The Chronicles of Longevity on Liaozhai Road

After saying this, Ning Caichen seemed to be joking again, and said to Yang Heng: "I think the Taoist priest is also an expert, there is no need to do this, the Taoist priest takes a step back and everyone will pass."

From Ning Caichen's tone, Yang Heng heard his dissatisfaction with himself.

But this is normal, Yang Heng and Ning Caichen have only met a few times.

And Ning Caichen and that Yan Chixia can be regarded as a fateful friendship, and they are naturally inclined in their relationship.

Yang Heng nodded, turned around and left without saying anything.

Yan Chixia looked at Yang Heng's back, frowned, and felt a burst of crisis at the same time.

On the surface, Daoist Yang didn't seem to have much ability, but for some reason, he always felt threats coming from him.

Ning Caichen looked at Yang Heng's back and murmured, "This Taoist priest is too self-righteous and doesn't care about other people's feelings at all."

Yan Chixia was also a little annoyed when she heard this sentence beside her. She knew that she would not show her powers, and ended up getting herself into such a big trouble.

"Brother Ning may be in some trouble here, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

Ning Caichen nodded, and then asked, "Brother Yan, you won't be in any danger from now on, right?"

"Hehe, although I'm not talented, but with the sword in my arms, I dare to break into the dragon's lake and tiger's den."

When she said this, Yan Chixia's face was very proud.

Seeing that what he said was so consummate, Ning Caichen naturally felt relieved, and then wanted to leave with his things on his back.

But just as Ning Caichen walked out of Lanruo Temple, he ran into Yang Heng on the way.

Now that Ning Caichen's perception of Yang Hengde has undergone a 180-degree change, he doesn't want to talk to him at all, so he wants to go around him.

But Yang Heng stopped him.

"Brother Ning, let's go slowly, I still have something to say."

Ning Caichen had no choice but to stop, and then asked blankly, "Does Daoist Yang have anything else to say?"

Yang Heng looked at the package on Ning Caichen's back, shook his head and said, "I don't think it's a good thing for you to carry this thing on your back, why don't you just find a place to bury it."

When Ning Caichen heard this, displeasure appeared on his face.

"What did Daoist Yang say? Am I still a bandit?"

Yang Heng shook his head, and then said: "Brother Ning, let's open the skylight and speak honestly. The skeleton on your back has endless grievances, and it seems that it has harmed many people. If you bring her back, although it will be more popular, It seems to be a good thing, but it will destroy your luck. In my opinion, it is better not to delay the great future for the momentary beauty."

Ning Caichen didn't want to say anything now, and turned around as if walking far away.

As Yang Heng watched Ning Caichen leave, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Because what Yang Heng hates the most is ghosts harming people.

And this Nie Xiaoqian happened to violate Yang Heng's taboo.

On the surface, Nie Xiaoqian seemed to be driven by the evil spirit and had to serve him.

But over the years, how many people have been killed by Nie Xiaoqian? These people may have a greedy heart, but if Nie Xiaoqian hadn't gone to seduce them, they might just be ordinary scholars or ordinary businessmen, and they are still walking around .

But what about now?These people were all buried in a foreign land, leaving behind their wives and children who were eagerly looking forward to their return.

Among them, if it is said that Nie Xiaoqian is not guilty, Yang Heng is the first to not believe it.

Yang Heng originally wanted to catch up, but stopped after walking a few steps, because what he missed more now was Yan Chixia's flying sword skill.

Forget it, let go of that brat for the time being, and wait until I get what I want, then go back to deal with her and do justice for the heavens.

Chapter 321

After Yang Heng figured it out, he returned to Lanruo Temple, packed his bags, and left slowly leading the horse.

Yan Chixia stood on a high platform in Lanruo Temple, watching Yang Hengde leave with a frown.

The Taoist priest peeped at his own swordsmanship, and now he left so easily, there must be a conspiracy in it, it seems that his careful precautions these days did not fall into the tricks of this Taoist priest.

Besides, after Yang Heng left Lanruo Temple, he walked slowly, but he didn't go far away, but went around a circle to a hill near Lanruo Temple.

When he got here, Yang Heng tied the horse under a crooked neck tree, but he himself stood on the highest point of the hill, looking at Lanruo Temple.

Tonight, he was going to give Yan Chixia a big blow, to let him know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

If he handed over his swordsmanship at that time, there would be some relaxation, otherwise, let him go to see Lord Yan tonight.

Then Yang Heng sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, and continued to practice the Taiyi Jinhua tenet.

If Yang Heng's power is getting stronger and stronger, the aura in his golden core is getting stronger and stronger. If this situation continues, within a year or two, he will be able to complete the golden core and conceive a holy fetus.

To say that this practice is indeed very insensitive to time. Yang Heng started to practice in the morning, and it was already dark when he finished his practice.

Yang Heng stood up and patted the dust off his body, then took out the paper sedan chair from his arms.

This time he didn't get on the sedan chair either, he just patted the outside of the sedan chair lightly, and immediately there were endless grieving ghosts coming out of the sedan chair.

The sedan chairs of these resentful ghosts seemed to be very excited, they circled back and forth near the sedan chairs, roaring endlessly.

Yang Heng looked at these various ghosts and smiled slightly, then pointed in the direction of Lanruo Temple.

These resentful ghosts immediately understood what Yang Heng meant, and they immediately turned into a black cloud and covered Lanruo Temple.

With the arrival of the endless grieving ghosts, Lanruo Temple immediately changed.

All kinds of birds and beasts have already fled quickly, and even insects are lying in the grass, not daring to make any calls.

And the lush and lush trees behind Lanruo Temple also began to shrink after the arrival of these grudges, as if they were also afraid of the arrival of these grudges.

Yan Chixia was holding a glass of wine in the room at this time, reading an unknown booklet by candlelight.

Suddenly, he twitched his nose twice, stood up abruptly, pushed open the door, and entered the yard.

He waited until he came to the yard and looked up to the sky, and he was surprised for a while when he saw it.

It turned out that there was a black cloud floating in the distance, and in this black cloud, there were countless grieving ghosts biting and roaring.

Seeing this situation, Yan Chixia knew it was not good, and now he was not in the mood to drink, so he went back to the room and hung his broken wooden box on his body.

In just a short while, those black clouds carried countless resentful ghosts and descended to the sky above Lanruo Temple, and then suddenly covered them, and the entire Lanruo Temple was enveloped by black clouds.

At this moment, the entire Lanruo Temple has become a ghost land, in which ghosts and ghosts shuttle back and forth.

Yan Chixia stared at the resentful ghosts outside the room, her heart sank. Although he didn't pay attention to one or two of these things, but if there were a group of them, he would really care about one or the other.

It seems that he has to act first and eliminate some of them first, otherwise, he will really struggle when these grieving ghosts attack in groups.

When thinking of this, Yan Chixia lightly wiped the wooden box on her body.

Following Yan Chixia's movements, a cold light flew out of the wooden box, and the cold light turned into lightning as soon as it left the wooden box, and went straight outside the house.

A resentful ghost happened to pass by the door of Yan Chixia's room, and it happened to collide with the cold light.

Then the grieving ghost was shattered into pieces without even responding, and then disappeared into the air.

After that, Han Guang started to gallop back and forth in the yard, every time he galloped, he had to kill a grieving ghost.

And Yan Chixia frowned, looking at the cold light outside the yard, she wiped out seven or eight grieving ghosts with just a few breaths, which seemed to be an outstanding achievement in battle.

But Yan Chixia didn't show any happy expression, because there were too many ghosts outside.

What's more important is that these ghosts outside don't seem to want to hurt anyone, they are just circling back and forth for his room.

Yan Chixia turned around a few times in her mind, and when she thought about the day's events, she realized that the grieving ghost outside was probably driven by that Taoist Yang. It seemed that he still couldn't forget his sword skills.

Yan Chixia was very angry in her heart, you little Taoist knows good and bad, I didn't want to be as knowledgeable as you, but I didn't expect to dare to play tricks.

Since this is the case, I will fight with you today to see if your spells are stronger or my swordsmanship is better.

A cold light flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes, and she rushed out of the house. The flying sword that was chasing the ghost in mid-air, as soon as it saw its master leaving the house, immediately flew back backwards and began to circle Yan Chixia back and forth.

Those resentful ghosts just want to get closer to Yan Chixia, and the flying sword will turn into a stream of light and immediately hit it.

This Yan Chixia came outside and took a look, and then she recognized the room where Yang Heng lived before, and passed by in two or three steps.

When he got to the door of the room, he opened the door and entered directly.

Yan Chixia glanced up and down in the room, and then came to the haystack where Yang Heng slept.

He stretched out his right hand and scooped it in the air, as if grabbing something, and then put his right hand under his nose.

Then Yan Chixia's nostrils moved, as if after smelling something, a stream of light landed on his palm as soon as she spread her left hand.

Yan Chixia swiped the invisible object in her right hand on the sword.

Then Yan Chixia lightly chanted a few incantations towards the sword, and then threw it outward.

The little sword left Yan Chixia's body, came to the sky above Lanruo Temple like lightning, and then circled around, as if it had identified the direction, and flew straight to the hill not far away.

At this time, Yang Heng was sitting next to the paper sedan chair, watching the Lanruo Temple in the distance, howling with ghosts and gods.

Hehe, that Yan Chixia must have been frightened. If I scare him for a while, I will go to negotiate with him tomorrow morning and see how brave this Yan Chixia is.

When Yang Heng was thinking about beautiful things, suddenly a streamer flew in mid-air.

This streamer was faster than lightning, and it came to Yang Heng's side in the blink of an eye, and went straight to his head.

To say that Yang Heng was really careless this time, he didn't expect Yan Chixia to be able to drive Feijian to attack him at such a long distance.

So when he found the flying sword, it was too late to avoid it.

Fortunately, there was a paper sedan chair next to Yang Heng. Seeing that Yang Heng was about to be attacked, the ghost servant standing next to the paper sedan chair suddenly jumped up, and then rushed towards the flying sword flying in mid-air.

The ghost servant collided with the flying sword in mid-air, and the result was that the ghost servant was beaten to death.

However, this move was considered to buy time for Yang Heng. At the moment when the ghost was not scattered, Yang Heng rolled on the ground, and when he stood up again, he had an extra phoenix in his hand. hairpin.

Yang Heng couldn't care about anything else now, and threw the crested hairpin towards Feijian.

As soon as the crested hairpin left, Yang Heng's hand turned into a ball of fire phoenix, and then collided with the flying sword with endless heat waves.

To say that this crested hairpin is indeed a supreme magic weapon, although the flying sword is powerful, when it hit the crested hairpin, there was only a sound of metal collision, and the fire phoenix was safe and sound, but the flying sword But he was knocked out by more than ten feet.

But the next thing was a bit troublesome. The flying sword seemed to be very spiritual. After discovering that the fire phoenix was powerful, it no longer had contact with the fire phoenix, but turned into a streamer, and began to circle up and down around the fire phoenix. .

The fire phoenix that this crested head turned into is really powerful, but the speed of the flying sword is so fast that the crested hairpin couldn't keep up with it.

Just like that, the two sides were chasing each other in mid-air, and neither could do anything to the other.

But Yang Heng was in a cold sweat watching from below.

The speed of this sword is really too fast, if I am not able to defend against it for a while, if I am hit by him, my life will be lost immediately.

Just when Yang Heng sighed, the flying sword in the sky seemed to feel something suddenly, and then it jumped into the sky, and then avoided the fire phoenix.

After that, a bolt of lightning flashed across the air, and the end of the lightning was still Yang Heng's neck.

It turned out that the flying sword was entangled with the fire phoenix in mid-air just now, just to distract Yang Heng's attention. When Yang Heng relaxed a little, the flying sword took Yang Heng's head again.

At this critical juncture, Yang Heng's thoughts suddenly touched the magic spell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then Yang Heng's body suddenly grew, and at this time, the flying sword flew towards Yang Heng, but because Yang Heng had already become three or four feet high, it was too late for the flying sword to change its target. So it slipped across Yang Heng's thigh.

Yang Heng only felt a pain in his thigh, and then there was a gushing of blood.

And the flying sword, which was stained with Yang Teng's blood, drew a circle in mid-air, and then left like lightning.

After the flying sword left, Yang Heng put away his supernatural powers.

And the fire phoenix did not turn into a phoenix hairpin, but still danced around Yang Heng with flames, as if it was protecting Yang Heng.

Seeing that Feijian left, Yang Heng gritted his teeth and checked his injuries.

Seeing this, Yang Heng was very angry, because a big gash had been cut on his thigh, and blood was continuously flowing out.

If an ordinary person suffered such an injury in this wilderness, he would surely die.

Fortunately, Yang Heng's cultivation is not shallow, and she has also practiced Zhu Youshu, so there is no need to worry too much.

Chapter 322

"I invite the Great Dharma King Hua Tuo, who wears a golden armor to show his power, and hides in the three towns of the Jade Emperor. His mother, Zhang, is reborn. Good men and good women come to seal the sword, seal the knife to show power, seal the big mouth with the big golden knife, and seal the mouth with the small golden knife. Small mouth. One letter and two seals on the head, sealed with a thousand knives can't cut it in, ten thousand knives can't break it, the disciple kowtows to the snow mountain king Nagarjuna, the snow girl in the snow, a pair of cloud teeth like frost, the snow fell three times in the sky, Three feet of frost fell on the ground, snowy sky and snowy ground, snowy Yin and Yang, Xue Gong fell snow, snow mother fell frost, all the envoys for a thousand years were the ghosts of the country, all the envoys were the gods of the country for a thousand years, as fine as snow, as fine as frost, and a gong was played And the iron cover, the disciple came down to cover it with his hand, and I obey the order of the Supreme Lord as urgent as a law."

After Yang Heng finished reciting the spell, he wiped his right hand on the wound on his thigh, and something miraculous happened. The wound that was still bleeding just now suddenly solidified, and no blood flowed from it.

Yang Heng breathed a sigh of relief and felt his body shake for a while. It turned out that the wound caused by the small sword was very huge, and a lot of blood had already flowed out in just such a short time.

Yang Henghe first sighed, and then sneered. Fortunately, he had already prepared himself, otherwise he might have failed this time.

Speaking of this, Yang Heng took out a small paper bag from his pocket, and then gently opened it with three or four hairs inside.