"Brother Qin, Brother Qin, what's wrong with you?"

On the mountain behind Ciyun Temple, Lang Shuailing's shouts quickly attracted a crowd of people.

"Be on your guard, there may be an enemy attack. ”

"Shuai Ling, Shuai Ling, what's wrong with you?"

"Lang Shuai, do you want to see if Qin Shuailing has a sudden illness?"

"Lang Shuai, pinch down the middle of the people and try it. ”

......

Dozens of subordinates and monks who rushed to the scene quickly surrounded the two, some on guard, others constantly giving random suggestions.

Lang Shuailing, who was surrounded in the middle, was noisy, and let out a loud roar at the moment.

"Shut up, get out of the way, and be on guard. ”

The crowd immediately quieted down, and subconsciously took a step back, giving way to an open space.

Lang Shuailing touched Qin Shuailing's snort at this time, and after making sure that there was still breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately groped around his body, took out a black porcelain bottle, and just opened it, and suddenly a sour and cold and stimulating smell came out.

Lang Shuailing immediately put the mouth of the bottle under Qin Shuailing's nose, and when he was about to press the other person's center, Qin Shuailing, who was half-lying on his lap, suddenly had a convulsion, and his eyes opened violently.

"Brother Qin?"

Lang Shuai subconsciously blurted out, just as he was about to help him.

But seeing that Qin Shuailing's whole body suddenly softened, his face instantly turned black, his pupils were dull and silent, and he didn't have the slightest look.

Lang Shuailing immediately had a bad premonition, he touched Qin Shuailing's neck, but there was no movement.

"Qin Shuailing died violently like this?"

Lang Shuailing put him down a little dazedly, and just stood up, on the courtyard wall outside Ciyun Temple, there were suddenly two plain white sedan chairs filled with fragrant wax paper money, swaying through the wall, stopping above the mouse that had just stayed.

Two strong men dressed like mountain people immediately flew out of the sedan chair and went straight to the crowd, and when the ghost-headed big knife in their hands waved, several people had already fallen down screaming.

"Ah!!h

"Enemy attack. ”

The father and son of the big boss of Heijian Village broke into the crowd like crazy tigers, and no one could stop them for a while.

The two ghost head knives chopped, slashed, chopped, and chopped, dancing with tigers and tigers, and for a while, they actually cut down the people of the Sanyang Association and retreated again and again.

"Dad, something is wrong. ”

After cutting everyone back, the father and son, who were leaning side by side, found that the situation in front of them seemed to be very different from what they expected.

The big boss of Heijian Village glanced at the crowd, how could there be any white-haired Taoist priest.

He was immediately stunned, and immediately whispered to his side, "Something is wrong, withdraw first." ”

His son nodded immediately, and the two of them turned around at the same time and ran towards the sedan chair behind them.

But before he could run a few steps, there was a sudden sound of chanting spells in his ears.

"The sun is magnificent, and the red sun is mighty. ”

A red sun immediately rose from behind the two of them, and under the crimson light, the two plain white sedan chairs instantly turned to ashes.

A gloomy voice rang out.

"Friend, since you're here, why are you in a hurry to leave before you sit down? Wouldn't it make people laugh at me Sanyang for not knowing how to be hospitable?"

"Sanyang Meeting?!"

The big boss of Heijian Village blurted out when he heard this.

He turned around, looked at the people who were constantly surrounding, and subconsciously tightened the big knife in his hand.

"Although I don't know why I appeared in the place where the Sanyang Society gathered, but in the current situation, it can't be good. ”

Next to him, the young man with huge earrings was even more horizontal on his shoulder, ready for a long time.

In a matter of moments, the two hands were fighting together.

The sound of roaring, chanting incantations, and shouting of killing mixed together and spread far away.

In the black stream village.

The black-robed scribe fell to his knees with a limp, feeling as if he hadn't eaten for seven days and seven nights, and then fought with the charming goblin for three days and three nights.

There was an emptiness all over my body, even my brain.

Confused, hazy, like a ball of paste.

So, he didn't find out either.

The long coiled hair on the back of his head began to emerge from the scribe's scarf one after another, windless and automatic, as if it were a living thing.

A four-armed, purposeless evil creature floated leisurely from beneath his fluttering hair.

The evil creature gripped his head tightly, and with a slight twist, the black-robed scribe's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees with the sound of Carrara's bones shutting.

He looked at the evil thing that was facing him, and fell down in an instant.

A wisp of soul, homeopathic was pulled out by the evil thing and fell into Zhang Jiao's hands.

Zhang Jiao gently pinched the soul that still looked confused and empty, and when he sniffed it, the soul turned into wisps of smoke and was inhaled into his nose.

After the tea, Zhang Jiao raised his head, looked at the ghost head hanging in the middle of the cave, and walked straight to the incense case.

After fiddling with the various magic weapons on the table for a while, he was a little surprised.

Evil bell: The bronze bell that has been lit by the Taoist masters, engraved with the golden light mantra, when the bell rings, it can ward off all evils. This item can be exchanged for five merit points at the end of the mission.

Human Bone Tower: A bone tower built by calcining 24 living human ribs and calcining them, which can raise souls and evil ghosts. This item can be exchanged for eight merits at the end of the mission.

Nightmare Wood Carving: It is carved from a century-old locust wood that grows near a mass grave, and is placed in the dead place to dry after being consecrated by secret techniques. Greatly increases the power of Victory Aversion and slightly reduces the power of Nightmare Retaliation. This item can be exchanged for four merits at the end of the mission.

......

After Zhang Jiao made a rough calculation, it was a surprise that the pile of magic weapons in front of him could be exchanged for nearly forty merits.

After he put away the magic utensils on the incense table, he waved his hand, and suddenly a golden light flashed, splitting the huge ghost head in front of him in half.

Zhang Jiao immediately walked over, fumbled among the cracked ghost heads, and pulled out a roll of torn black cloth.

The black cloth was tattered and most of it was broken.

Zhang Jiao spread out the black cloth casually, only to see that on the cloth that was still intact, there were a lot of handwriting written crookedly, and after careful identification, there were several evil spells and magic weapons made and cultivated methods.

Qishan Secret Scroll: The secret scroll that records the twenty-four methods inside the Qishan Dao Gate, only because of the age and serious damage, only six spells and magic weapons are left on the volume. This item can be exchanged for 80 merit points at the end of the mission.

After Zhang Jiao looked at it casually, he was still with the pile of magic weapons.

Not to mention that the spells above are troublesome to practice, and there are all kinds of taboos, which are far inferior to the magical powers that they have taken from the evil creatures.

In addition, the damage is serious and unsystematic, and it is also a recycled and exchanged goods.

After Zhang Jiao casually turned around in the cave, his figure had already walked out of the black cave.

The evil creature behind him immediately swarmed up, and the long-haired faceless face was stuck to his neck.

With every step he took, a large amount of gray aura diffused from all around his body, and in the blink of an eye, the huge cave was already shrouded in thick fog.

Hundreds of thieves living in the cave were startled, they looked around blankly at the gray-white world in front of them, and subconsciously shouted the names of their companions.

Hundreds of people began to shout in the gray mist, but not a single one responded to their shouts, not even echoes, as if the whole world was left alone.

While they were shouting, countless gray-white breaths silently poured in from their mouths, noses, and ears.

The cries of the bandits grew weak until they fell silent.

They walked in the gray mist, and then gathered together, neatly arranged.

Zhang Jiao walked in the gray mist, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a remote underground secret room.

He stood on the stone cover of the underground chamber, and his whole body seemed to be standing on quicksand, and he immediately sank in.

In a dark and dark chamber.

On the huge table of the Eight Immortals, a huge white-haired mouse was lying on it, its emerald green eyes staring closely at the figure that appeared in the secret room.

"Granny Grey?"

As soon as the figure landed, it asked it.

The huge white-haired mouse immediately squeaked.

The voice fell on Zhang Jiao's ears, but it became a meaning that he could understand.

"Who are you, mortal, and why did you come to Grandma?"

Zhang Jiao strolled forward, and with every step, the rat swarm surging under his feet exploded, and then disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

The white-haired giant rat on the table watched this scene, subconsciously rubbed its two huge front teeth, and kept squeaking threatening sounds from its mouth.

"Mortal, you have the guts to hurt grandma's children and grandchildren?"

Zhang Jiao smiled, but didn't care about its threat.

He looked at the tired skull that rolled under the table, his eyes swept over every fur of the huge mouse in front of him like a knife, and whispered, "But it's a good fur, remember to peel it off for the master later, it's also good to be a cushion." ”

Five responses rang out from the void at once.

"Yes, sir. ”

Five imps of different colors jumped out and jumped onto the table, staring at the giant rat in front of them with an excited expression, dripping gluttonous juice from the corners of their mouths.

After hearing his words, the white-haired giant rat was shocked, and the soft and shiny white hair on its body immediately exploded, and the roots stood up, becoming more and more swollen and fat.

"Boy, bold! dare to speak wildly, watch grandma ...... you"

But before it finished speaking, countless black hairs had already fallen down in the dark basement. Black hair, as tough as a steel wire, wrapped it around it, and then pulled it in the air like a large character.

The white-haired giant rat immediately let out a burst of high-pitched screams.

Zhang Jiao looked at this huge rat that was almost one meter long, and his tone was gloomy and terrifying.

"A rat that has become a fine spirit, it is not good to hide and practice, and he dares to eat people and call himself grandma, it is really a good rat gall. ”

He immediately waved his hand, and the five ghosts standing on the table immediately jumped into its abdomen, and their sharp claws immediately opened a hole under its fur.

The five ghosts immediately rushed in.

"Don't, don't. ”

"Please, spare me, spare me!"

"I know a lot of things, and there's nothing in the Northland that I don't know. I can tell you whatever you want, please, spare me. ”

The white-haired giant rat immediately let out a miserable roar and writhed wildly.

Zhang Jiao didn't even look at it.

He walked under the table of the Eight Immortals, picked up the heads that were obviously not adults, and placed them in front of the table one after another.

"That's how you used to watch them scream and eat slowly!"

Zhang Jiao raised his head to look at it, and suddenly said, "Eat slowly, master, I have other things to do, I am not allowed to finish eating it before I come back, understand?"

In the belly of the giant rat, there was an immediate response.

"Yes, sir. ”

Zhang Jiao disappeared into the basement in an instant.

He strode like the wind, and in an instant, he appeared in the cell where ordinary people were held in Heijian Village.

More than thirty people were weakly imprisoned in the cold cave, and several naked women next to them immediately let out an exclamation subconsciously after hearing the sound of his arrival, and shrank to the corner of the cave.

Zhang Jiao looked at their numb eyes, and after a moment of silence, he found a basin of water, and then took out a portrait of the Sanyang Divine Venerable.

"The silt comes from the chaos of Qi, and the red sun is prosperous. The scorching sun shines on me, sweeping away the evil spirit. ”

At the sound of the mantra chanted in a low voice, the water in the bowl immediately turned red.

After three casts.

He immediately took the red water, and did not like the foul smell of the cave, walked into the crowd, and in their reaction to the exclamation and struggle, he grabbed a man and scooped out a bowl of red water into it.

The man drank the red water in the bowl in resistance, and then was placed on the ground by Zhang Jiao.

"Are you feeling better?"

The man listened to the strange white-haired Taoist priest in front of him, and when he was about to dodge, he realized that the scars on his body had miraculously healed themselves, and his originally weak body gradually gained strength.

He rubbed his cheeks in disbelief, and suddenly fell to his knees, letting out a burst of bitter tears.

"Woo~~!!"

The numb crowd next to him reacted, and immediately knelt down in front of him, struggling and roaring, "Immortal, save me, save me!"

Zhang Jiao then took the basin over, scooped a bowl and handed it to the hands that reached out in front of him.

"It's all there, don't grab it. ”

......

Tsz Wan Monastery.

Evil tigers are hard to beat wolves.

The former boss of Heijian Village and his son have already been captured, and the two of them have been pierced with pipa bones, which are pressing in front of Lang Shuailing's eyes.

Lang Shuailing looked at the two people in front of him, and said with an unkind expression, "The big boss of Heijian Village, have you eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall? Dare to find my stubble from the Sanyang Society? Say, what do you want to do?"

The big boss of Heijian Village, who was pressed to the ground, was also single, he raised his head, grinned, revealing a bloody face, and said with a little leaky wind at the corner of his mouth.

"After being beaten, I am willing to gamble and lose. I, Jiang Qing, am not as good as others today, I have been calculated, and I fell into your hands, and I don't ask for mercy, but I beg to give my father and son a good time. If you agree to the good men of the Sanyang Society, I will tell you the truth about the reason, if you don't want to, then my father, son and son will have nothing to say and let them be disposed of. ”

"But the reason for this is up to you to find out for yourself. Hey. ”

"Smack. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was immediately slapped in the face.

"Ma Rakbazi, are you here to be a good man for your grandfather? Lao Tzu doesn't try out all the eggs of your turtle grandson, and the rest of me will have your surname. ”

As he spoke, he was about to step forward and torture him.

Lang Shuailing next to him did not object.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the back mountain.

Four or five bareheaded monks came over with wound medicine and Zabu.

"Which brother is injured, let's get some medicine and bandage it first. ”

Seven or eight people in the crowd immediately walked over, swearing and swearing.

"These two grandsons are really ruthless!"

A bald monk said, looking at the wounded man in front of him.

The injured man bared his teeth, endured the stinging pain of the liquor poured on the wound, and responded, "No, I almost didn't disembowel Lao Tzu, these two dogs are really ruthless in their hands." ”

He snorted twice as he spoke.

And not far in front of him.

A chubby monk squeezed to Lang Shuailing's side and whispered, "Lang Shuai, are you injured?" Do you want the little monk to help you take a look?"

Lang Shuai shook his head, pointed to the brothers in front of him and said, "I'm fine, you go and help the brothers take a look." ”

The monk immediately received the order, he held the tray in his hand, just turned around, and suddenly said to Lang Shuai.

"That's right, Lang Shuai. The little monk has another thing I would like to ask you. ”

Hearing this, Lang Shuai turned his head and asked with some impatience in his expression, "What's the matter?"

The monk smiled mysteriously, but lowered his head and whispered, "Actually, this is it!"

"What this?" asked Lang Shuai puzzled.

Burst.

He was answered with a sharp, sharp dagger.

"You?"

He clutched his stomach and looked at the smiling monk in front of him in disbelief and pain, his expression full of questions.