Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Nine Thousand Years Old humbly asked for advice: "What does the smell of paper dust mean?"

The voice just fell.

A dark wind blew in the alley.

Along with the creaking sound, in the middle of the night, one house after another opened the door, adding a third degree of evil!

There was black fog blocking their way ahead, but within a few breaths, the thatched house was no longer visible.

Nine Thousand Years Old seemed to feel something and turned around to look back.

Two pale lanterns were lit at the entrance of each house, making the doorways bottomless, like the gaping mouth of a toothless old lady.

The rotten smell around him became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be countless corpses squirming in the darkness.

"Ah! Lord Governor, why did you look back! Three fires!" Yun Xiao jumped up and down anxiously.

Du Manzhi was speechless when he heard this.

As the saying goes, there are three fires on the human body, one on the shoulders and one on the top of the head. When walking at night, the more frightened and frightened you are, the less likely you are to look back. You are afraid that the breath you turn back will blow out the fire on your shoulders, and ghosts will take advantage of it.

Yun Xiao learned how to drive away corpses.

As long as he knows how to open his eyes, he will find that there is no fire in Jiu Qiansui.

Because this person's true form is the hollow sacred stone that has been lying in Fengdu for thousands of years.

If Du Manzhi were to say it, it was his mortal body that restricted his performance.

If he were here in his true form, and if he let out a little bit of his breath, he would be able to frighten the bastard to the point where he would kneel down and recognize his father.

Yun Xiao jumped up and down, but Jiu Qiansui thought he was being noisy and shut him up with a slap in the eye.

"The smell of paper ash I just mentioned..."

"Well, it means there is a blind ghost nearby causing trouble. Just give him a beating."

Du Manzhi took out the sword talisman. She had just completed the introductory scroll and had accumulated a layer of spiritual power. She held the token tightly and condensed one, two, or three long swords with glimmering light in her hands.

"Here, choose one."

Yun Xiao caught sight of the sword's appearance at first glance, but he was too embarrassed to take his opponent's things and said pickyly: "You... are so embarrassed to let people choose, they all look the same!"

Du Manzhi doesn't like him, does he want to love her?

She smiled brightly and waved her hand.

Then handed it to Jiu Qiansui.

As for him, sorry, no more.

"you!"

The nine-thousand-year-old man's eyes were bright: "Master Du Tian..."

Knowing that he was eager to learn, Du Manzhi said briefly: "Will it cause destruction? Just cut down whatever you see. It's all an illusion. Don't be afraid!"

Nine Thousand Years Old seemed to have some realization and waved his palm towards the nearest white lantern.

The lantern was not affected at all, and the hanging tassels were not moved at all.

"I see……"

He switched to using his sword talisman to sweep out a fierce energy.

A human face with bleeding from all its orifices appeared on the pale lantern. It screamed twice and exploded without warning!

Yun Xiao stood directly below, with blood pouring all over his face. He stretched out his hand and touched nothing, but the fishy and sticky feeling at that moment had already pissed off the proud young man.

He ordered two corpse men to protect him, while the other two jumped up to tear it apart with their claws and bite it with their mouths, making sure to tear the lantern to pieces.

They are all things from the underworld, no one is afraid of whom!

After destroying more than a dozen lanterns in a row, a human head emerged from the ground and floated in front of them, kowtowing: "I surrender, I surrender! Stop it!"

Du Manzhi ignored him, followed the flow of Yin Qi, pierced the tip of the sword diagonally into the ground, and dug out a small wooden sign.

On the back of the small wooden sign, tied with hair, was a paper lantern full of scars, only about the size of a finger.

The wooden sign is the shelter of the kowtowling devil.

The paper lantern is obviously the handiwork of Old Man Cui.

He made the paper lanterns and the little ghosts into one, and it became a simple and effective evil spell, and the paper lanterns became a death-inducing lantern.

The kid kowtowed even harder, begging her for mercy.

Du Manzhi's expression was so calm that Yun Xiao could feel her murderous intent, "How many people did Cui Boyuan ask you to kill?"

Tears of blood flowed from the corners of the kid's eyes, and he cried to her.

"Shangxian Mingjian, the villain was detained by him, and he threatened the villain to take his damn son to absorb the essence. The thirteen lives in Jindou Alley were the fault of their father and son, and had nothing to do with the villain!"

"Thirteen," Du Manzhi murmured, "not many..."

Seeing that there was hope, the little ghost prostrated again: "Yes, the little man advised me not to be so greedy, but old man Cui didn't want to..."

Du Manzhi seemed to believe it, "Every household of these deceased people should have prepared a lot of gold, silver and tributes, so you shouldn't take any less."

The kid held out a pile of gold ingots and cut them like pieces of flesh. He resisted not looking at them and put them down in front of her.

"The villain followed the Cui family and his son, and indeed took these ill-gotten gains. He will pay them back, he will..."

The kid's pitiful expression changed, and he suddenly attacked her, opened his bloody mouth, and bit her face fiercely!

Those gold ingots turned into golden-scaled black-bellied snakes in the blink of an eye, and pounced on him.

Du Manzhi was already on guard, holding the sword talisman tightly, condensing several long swords and dancing in front of him without leaking.

The little snake transformed by Jin Yuanbao was still a blindfold, and it was all cut into pieces.

As for the little devil, there is a hook in his throat, and he is strangled so that his feet cannot touch the ground.

Just now I was pretending to be pitiful, but now I am really pitiful.

A black figure wearing a high hat floated in the air, smiling sinisterly and leashing the kid like a dog.

At first glance, it was a strange Hei Wuchang.

Du Manzhi said politely: "I'd like to ask you to pay me a visit. This opera ghost is hiding in the house and is covered in blood. I'm afraid it has killed more than thirteen people."

The play ghost is a kind of ghost that she can deal with more confidently.

They were born on the ancient stage, learned about the prosperity of human society from the lyrics, and traveled around the world with the troupe hidden in their costumes.

When the opera ghost accumulates enough materials, it will leave the costume and wander around. It gives full play to its imagination and creativity, and can turn any place into its stage, taking the lives of spectators in the show.

And her eyes were just right to see through the tricks of the showman.

The kid was kicking and still arguing: "It's not me, it's the Cui family..."

Du Manzhi pointed at his eyes: "Do I look like a blind man? If you are telling the truth, why is it that the blood on Cui Sheng's body is not as thick-skinned as yours?"

She threw the sword in her arms like a javelin, breaking the last few white lanterns.

The illusion shattered like a mirror, revealing the original appearance of the dark alley.

The opera ghost screamed, like a drowned dog with its bones ripped out, paralyzed in the trap of the seductive rope. At first glance, one might have thought it was a hanged ghost.

Hei Wuchang carried the opera ghost and forced out a stiff smile: "Qin Feng and I have been friends for many years. From now on, you can also be considered my friend. Just call me Lao Zhao. It's not a bad thing, it's ugly."

They are also friends. Unlike Qin Feng, Lao Zhao has his greed for money written on his face. It would be too abrupt for her to give Yuan Bao.

Lao Zhao flicked the hook.

"You came out at this hour, do you have something urgent to do? The Wangchuan Stone shook just now, and I thought the little ghost king showed up. Fortunately, I didn't notify the other brothers..."

Du Manzhi had not moved the Wangchuan Stone, and looked confused.

"Oh, normal."

Lao Zhao explained.

"We have too many things to do. How can we have time to clean up everywhere? Don't look at it. This is the emperor's feet. There are a lot of hidden things! There are a bunch of rocks on it. If we encounter abnormal fluctuations, we will be reminded to take a look. This If not, I’ll run into you.”

He had never seen such a familiar and enthusiastic person. He let the opera ghost crawl in front to lead the way, and the three of them and two ghosts entered the old man Cui's shabby house.

Du Manzhi opened the cover, revealing a section of the paper palace wall painted vermilion!