My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Outside the Survival Gate, Wen Shang huddled behind an unknown statue, stroking his beating heart with one hand, letting sweat flow from his brow.

This ghost place is really evil like boiling water, and my heart can't bear it if I stay for a second longer; it's true that the Taoist priests are wearing Taoist uniforms, but it's not necessarily the Taoist priests who don't look like human beings.

At first, Wen Shang looked at the mirror placed on the stage for people to see. It was normal to reflect all kinds of things experienced by the people who entered it. After watching it for a while, he felt that something was a little strange. It took me a while to realize where the strange thing was - when they came in just now, there was already a picture in the mirror, indicating that eight people had gone in before they came out, but before those people came out, another nine people went in, The screen then changed to the screen of those nine people, and the question came up, what were the previous eight people doing!

He stared at the breezy environment in the mirror. Relying on his six senses, which were ineffective at times, he found an inconspicuous corner and pinched a clairvoyant. If it is used well, sometimes it can be used as a tactic of the truth, stealing some truth from others to listen to.

The perspective talisman was pinched just right, Wen Shang moved the white talisman to his eyes, looked at the mirror, good guy, he was startled, there was no blue sky in the mirror at all, the sky inside was gray for the walking petitioner Yes, the road is paved with bones.

With this realization comes danger.Wen Shang put away the perspective talisman, and all the people watching the excitement under the stage turned into paper-cut figures, and the Taoist priests on the stage held the paper-cut figures on the ground in their hands.

He was found.

"The ascetics who come to make trouble these days are dead without even bones. Are you going to die?" The Taoist priests on the stage gathered the paper-cut figures, confidently not to take Wen Shang into consideration.

Wen Shang went to Nanyu Xianmen to practice Taoism at the age of 12. He has been practicing Taoism in Nanyu Xianmen for eight years. He stayed in Luoshui for the first six years to practice spiritual talismans. In the next two years, he went to the swordsmanship school to do nothing for two years in order to learn swords. He practiced hard, so before the battle, he wasn't sure what chance he had of winning.

The opponent is at least two people, he is alone, he can barely support one-on-one, one-on-two, he is not so clever and exquisite, he can do two things with one mind.

It would be great if He Wangxun was here, Wangxun can divide his mind into twelve uses, he can memorize books while playing chess with others, and at the same time, he can transform spirits and control water to pinch a water man out.

"I knew there were no such good things in the world, so tell me, what exactly do you want to do?" Lied some ordinary people who didn't understand anything, tricked them into the so-called door of survival, and hypocritically said that a wish could be fulfilled, but in fact, they did. It is the fish waiting to be slaughtered, being played with between the palms of the hands.

"From the time you enter the door, there is no chance to go out again." The Taoist said: "The door of survival is the door of death. No one who enters can come out alive. Even if they can come out, it is because we want them to come out, so they can come out." .”

Wen Shang thought of Xue Huan who had been tricked in, and said angrily: "Release my master quickly, or the immortal Nanyu will never forgive you."

"Xianmen Nanyu? Heh~" The Taoist smiled disdainfully, "What is Xianmen, how dare you compare it with my lord's order!"

Wen Shang replied with a disrespectful smile, and said, "My lord? Where is your lord hiding in a sewer now like a turtle without showing his face? Let my master out quickly, and you won't die."

The Taoist priest raised his eyes and lowered his voice, "Arrogance!"

After all, the figures of the two Taoist priests on the stage changed rapidly, surrounded by paper figurines, dancing wildly under the control of black spiritual magic.

Wen Shang pinched his own spiritual skills, dazzled by his eyes, his usual good temper was a little irritable, he squeezed out a fire talisman, and cursed: "Why fly, see if I don't burn you all!"

Wen Shang's cultivation base is not outstanding among the many disciples of Xianmen, but he is not an ordinary person who cannot be found in the crowd. Quite a way to go.

He summoned a row of talismans to form a protective circle around himself. The outermost talisman was a fire talisman, and the troublesome paper-cut man would be burned to ashes by the sparks as soon as he touched it.However, the maintenance effect of the fire talisman is short, and after burning two or three paper figurines, a new replacement has to be made.

Therefore, the "fragile" protective circle woven by Wenshang was quickly attacked and riddled with holes.

The paper-cut people over there are densely packed, and their ability to reproduce is beyond the power of his spell.As soon as Wen Shang was not paying attention, a thin cut was made on his arm by the paper figurine, and blood oozes from the wound immediately.

Wen Shang had to gather his scattered spiritual sense, and the speed of pinching the talisman in his hand became faster.He first summoned a row of spells to resist for a while, and then performed light kung fu and jumped onto the tile roof, gathered spiritual powers with both hands, and exploded a red spiritual breath.Wen Shang pulled with two fingers, and a chain of flames came out.

The name of the chain is Shuling Liuying, which is a magic talisman technique created by Nanyu Luoshui. Its power can shake the mountains and rivers, and change the color of the sky and the earth.However, high-level spiritual techniques have very high requirements for the operator. Not only does it require the cultivator's own spiritual techniques to reach the black level, but there are also restrictions on age - if you are under seventeen, binding the spirit and flowing shadow is a forbidden technique.

As for why it is a forbidden technique, Wen Shang can't think about it without thinking about it. Right now, what he cares about is whether he can firmly control the spiritual power of the chain and whether he can save his life.

Wen Shang prayed in his heart that nothing would go wrong, raised his hand and swung the chain across.

A stream of spiritual phantoms pierced through the wind, sweeping across the area, sparks sparked wherever they touched, and turned the unsightly paper-cut man into ashes.

In order to avoid the chains, the two Taoist priests cut out the paper figurines with spiritual methods.

Wen Shang's bad mood finally got better. While withdrawing the spirit method, he felt the pride that he was actually a master.

Maybe he took it back too early, and he was too happy too early. Those two Taoist priests were not easy-going lamps at all.

Wen Shang exclaimed, the hand that had just controlled the chain of Ling Liuying was no longer working, and the spirit that gathered for a long time turned into a chain with chopsticks that was still extremely unstable. He sighed and sideways escaped an attack in embarrassment , when he turned upside down in the air and landed, he happened to bump into another attack from a Taoist priest.

A mouthful of blood fell down his mouth unexpectedly.

Wen Shang's heart ached sharply, but without a chance to breathe, he immediately dealt with the double attack of the paper figurine's spirit method seamlessly.

He was injured just now, so his dodge was a bit slower, and he had no time to run when he came over with a spiritual move, so he blocked it with his elbow abruptly; at this moment, his ankle was entangled by the paper man, and he was lying on his back under Standing in the air, his wrists were entangled by the paper-cut man, cutting off his spirit control.

Those two Taoist priests, one standing on the ground and the other floating in the air, were playing with the paper-cut figure while laughing ferociously; Wen Shang became the fish on their board, struggling with all his strength, and the shackles on his hands became tighter and tighter .

One of the Taoist priests may have had some hatred with Xianmen in the past, and he opened his mouth to speak rudely: "The people in Xianmen are all a bunch of wine bags and rice bags. They are admired by the people, but they can't even catch a demon. To say they are rice buckets is also insulting this word."

Wen Shang's limbs were pulled by the paper figurine, and the pain in his injured chest could not be relieved, and he couldn't harden his mouth after hearing such oblique scolding from him, and he couldn't help but feel reconciled.

I think he is 20 years old, his cultivation base has not yet been capped, his achievements in killing demons are not obvious, he has not learned much after worshiping a master, he went to Nanyu in a daze, and came to an inconspicuous experience, packing himself up and giving it to the demon. .

I haven't met the girl I like, and I haven't tasted the taste of so-called love... Those friends of swordsmanship are not around, and they died in the wilderness, what a result of not accumulating virtue...

Wen Shang lamented the end of his life at this moment, and suddenly felt the paper-cut man with his hands bound was shaken away, and an unknown force lifted him up from behind his waist, and gently put him down on the ground like a delicate object.

The paper-cut man standing in the air was torn apart by a series of spiritual power, and hit the Taoist priest behind the scenes.

The person who came was dressed in black, wrapped in spirit, like a cloud of black mist, he picked up the firewood piled up in the corner of the courtyard and threw it at the two Taoist priests, and beat him all over with a few sticks Unrecognizable.

This person took care of these two evil Taoist priests so easily, with a leisurely figure, which made Wen Shang's slight suspicion of himself turned into a considerable lack of self-confidence - his cultivation base has regressed by more than a bowl The level, but the capacity of a large pot.

After the man finished beating the two Taoist priests, he lightly landed in front of the mirror on the stage, not knowing what he was looking at.

Looking at it from his angle, Wen Shang could only see the broken hair on his sideburns.This man was covered with a black veil, covering most of his face tightly. He looked like a thief, but he didn't have the temperament.

He has a good figure, Wen Shang looked at him, his waist was narrow and his legs were slender with a black engraved belt, his broad shoulders, and a chic cloak, although he could barely make out his figure, but if he could show his face, his appearance should not be bad.

Wen Shang's spirit talisman is not bad, and he can also be a good hand at reading. He is sure that this person must be a righteous knight in the rivers and lakes.

"Well, your Excellency...you have a really graceful figure." Wen Shang's words made many turns and turns, and there was a huge gap between what he thought in his heart and what he said. He wanted to ask the person's name, where they came from Pai, but felt old-fashioned, not at all good at striking up a conversation, but he didn't know how to speak without asking these questions. As soon as the words came out, his tongue curled up and he asked an even stupider question.

The man looked back at him and said nothing.

Now, Wen Shang could see his two eyes, which were covered by most of his face, narrow and long, glistening with water, which should be sparkling, but looking at them made people uneasy and wanted to avoid them.

Robbery?Wen Shang's mind flickered, and he changed his course. It should be to keep strangers away.

There are only two kinds of eyes in this world, those who can see and those who cannot, and the eyes of this person can't help but feel like they want to get close but are forcibly pushed away by a force in the dark, or in other words, they seem like a good person More like a bad guy.

Wen Shang watched him take a step forward, regretted that he had greeted him, and secretly retreated a little later, trying to escape.

As soon as he had this thought, the man opened his mouth. His voice quality was like iron hitting ice, and each sound made Wen Shang's eyes glow.

"The graceful description is a girl, am I?"