When Song Qiu and Erlang God walked to the top of Qingcheng Mountain, Monk Daozhen was looking at the sparse Lin Ying, and the ghost who longed for him outside Lin Ying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Most of the ghosts in the world are too weak to be seen by ordinary people, and this is the case with newly dead souls. Only a soul that is strong enough to a certain extent can be seen by the world, for example, Li Yongnian and the Japanese ghost that Song Qiu once met, they were all because they stayed in the world for too long, and they were naturally strengthened, so that ordinary people like Li Zhushi and Meng Ziqing could see it.

Monk Daozhen's eyes were as bright as starlight, and his eyes reflected ghostly blue soul fire flowers.

At this time, the moon was already in the middle of the day, and the Jinguan Academy was empty, and most of the students had already gone back to the dormitory to rest.

Occasionally, a student who passed by late was wrapped in his clothes tightly, muttering, "It's so cold", and walked briskly towards the dormitory, not expecting that outside the school gate, there were full of ghosts.

The bowl of the Daozhen monk glowed faintly, and if an immortal cultivator passed by, he could see a pale golden shroud that enveloped the entire Jinguan Academy from the bowl, blocking all the ghosts from outside the school.

The ghosts rushed desperately towards the campus, and as soon as they came into contact with the pale golden protective shield, the ghosts' bodies would burn with green smoke, like a scarecrow ignited by flames.

The spirits with pale golden flames on their bodies struggled desperately in pain, but even when their souls were about to be gone, they used all their strength to send a final blow towards the protective shield, as if there was a temptation from the deepest part of their souls in the protective shield.

Frowning, Monk Daozhen looked at the endless and growing number of ghosts outside the protective cover, looking worried.

Why didn't the ghosts decrease, but more and more? Could it be that Zhang Tianshi's seal was really broken back then? What happened on Qingcheng Mountain?

The questions in his heart could not be answered, and the Daozhen monk could only look at his nose and nose, calm down, bow his head and continue to chant the Buddha's name, and surpass these souls from thousands of years ago.

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Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die?

Erlang God tilted his head and looked at the black-robed man.

It's been many, many years since anyone has spoken to him like that.

"Those who used to talk to me like that ended up miserable. Jirojin struggled to remember those who had said these words to his face.

The black-robed man suddenly sneered, "Yang Jian, do you really think you are the Erlang God?"

It turned out that he had been hiding in a corner of the square from the beginning, and he heard what Song Qiu and Erlang God said clearly.

However, what he didn't expect was that the person in front of him was really Erlang God.

A faint smile that was imperceptible bloomed at the corner of his lips, and Erlang Shen's punch smashed down like a meteor, directly smashing into the black-robed man.

He's not good at talking, he's only good at doing.

So there was no too much pleasantries, and it was a punch in the head.

The black-robed man had already been prepared, he had already suffered a loss, this time he was extremely cautious, while his body swayed, he fled to the side, and on the other hand, he swaggered with both hands, summoning two evil ghosts from the ground, screaming and facing Erlang God.

With a loud bang, the two evil ghosts were crushed into powder like chalk under the wheels, and their souls were scattered, and Erlang God's fist did not stop, and a punch directly hit the tall mountain gate made of white jade.

The thousand-year-old stone pillar of the mountain gate resounded with a crackling and crisp cracking sound from the fist of Erlang God, cracking countless cracks, like broken dry branches, breaking and collapsing.

When the Qingcheng faction saw this situation, they were shocked and angry.

Qingxiazi's eyes were cracked, her face was pale, her eyes were spurting with anger, and she said coldly: "Do you know what the price will be paid for destroying my mountain gate?"

Erlang God retracted his fists, turned to look at Qingxiazi and said, "It's just a group of local chickens and dogs, what are you talking about here?"

"Good. Qingxia nodded and said in a cold voice.

Song Qiu noticed that although the faces of the Qingcheng faction were ugly, there was no panic or confusion in them, but they seemed to be in their chests, and the black-robed man looked at them playfully, as if he was looking at two prey that had entered the trap.

A sense of foreboding arose in his heart, and he was about to remind Erlang God, when suddenly the bluestone slab under his feet shook his eyes in white flowers.

These bluestone slabs, which are exactly the same as the stone stairs of the mountain road, suddenly turned into dazzling mirrors.

Looking at the mirror on the ground, Qingxiazi's face showed a smug sneer.

This is Qingcheng, this is his home stadium, and here, he never thinks of the word "lose".

Because there are 2,000 years of accumulation of the Qingcheng faction.

The mirrors rose from the ground one after another, and in an instant, they surrounded Song Qiu, Erlang God, Roaring Sky Dog, and Red Panda Fat Eat.

"It's a formation. Erlang God looked seriously at the bright mirrors around him.

Song Qiu took out the whip and slammed it the mirror on the wall.

When he was stunned, Song Qiu's mouth was numb by the aftermath of the shock, but the mirror was unharmed.

"It's useless. Erlang God said: "Although these seem to be ordinary mirrors, they are actually the mountain protection array built by the Qingcheng faction by borrowing a mountain of luck. If you can't find the key nodes of the formation and break them one by one, it is absolutely impossible to break the formation and get out. ”

In the sky, the cyan moonlight hit the back of the mirror, condensing into tiny points of light. These points of light penetrated the mirror and hit Song Qiu's skin, giving rise to a burning sensation.

"If you can't break this formation, I don't care about the Howling Sky Dog, but you and the red panda will be burned and melted. Jirojin explained.

Only then did Song Qiu know that moonlight could also kill people.

"Isn't it possible to cast an immortal spell in this situation?" Song Qiu asked, holding the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

The voice of the Roaring Sky Dog sounded in Song Qiu's mind: "Boy, don't count on it. The Jade Emperor and the Buddha explicitly ordered the immortals in the heavenly realm to not be able to use immortal power in the mortal world, especially after reiterating this decree fifty years ago and establishing it as the first commandment, no immortal dared to disobey it. If you look at the taboo of all the immortals in the Heavenly Realm now, you should know how strict this Heavenly Rule and Precept is. No immortal dared to offend the first precept jointly issued by the Jade Emperor and the Buddha, and even the lawless battle to defeat the Buddha Sun Dasheng did not dare. ”

Glancing at Erlang God, Song Qiu understood that what the Roaring Sky Dog said was true.

No longer counting on Erlang God and the Roaring Sky Dog, Song Qiu poured all his power into the Whip and swung it out again.

There is not even a trace left on the mirror.

Song Qiu's expression was slightly confused, looking at the mirror reflecting him, not knowing what else to do.