My life of martial arts training

At this time, the ghost charm is spreading, and it has become half a ghost realm. If it continues to delay, the White Walkers will soon be completely revived.

The mud dog came to the side hall on the first floor, stopped at the door, grinned fiercely, and shouted: "Woof, woof, woof!"

A terrifying figure followed suit and walked out of the side hall.

The originally ferocious mud dog suddenly clamped its tail, and the roar in its mouth turned into a whimper. It hid behind Shen Yuan, trembling.

From this point, it can be seen that the mud and stone dog has a high level of intelligence, bullies the weak and fears the strong, and shows its ability to fight against the power of others incisively and vividly.

"You dare to bully my dog?" Shen Yuan snorted coldly, and a dozen talismans appeared, injecting real energy, quickly forming seals with his hands, and chanting a spell:

"Om, hum, hum, San Tan Na Han Nan Yan Qian Yi took photos𠡠, and the Nine Heavens Capital Fire and Thunder Department..."

The talisman burst out with red and blue light, turning into blazing fire and dazzling thunder, and attacked the White Walkers together.

During these three years, he not only stayed in seclusion, but also learned how to use talismans.

After all, you don’t have to be a bastard if you have talismans. No matter what you are, you’re a strange ghost. Just eat my set of talismans first.

Although the power will be reduced after leaving Daozhou, the quality is not enough and the quantity must be made up. For this reason, he also specially purchased a batch of talismans, just in case.

However, due to the extreme nature of Zhiyang Zhenqi, he could only use thunder and fire talismans. The power of other talismans would be greatly reduced, but for him, it was enough.

boom! !

Thunder and fire struck the White Walker, and the White Walker's raised palm stopped in mid-air.

Ming Zongqiang spit out a mouthful of blood, and the bone sword suddenly burst into bright blood, and the fourth and fifth blood lotuses bloomed one after another.

"Cut." His face turned pale slightly and his figure flashed.

puff!

The sound of the blade being as sharp as flesh reached my ears.

The terrifying blood flames burned the White Walkers, making a "cracking" burning sound. The surrounding ghosts tried to extinguish the blood flames, but were stopped by Shen Yuan on the side.

The blood flame gradually formed an extremely blooming blood lotus, with the White Walkers located at the center. The ghost rhyme that was originally churning stopped at this moment, and the White Walkers temporarily fell into a state of silence.

Shen Yuan stepped forward and grabbed the White Walker. Suddenly, the source of chaos began to pour into his body.

He took out the body bag and put it on the White Walker.

With a sneer, the bag was closed tightly, the ghostly charm subsided, and everything around him returned to normal.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, for your help." Ming Zongqiang thanked him.

"Fighting the White Walkers is everyone's responsibility." Shen Yuan said calmly.

"Father, are you okay?" Ming Yuzhu hurried over, followed by an old man, who was another Qi Fusion Realm member of the Ming family.

"The energy and blood have been depleted a bit." Ming Zong waved his hand forcefully and looked at Shi Wen'an with an apology on his face:

"I'm really sorry for disturbing a few of you. Later I will order someone to give you a small gift to express my gratitude."

"Yes." Shi Wen'an nodded and did not refuse.

His current identity is not suitable for him to be recognized by the Ming family, and he is not ready to join the Ming family again.

Although the Ming family is his descendant, the people he is familiar with have long since died. Apart from the blood relationship, the people of the Ming family are actually no different from strangers. He helps them because he doesn't want his lineage to disappear like this.

"Let's go back to sleep." Long Aokong said.

"Mr. Shen, look..." Ming Zongqiang hesitated.

"The White Walkers will be given to you tomorrow." Shen Yuan said casually. The source of chaos inside had not been completely absorbed, so how could he let go.

"Thank you." Ming Zongqiang said.

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Kulin Town is located in the southeast of Gushan Prefecture in Suizhou and belongs to a gentle area.

Kulin Town was originally an ancient battlefield. I don’t know how many people died and it was overgrown with weeds. But I don’t know when the abandoned land became extremely fertile. Countless towering trees rose from the ground. The growth over several decades is comparable to the growth over hundreds of years in other forest lands.

Later, a strong man took a fancy to this area and opened up a small village in the dense forest. As time passed, the village became more and more prosperous and gradually turned into a town, which was later known as Kulin Town.

In the dense forest, every tree grows very strangely. The outline on the trunk looks like a human face, with a painful expression.

Every time a gust of wind blows, the jungle will emit a wail of pain.

A team was walking in the dense forest at this time.

The monks in yellow clothes wearing conical hats, holding prayer flags and flags, walked forward with solemn expressions.

Various prayer flags and Dharma flags surround a large Dharma bed sedan.

Next to the sedan, there is a monk holding up a curtain. The silk strips under the curtain are swaying in the wind. A monk with a white monk's robe and a different face is sitting cross-legged on the Dharma bed under the curtain. His hands are clasped and his lips are moving. He didn't care about the changes at all and just recited the scriptures with all his heart.

He has sunken eyes, a hooked nose, and a seemingly peaceful face, but there is a trace of anger between his brows.

"Brother, we seem to be trapped in a certain formation." Beside the Dharma sedan, a monk clasped his hands and said respectfully.

The monk in white slowly opened his eyes, and a seven-color treasure wheel circled around his body and spread out to the outer layer.

He held it in vain with one hand, as if picking an invisible lotus.

"The Nine-Nine Mysterious Ghost Array can't trap me yet." The monk in white smiled faintly, and the six-color treasure wheel emitted a soft light.

His eyes shone brightly, and everything in front of him became vague, like a bright mirror, reflected in his heart.

With a gesture of his hand, the trees on the side of the road suddenly collapsed, sawdust flew, and turned into a lotus lantern.

The white monk's fingertips lit up white light, and he gently tapped the lotus lantern, which immediately emitted a white and soft white light.

"Take it and you can get out."

"Yes." The lotus lantern slowly floated in front of the yellow monk and took it respectfully.

Guided by the lotus lantern, the team went around and around for dozens of times and finally walked out of the dense forest.

This is a prosperous town called Kulin.

From a distance, Kulin Town is extremely prosperous, with a large population, and curling smoke rising straight into the sky.

This peaceful and beautiful scene is full of ominousness in the eyes of the white monk.

Black clouds covered the top, but in this black cloud, there was a red light, which was both an opportunity and a danger.

There were not many people at the entrance of Kulin Town. There were only two guards on duty, dozing against the wall, and they did not express any reaction to the arrival of a group of monks.

Entering the town, there were dozens of warriors squatting next to them, looking listless.

Seeing a group of monks coming in, these people were surprised, and their eyes showed fear. They carefully went into the alley.

"Stop!"

A yellow monk shouted angrily: "Why are you running away when you see the Zen master?"

"It's our poor eyesight. I pay my respects to the Buddha." A warrior who was targeted said respectfully with an expression that was uglier than crying.

"You should be punished for being disrespectful to the Buddha." The yellow monk said expressionlessly, and a whip made of vertebrae appeared in his hand, and he whipped the warrior.

"Buddha, spare my life, I...ah!"

With a shrill scream, the tail end of the whip pierced into the warrior's vertebrae. The yellow monk's face was hideous and he whipped it hard.

Puff!