and Niu Er were blinded at the moment, not knowing that they were ghosts or humans, and fell into a state of confusion.

It was only when the seven days were up, and they gradually regained their senses, that they realized that they were dead.

The souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er left the dart game at this moment and walked towards the south blankly.

Passing through several bustling streets and alleys in the capital, even if there are pedestrians passing by, they can't be seen at all.

The body of a ghost is no longer visible to ordinary people.

But in the end, there are still people who have low yang energy and heavy yin energy, and can see ghosts.

A white-faced scholar, at the moment, walked out of a fireworks alley with a drunken sway, he was tired from playing, and was ready to go home to rest.

But when he walked to the road, he felt a cool breeze blowing, which made him shiver, and the wine all over his body seemed to be sobered up a lot.

"Huh, anyone?"

He seemed to see two figures passing by, and couldn't help but glance more.

However, at this glance, he screamed in fright, and instantly sat down on the ground: "Ghost, ghost, there is a ghost." ”

But I saw that the figures of the two men were blurred, as if they were floating and flying, without the slightest weight, and on their necks was a huge head, which was not a human head at all, but the head of a cow and the head of a horse.

What else can such a person be if he is not a ghost?

Ma Dong and Niu Er seemed to hear the voice and subconsciously glanced back.

The white-faced scholar immediately rolled his frightened eyes and fainted directly.

Seeing this, Ma Dong and Niu Er walked forward on their own.

They are very fast, and a night breeze blows and can carry their souls forward.

It didn't take long for their souls to leave the capital and come to the outskirts of the capital, near Wanshou Mountain.

"Childe, it's successful, the souls of Ma Dong and Niu Er have come, you see, it's at the foot of Wanshou Mountain. The sword-wielding ghost king immediately discovered the souls of the two people, and immediately pointed to the road.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Bring the two of them over." ”

He also saw it, but why were the souls of the two men a little different?

"Yes, Childe. The sword-wielding ghost king answered and flew over.