After a while, the momentum became stronger and stronger, and Wang Changming's legs trembled and he couldn't stand even more. Qing Xuan glanced at him, and as soon as the long sword was retracted, the compelling momentum suddenly disappeared. This huge gap came extremely abruptly, and Changming trembled, his face full of cold sweat.

"Let's go, let's go see the coffin. Qing Xuan still spoke in such a faint tone.

Listening to Qingxuan's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Changming woke up from the stunned moment just now. Without the clear light around Qing Xuan, the place fell into darkness again. As if he had felt the cold and gloomy feeling before, Changming shivered and hurriedly followed.

"May I ask the chief, what are your plans next?" For Qing Xuan's extraordinary skills, Changming finally had a clear understanding. I also felt a little relieved.

"Chunjun, Suifu, Drought, and the same argument that has not had much time, all of these seem to have traces to follow. And the divination that I still can't guess, what is the connection between this?......" Since just now, Qing Xuan has carefully counted all the things that have happened today, and when he heard Changming's question, he pressed these questions to the bottom of his heart. "Don't worry, don't worry, this scourge can't stay for long, and the poor path will be cast in the near future. ”

Other than that, both of them have their own agendas, and they have never broken the silence. Soon to the hall. There were two coffins parked in the middle of the hall, one large and one small, and they didn't seem to be out of the ordinary. But when they got closer, under the light of the clear light around Qing Xuan's body, they could clearly see a little black gas lingering in the hall. Moreover, more black gas kept coming out of the coffin in the middle.

"Be careful, it's a bad breath, don't get it on you. Stand behind me. With a wave of Qing Xuan's long sleeves, the black qi that was approaching was dispersed.

In Changming's eyes, Qingxuan naturally became a god-like existence. But Qingxuan also secretly complained in his heart, with Changming behind him, he wanted to dissipate his evil energy, and he couldn't cast spells with peace of mind. Seeing that the evil aura was getting stronger and stronger, Qing Xuan knew in his heart that he couldn't drag it out like this any longer. If there is no action, I am afraid that the drought in the coffin will break out before dawn, and it will be much more troublesome to clean him up at that time.

After weighing it in his heart, Qing Xuan immediately made a decision, and his big sleeves waved to dispel the evil qi around him. One grabbed Changming's placket, lifted his true qi, and said that he threw it three zhang away. Then he put his sword back into its sheath and sat down cross-legged, moving in one go.

Qing Xuan pinched an immovable lotus seal on his chest, and muttered a heart-clearing mantra in his mouth. Although the sound was not loud, it did not dissipate and still lingered throughout the hall. And the clear light outside his body became more and more abundant, and those evil qi were washed away by his clear qi, and all of them were quietly dispersed. In a short time, the gloomy and evil atmosphere in the hall was almost completely eliminated.

Qingxuan seemed to have known it a long time ago, and he didn't need to look at it, so he stood up at once. There was a flash of shock, and a long sword groan. Chunjun is out of the sheath again. It's just that this time it's not to play martial arts with others, but to play the role of a carving knife. Qing Xuan held Chunjun in his hand, and his figure fluttered under his feet, wandering around the hall, carving all kinds of mysterious spells. Chunjun is cast by Ou Yezi, and it is naturally extremely sharp. However, the strange thing is that in Changming's opinion, the tip of the sword is still an inch from the ground, but the charm is deeply left on the bluestone floor tiles in the hall.

The true qi is released to form sword qi, which is something that only innate masters can do. "It seems that this little-known veteran is really a top master. Wang Changming had guessed before, but now it is basically confirmed, and the respect and curiosity in his heart are a little heavier.

After a quarter of an hour, not only the floor, but also the walls and beams were filled with symbols. Glancing at all this, a smile appeared on Qingxuan Gujing Wubo's face. Then, he took out a blank piece of yellow paper from his bosom.

It's just that this time he didn't draw a talisman out of thin air like last time, Qing Xuan bit the index finger of his right hand, and there was a burst of calligraphy and painting on the yellow paper. ...,

"Huh!" With a clear shout, Qing Xuan jumped up and slapped the paper talisman on Suitian's coffin with one palm. Qing Xuan jumped back with the power of his palm, and the paper talisman was left on Suitian's coffin. The strange thing is that there is a faint smoke coming out of the paper talisman, which is getting bigger and bigger, and with a "Teng" sound, it burns. As the firelight on the paper talisman lit up, the symbols engraved by Qing Xuan around them also correspondingly glowed with a trace of cyan light. When the Zuihou paper charm turned into ashes, all the engraved symbols around it were hidden.

Qingxuan stroked his beard, his face flushed, and he seemed very satisfied with the effect. "It's night at this moment, and it's the night of the first seven souls, and the yin qi is too strong to cast spells. Therefore, the poor road is set up for a small array, and when the yang energy is at its worst at noon tomorrow, watch the poor road to cast spells to eliminate demons. ”

"Now that today's business is over, the Taoist chief might as well go and rest. Tomorrow is good energy. Hearing Qingxuan's explanation, Changming was also relieved.

"You go and rest first, you can't leave the poor road. If something happens, you and I can't afford it. Let's meditate here tonight, and the cultivators generally rarely sleep, and most of them meditate to relieve their fatigue. With that, Qing Xuan sat down cross-legged.

Changming shook his head, "I'm also here to accompany the Taoist, one more person is always one more protection." Besides, I just need to adjust my true qi. ”

Qingxuan didn't open his eyes, just nodded.

The two of them meditated in the courtyard under the moonlight, and a few clouds drifted in the evening breeze on the horizon. A round of bright moon in the sky, illuminating the whole Yangzhou as clear. I don't know when it started, a faint dark cloud covered the bright moon, casting a shadow on the boss above Suifu. Qingxuan and both of them were meditating with their eyes closed, where would they see the changes in the heavens?

"Bang!" The sound of a heavy blow made both of Qing Xuan startled, and they immediately woke up from meditation, and Changming almost suffered internal injuries because of the floating qi and blood. Fortunately, thanks to Qingxuan's help, it was fine.

Changming's heart was full of doubts, the loud noise seemed to come from the hall, and the sound was more like a fist hitting the coffin. Sui Tian Ming has passed away, how can there be movement in the coffin? And where is the drought that Qing Xuan said about the thousand-year-old Dao Practice? These questions he didn't know before that Weishenme hadn't taken them into account, but at this moment, they suddenly came to mind.

Looking at Qing Xuan suspiciously, Qing Xuan was a little surprised just now, but he also calmed down at this moment. It feels confident again. "Poor Dao really didn't guess wrong, he saw the evil qi spewing out of the coffin before, and Poor Dao had a guess, and now it seems that it is true. The thousand-year-old drought is afraid that it is attached to Brother Ling's body, and the movement just now is that the drought is knocking on the coffin. Although it was a little terrifying, Qing Xuan's expression became more and more calm.

"But listening to that sound, that power must not be underestimated. Changming still looked a little worried.

"Legend has it that the Drought Fish is the highest form of a zombie, and it is invulnerable to knives and guns. And the power is infinite, and it is by no means something that mortals can compete with. But don't worry, Brother Ling used all his essence to seal the soul of the drought in his body, and now he is absolutely injured. In addition, the poor road has laid out a formation around it, and the strength of the drought will only get weaker and weaker, so don't worry, just breathe with peace of mind, no matter what the sound is, you can't pay attention to it. Qingxuan glanced at Changming, closed his eyes and meditated again.

After that, although there was sometimes the same knocking sound as before, every time the sound came out, the formation on the surrounding walls immediately emitted a burst of clear light, illuminating the coffins in the hall. Naturally, the sound became a little quieter. The two spent the night like this.

Early the next morning, Wang Changming woke up from meditation. A ray of sunlight on the horizon sprinkled on Qingxuan's body, and there seemed to be a faint halo, and he didn't see anything when he looked closely. Changming was a little secretly frightened, "Could it be that he is an immortal?"

seemed to feel Changming's gaze, Qingxuan also opened his eyes and met Changming's gaze.

Wang Changming was surprised by the sharpness of Qingxuan's senses, but he smiled slightly. "I don't know what I need sooner, I'll get it ready for you. ”

Qing Xuan shook his head, "Don't bother, Poor Dao has been opening up the valley recently, but he doesn't need the five grains to eat his stomach." Your Excellency has bothered, so I'll just stay here. ”

Changming was not surprised, and it was possible that he was not surprised. "Then I'm tired of talking for a long time, I don't know if there's anything I can do to help?"

"Hmm...... You go and plant these three yellow flags in the Kan, Dui and Gen positions of Suifu respectively, and remember that you must go into the soil for three points, not too shallow. ”

Qing Xuan hesitated for a moment, and took out three yellow flags slightly larger than a palm from his arms. The yellow flag is painted with some mysterious charms.

"Dao Chief, please rest assured, this little thing is wrapped up in the body. Changming looked up at the sun, discerned the next direction, and said confidently.

Qingxuan glanced at him, nodded, and went to meditate with peace of mind.

Time flies, and the white horse flies. Before I knew it, it was three poles in the morning, and it was nearly noon. Qingxuan stood up suddenly, the breeze was blowing, and Qingxuan's robe kept fluttering, quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

"The hour is approaching, the sun is in the sky, and watch the poor road cast spells to lead the sky to thunder, and eliminate demons. ”

Qing Xuan's momentum soared, as if he wanted to soar to the sky. Oppressed by Qing Xuan's momentum, Changming unconsciously took three steps back. "Dao Chief?"

"Take the pure Jun sword, and then retreat three zhang. Qing Xuan glanced at his head, his tone was light, but the true qi in his body was as thin as a match. Changming's legs trembled, and the pressure on his body increased dramatically. "Yes".

"Go quickly, go back quickly! Don't miss the hour. "The pressure that was originally like a mountain was suddenly closed, as soft as a breeze blowing willows. looked at Qing Xuan with some doubts, only to see Qing Xuan wave his hand. I thought highly of Qingxuan in my heart, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I turned around immediately, and I was so lucky that I hurried away.

After Changming left, Qingxuan turned his head and stared at the coffin in the hall. His brows gradually furrowed, Qingxuan stretched out his sword fingers, recited the true recipe, and slashed his fingers over his eyes. This is a common method of opening the eyes of heaven in Taoism, in fact, the old Tao has already said that the naked eye distinguishes yin and yang, but in order to be safe, he still uses the magic trick. "The yin qi is still a lot thicker, and it is still so strong at noon. ”

The sound of Changming's footsteps in his ears came sparsely. "Hmph" Lao Dao snorted softly, and the momentum that had been confined suddenly dispersed. A fierce energy spread out and soared into the sky. Even in the midday sun, a cyan lotus flower bloomed around Qingxuan's body.

Qingxuan is in the center of the lotus, wrapped in petals, and a Taoist robe is drumming without wind, if the Nine Heavens Immortal Monarch lands in the mortal dust, or the Taoist master is eager to soar. A temperament is absolutely extraordinary what ordinary people can have, it is a kind of majestic, noble, above everything and emotionless temperament, it is the temperament of the Tao!

Suddenly, a thought struck, "Could it be that this old way has reached the point of ascension?" This thought scared Changming a lot. Is there really such a master in this world? Changming, who was standing outside the Qingxuan Sanzhang with Chunjun in his hand, was even more suspicious in his heart.

Qing Xuan's expression was solemn, his whole body momentum was stagnant, and he rushed to the sky. "The sword is coming!" Qing Xuan shouted, but after the shouting, Changming felt that there was something wrong with the Chunjun Sword in his hand. The sword body was trembling slightly like a person, and suddenly there was a sword groan, like a golden dragon flying straight up, Changming was light in his hand, and when he looked down, he found that the Chunjun Sword in his hand had lost its sound and shadow.