Yin Fan raised his eyebrows, looked the Dingjie Book up and down, and stood up all the hairs on his body.

Ding Jieshu was startled, took a step back and looked at him vigilantly, and said, "Fellow Daoist, aren't you willing to give me two hundred true yuan stones?"

Yin Fan said lightly: "One hundred." ”

Dingjieshu's eyes widened, and the small abacus threw it on the back basket and said, "Deal!"

Yin Fan handed it to the Dingjie Book, and the Dingjie Book counted for a while against the gusts of gloomy wind, and after a shudder, he approached Yin Fan and whispered:

"The origin of the Yin Evil Ghost Temple originated from the True Emperor Ji before the Kyushu Period, and I don't know in which year, a temple host offended an Onmyoji. The Onmyoji held a grudge, tortured a nest of monks in a temple to death, and when he was dying, he was controlled by the Onmyoji and lay in the coffin to do his own funeral, reciting the mantra of death. But when the monk died, the onmyoji detained the soul again, and at the same time extracted the monk's blood to make a blood clot, so that the monk's own soul could eat a piece of his own blood every day for seven consecutive days. After coming and going, these monks died and turned into ghosts, and the original monk's temple was also called the Yin Evil Ghost Temple. ”

There was a gust of wind blowing around, and the surrounding spirit flags were spreading in the wind. Blood-red clouds covered the sky, reflecting the blood-red color of the place.

"Is this the end?" Yin Fan swallowed his saliva and rubbed the goosebumps on his body.

Dingjieshu was stunned for a moment, and said honestly: "It's over." ”

Yin Fan glared and asked, "How can it be broken?"

Ding Jieshu didn't say a word, he immediately took out a small abacus and fiddled with it, and said happily: "If you break this Yin Evil Ghost Temple, the minimum fee is 1,500 true yuan stones...... Alas, fellow Daoist, if you have something to say, don't go. ”

Yin Fan is too lazy to be the person inside the skull who has lost money, and it is the time robbery meeting at night today, and he must solve the matter of the Yin Evil Ghost Temple before this.

He walked up to the coffin that appeared first, took a look at it, and without hesitation, raised his foot and kicked it on the lid.

Dingjie Books followed behind him and muttered nonsense such as reasonable prices and never being fooled, and suddenly saw Yin Fan kicking the lid of the coffin, his face turned white with fright, and he exclaimed: "No!"

It's a pity that he was a step too late, Yin Fan's foot used Zhenyuan, and the coffin lid was kicked away with a bang.

Countless faces rose into the sky with sharp screams, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I, my ancestor, alas, you have to give five thousand True Yuan Stones to help you get it. ”

Ding Jieshu looked at the person in front of him, and almost knelt down for him with a weak leg. He didn't expect that this young man's cultivation was not very good, and he was so bold that he was going to die.

Yin Fan was also taken aback by the scene just now, he took a step back, turned around and asked the Ding Jieshu: "What was that just now?"

Ding Jieshu's face was as white as a piece of paper, and he glared at him and said, "All of them are people who were killed by the Yin Evil Ghost Temple, and they don't know how long they have been locked up, do you want to die sooner when you release them all?"

Suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the wooden fish in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, "knock, knock, knock" kept knocking, and soon the sound of the monk chanting scriptures sounded again.

Yin Fan and Ding Jieshu looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall at the same time, and the hall was filled with monks at some point, all sitting on the futon with their heads bowed and their hands folded.

Ding Jieshu glanced at it and turned around and ran, far away from the Daxiong Treasure Hall and more than 20 meters later, he took out a stack of rune paper from the back basket and threw it all over the sky, took out a peachwood sword and stood on his chest to read the words, and his eyes were open.

The rune papers scattered around the body of the Dingjie book immediately burst into flames, swaying from east to west, like a ghost fire.

He stood in the middle of this fire, proudly put away the peachwood sword, and said lightly: "This fellow Daoist, I was not 'opened', and those ghost monks couldn't help me for a while. Well, just ask for your own blessings. After speaking, he hugged his arms and closed his eyes.

Yin Fan was shocked in his heart, feeling that he had met a master. The surroundings were getting colder and colder, as if there were countless ghosts standing next to him that they couldn't see, blowing next to their ears, Yin Fan couldn't calm down a little.

He immediately took out the bag and counted the True Yuan Stones inside, and saw that there were only four thousand, and when he was hesitating to shout a price to eliminate wealth and avoid disasters, he saw Ding Jieshu staring at him with big eyes.

Yin Fan was strange, turned sideways and looked back, his head buzzed, and he almost jumped up from the ground.

He turned his face and saw an old man, both of his eyes falling out, and the skin of his whole body was falling little by little like mud.

Rao is Yin Fan cultivated to a high level, and when he saw this thing, his heart also jumped, and he jumped backwards into the air, and the fire sword turned into a white flame of light and swept towards the old man.

Hearing only a terrible wail, the old man soon writhed in the flames and turned into ashes.

"This, this, this is the Flame of Light, which is called the Flame of Light?" Ding Jie looked at it blankly, and it took a long time to react, and he looked at Yin Fan in surprise.

Yin Fan took a breath, his eyes flickered, and a green aura appeared between his eyebrows, and he withdrew his sword from the fire without thinking about rushing directly into the monks who were chanting scriptures in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

He didn't believe that if he returned to the ruin realm to cultivate, he would still be trapped by such a small broken temple!

The Lihuo Sword turned into white flames and rushed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and under the full urging of Yin Fan's True Yuan, it cracked with a bang, and countless sparks turned into rays of light and shot towards the monks around the main hall.

The Dingjie Book in the distance was completely dumbfounded, and muttered to himself: "After so many years of traveling from south to north, it's the first time I've seen such an awesome Spirit Mirror cultivator. ”

But Yin Fan was not as relaxed as he imagined. After the fire burst out, the Daxiong Treasure Hall burst into flames, and the monks sitting on the futon stopped chanting the scriptures.

Then the next moment, all the monks turned their heads to look at Yin Fan in unison.

Seeing these monks, Yin Fan took a step back in fright. The monk had his eyes gouged out, his nose gouged out, and two of his lips cut off, leaving only two rows of sharp teeth.

"It's not good! it's a bloodthirsty demon monk!" Ding Jieshu roared in horror, no longer daring to hang the lantern high like he didn't care about himself, took out a stack of rune paper from the back basket and scattered it all over the sky, stepped on the peach wood sword and took off to Yin Fan, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Come up!"

Yin Fan is still a certain wary of this person, after all, when this place is weird, this person also appears. But thinking that there might not be any other way at this time, he stretched out his hand and flipped onto the peachwood sword of the Dingjie Book.

Dingjieshu pointed to the paper talisman and shouted: "Ten thousand talismans sound in unison!"

All the paper symbols spontaneously combusted at once, and the burned area was red. The Dingjie Scholar pressed down hard, and the flaming paper talisman scattered and shot to the ground, blasting in all directions like a thunderbolt.

At this time, the surrounding spirit flags and buildings were blown to pieces, and only a statue of Guanyin and the Daxiong Treasure Hall were unharmed.

Even so, the Daxiong Treasure Hall is also surrounded by tongues of fire at this moment, and it is not surprising that the flames will soon spread to the outside.

There was a strong wind blowing around, and it suddenly began to rain in the sky. Yin Fan stretched out his hand to take it and found that it was all blood.

Dingjieshu exclaimed: "It's not good, we're making too much trouble, the old ghost is coming out, look!"

Yin Fan followed the prestige, and in the raging fire of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a three-person tall blood monk crawled out of the door, twisted his head and looked at this side.

This blood monk was wearing a robe that had changed countries for hundreds of years, his body was full of carrion, and his face had no nose, eyes, or lips, but he looked at Yin Fan and Ding Jieshu with a sinister smile on their faces.

Yin Fan and Ding Jieshu felt a chill at the same time.

Yin Fan didn't make any moves, so he heard Dingjieshu roar: "I'll go to your grandma's, I haven't eaten well for a few days, and you still come to disgust me?"

Dingjieshu took his back basket in his hand and poured it up, and countless drawn paper talismans flew up all over the sky. He gestured strange back and forth on his chest, pointed to the sky and shouted: "A hundred ghosts open the way, ten thousand thunders come out!"

The burning paper talismans rose into the sky together, densely arranged into a single character.

The blood monk suddenly stepped into the air, and countless white translucent ghosts appeared around him, old and young, men and women, all of them flew over with the blood monk with their teeth and claws.

Yin Fan also came back to his senses from the initial strange situation at this time, and found that these monsters were not very strong for him. With the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Seal against them, they probably won't be able to resist it.

However, when he read that the path of this Dingjie book was unclear, he didn't dare to expose it easily, and silently watched the passionate ghost removal of the Dingjie book. However, seeing that the blood monk and the overwhelming ghosts were getting closer and closer, the Dingjieshu had not yet reacted, and hurriedly asked:

"Are your spells good?"

"You don't spend money hugging your thighs, what's the hurry?" Ding Jieshu rolled his eyes, pointed his hand downward and shouted, "Kaixuan!"

The sound of a loud bang came from above his head, which shook Yin Fan's whole body, and even his ears were a little uncomfortable.

The blue thunder tore through the space, aiming at the blood monk and the hundred ghosts crackling.

The black smoke immediately occupied the entire space, and the pungent smell of the burnt corpse came, and Ding Jieshu and Yin Fan couldn't stand the smell a little, and they held their breath at the same time.

Before the two of them thought it was over, the Blood Monk flew out of the black smoke, his lips cracked open to the base of his ears, and eleven bloody heads burst out of his bloody mouth and bit at the two of them.

The sharp teeth and blood-red eyes all show the ferocity of these eleven heads.

The Dingjie Book had just used up one of his special moves, and while Zhen Yuan's successor was weak, he also lacked the corresponding props - he didn't expect that the Blood Monk was fierce enough to resist the thunder he had summoned.

Seeing the eleven heads approaching closer and closer, the Dingjieshu immediately urged the peachwood sword to rise into the air and flee. The Blood Monk found out that he was about to flee and ordered a head to approach and bite the Peachwood Sword first.

Dingjieshu's face turned white with fright, and he watched the head getting closer and closer, and there was nothing he could do. Yin Fan discovered the embarrassment of the Dingjie Book, it was already a dangerous moment at this moment, and he was not going to hide it privately.

Yin Fan raised the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Seal in his hand, and a blue-purple thunderbolt shot out of the ring, quickly hitting ten nearby heads, directly knocking them into ashes.

Ding Jieshu was stunned, and before he could understand what was going on, Yin Fan jumped up from the peachwood sword and approached the blood monk by stepping on the long neck that bit the peachwood sword's head.

The blood monk found it strange, took back the only remaining head, and stretched out his thick arm to grab Yin Fan.

Yin Fan snorted coldly, and at the moment when the blood monk retracted his head, he rose into the air, wrapped the blood monk's arm around it through the blood talisman, and flew towards the blood monk while summoning the Xuantian sword shadow.

The Blood Monk had no means available, and it let out an ugly roar, splitting open to the base of its ears and revealing its sharp triangular teeth, biting at Yin Fan.

"Die!" Yin Fan opened his eyes wide and gathered all the true elements on his body to the Xuantian Sword Shadow.

The Xuantian Sword Shadow had obtained sufficient True Yuan, stretching from the original one meter to three meters.

Yin Fan's dexterous body dodged the blood monk's clumsy bite, and the Xuantian sword shadow was inserted on the blood monk's forehead. His body landed on the blood monk's forehead, and while he struggled to let out a strong scream, he dragged the Xuantian Sword Shadow from his head, neck, and back in turn.

The three-meter-long Xuantian Sword Shadow pierced the body of the Blood Monk and slashed in two under Yin Fan's stroke.

Yin Fan landed with his back to the Blood Monk, put away the Xuantian Sword Shadow, summoned the Fire Sword and flew out, turning into pure white flames in the air and falling vertically towards the crack in the middle of the Blood Monk's body.

The detachment fire, known as the flame of light, quickly burned in the blood monk's body, blooming with a dazzling white light.

A bright flame burst into the sky, forming a shockwave that swept away the surrounding black fog and the remaining ghosts.

Dingjieshu stood on the peachwood sword and looked down in amazement.

Behind the blood monk whose whole body was covered by the soaring white flames, Yin Fan turned around and raised his head, his eyes hidden behind the golden glittering mask staring at the Dingjie Book.

Shrouded by the sight that suddenly became fearless, the Dingjie Book shuddered for no reason.

Such a person, how could he only have the cultivation of the manifestation mirror. At this moment, the Dingjie Book, Lingguang's head quickly thought of this fact.

Yin Fan looked at the Dingjie Book, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth. This kid, just now, was showing off to him, getting rid of such a yin and evil ghost temple, and he had to collect more than a thousand True Yuan Stones.

However, in his opinion, the hands that Dingjie Shushi showed were not trivial. Especially for the latter move, if it weren't for the hundreds of fierce ghosts who blocked countless thunders for the blood monk, the blood monk would definitely not be able to bear it in this thunder.

His ability to control thunder is so strong, could it be that he is a member of the Cloud Thunder Sect, one of the major factions? Yin Fan couldn't help but think in his heart.

Yin Fan used his hand to fan the white fire burning on the blood monk, and a shock wave appeared on the blood monk's body again, and the blood monk's body was also withdrawn by Yin Fan with the fire sword, and disappeared without a trace.

The strength of the fire has burned the body of the blood monk to ashes.

There was a loud bang, and the Daxiong Treasure Hall collapsed under the continuous erosion of the flames. The monks who sat in the main hall and recited the scriptures also disappeared without a trace.

The original blood-red color of the sky turned into the night sky in an instant after the disappearance of the Blood Monk.

At this time, the sky is sparse with moon stars. The white moonlight shrouded the ruined temple, looking lonely and lonely.

Dingjieshu came to his senses, came down from the sky with a peachwood sword, and said with a smile at a distance of two meters from Yin Fan: "It turns out that Daoyou is deeply hidden, but I am blind and I don't see it." ”

Yin Fan just smiled. He looked up at the sky, and he didn't know what time it was.

Just as he was thinking this, a light flickered inside Yin Fan's mask, projecting a time onto his pupils.

It is more than half of the hour, that is, there are still more than two hours before the child time.

Seeing this time, Yin Fan nodded with satisfaction. While he was satisfied with the design, he was also happy that he had plenty of time left.

"This fellow Daoist, the 'Yin Evil Ghost Temple' has been broken now, right?"

Yin Fan spent most of his time on cultivation, and he didn't know much about some things in the cultivation realm. The Dingjie book in front of him can point out the mystery of the Yin Evil Ghost Temple at a glance, and it is still somewhat dry.

"The moment the Blood Monk was destroyed, the Yin Evil Ghost Temple disappeared. ”

Dingjieshu looked at the young man in front of him with admiration at this moment, originally he thought that this person was pretending to wear a golden shining mask, but at this moment, it seems that nine times out of ten it is something used to hide his identity.

"That's fine. ”

Yin Fan nodded, glanced around, and was not ready to leave. He spotted a side hall that was only half collapsed, and walked that way.

Dingjieshu didn't even think about it, and he picked up the empty basket and prepared to go over at all.

"What are you doing with me?" Yin Fan stopped and looked at him.

"Ah, this ......" Ding Jieshu poured the bottom of his empty basket upside down, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you see, I used up all the inventory just now when I was desperate with the blood monk." In the middle of the night, I didn't dare to walk around without anything to defend myself. ”

"Whatever you want. Yin Fan bypassed the Daxiong Treasure Hall that had become a ruin and walked into the side hall. In a moment of turning sideways, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the release pond at the entrance of the temple, the dignified statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

A hint of curiosity instantly arose in his heart, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thought of "preparing for the regular meeting".

"You go over there. Yin Fan found that the Dingjie Book was still following behind, and immediately pointed to another side hall that was about to fall on the opposite side.

"This ......" Dingjieshu looked over and found that it was a side hall that was about to fall, his right eyelid jumped straight, hesitated for a moment, and finally went.

After Yin Fan left in the Dingjie Book, he immediately turned on his stealth state and left the matching hall, jumped on a dense white locust tree, and hid.

It was also at this time that Yin Fan found that the face had a hint of induction that was different from the usual time.

It seems to have a summoning effect on a specific person, constantly sending a request to the wearer that resembles a connection.

Yin Fan was not in a hurry to agree to the request. His gaze shifted back and forth with the Dingjie Book around him, so that after an hour, he was completely sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary. He accepted the request from the person who wanted to wear the mask.

A hazy fog immediately appeared in his field of vision, and Yin Fan was just looking at this fog at first, but it didn't take long for him to feel that his body was also in this fog.

To his great surprise, his "body" turned out to be the mask he wore on his head.

Soon, Yin Fan felt his body sinking rapidly, and after passing through the fog, he appeared in a piece of sky, and continued to fall until he landed half a meter above the round stone pillar on the top of a snowy mountain.

In this way, he stayed there as a mask of "body", turning in an instantaneous manner according to a certain pattern.

"Oh, the wind is blowing, and someone is coming to the 'E' position?"

A thick voice sounded, opening the prelude to the regular meeting of the time robbery. It also became the beginning of an era of organizational domination.