My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

24 Fang Ding, heard the sound of ghosts screaming.

Xue Huan suddenly conjured up his long stick - Dayin.

The big sound of the long stick is a death without a blade.Dayin is a cold weapon, the whole body is as bright as a mirror, and the double head is engraved with the pattern of poinciana wood; its shape can disperse the hatred of ghosts, its color is as pure as spirit, and its strength can pass the world.

The red belt after Xue Huan's hair was affected by the spiritual method, and he rolled and danced. He said to the two sisters of the Jun family: "Stand away, be careful not to hurt yourself!"

He knocked out the big voice, and bumped into the ghost voice coming down the wind. He easily caught it, controlled it in the spirit, and brought it to the gossip array above the fake grave.Ghost voices hovered in the formation, and Xue Huan rubbed two fingers together to create a small flame and threw it on it.

All of a sudden, there was a mournful neighing, which caused deep and deep noises from all directions. It was so noisy, it was like a thousand ghosts coming out of their nest overnight, wandering around at night holding candles.

But this grand spectacle of ghosts traveling together only lasted for a short while, and the soul-stirring voice disappeared completely, completely inaudible.

Jun An's hanging heart rose to a new height, and he asked uncertainly, "Why is there no sound?" He turned his head to look at the burning flames on the formation, and saw that the red and green flames gradually subsided, In the end, it turned into a small green dot and disappeared in the silent night.

You know: "Failed? Or..."

At this time, Xue Huan had no reason to doubt whether there was something wrong with the formation, because the resentment had been ignited just now, which showed that this place met the condition of attracting ghost voices.The graveyard is inaccessible, there are only three of them, and the possibility of destroying the formation is zero, so the high probability of problems is force majeure factors other than the formation.

"No." Xue Huan gritted his teeth, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his pupils gleamed coldly.

He hit a certain place with a stick, and a little light burst out in the air. After that, a ghost with a stern eye and a white face fell to the ground, curled up in pain, and screamed.

Xue Huan understood what was going on in an instant. With his mouth pursed into a slit, he sneered a little, and said to the empty grave, "Since you know we're trying to lure you, why don't you come out and have a look around when you're here!"

Jun An was looking around in a daze, when suddenly a coolness passed over his cheeks, causing his eyelashes to tremble slightly.

Yan Zhou successfully stood in the center of the formation under Xue Huan's provocative method, and said bluntly: "I know you are looking for me, so I am here."

He raised his foot and changed the direction and continued: "You are making such a big noise that you will attract other irrelevant Taoist priests. I am helping you clean up."

The grievances from eight hundred miles underground in the fake graveyard were cut off by Yan Zhou in the middle of the communication. Originally, the ghost voice was also released by him after he caught a kid casually. Since the other party wanted to lure him out, why are there so many people watching? .

"I just happened to be wandering around. If you have something to do, please be brief. I'm very busy." Yan Zhou said.

Xue Huan smiled and said, "I don't have anything to look for you, here, the kid behind you wants to discuss exercises with you."

Jun An was called out suddenly, and he didn't even get over his hair, let alone himself, but he bit the bullet and boldly said: "Yes, that's right, I'm here to catch the demon."

Yan Zhou turned to face him, looked at him for a long time with a pair of cold purple eyes, and said without emotion: "I have seen you, you... the sword on your body is not bad."

Jun An: "..." Why are you talking about the sword, Jun An's whole body is tense, and his mind is temporarily blocked. Just after calling out Canglan, he thought of something in a daze, and said, "How do you know that I have a sword? When Huang Fu saw it, I didn't let you see my saber."

Yanzhou didn't answer, Xue Huan said for him: "That night at Jiuzhang Terrace, there was a scholar named Zhou Huan."

Jun Zhi's heart skipped a beat, "It's you."

Yan Zhou said casually: "That day I just went to eat a wedding candy and watch a play by the way, it didn't hurt anyone."

Thinking back to yesterday, Jun An temporarily forgot his fear, raised his eyes, and said, "You are a monster among us, and you pretend to be harmless to humans and animals. I almost believed your evil."

"Tsk tsk tsk, mortal flesh | body is really stupid, you save some effort on your mouth, and save some energy to go back and reflect on it."

Yan Zhou raised his voice, "Or, I can kill you." While speaking, a slender vine grew from behind him, like a poisonous snake, hovering in the air, spit out snake letters dangerously from time to time, and poked around. Find out.

Jun An immediately called out Cang Lan and shouted, "What kind of monster is this?"

The monster-like vine first protested, then obediently put away its edge, slowly retracted, wrapped around Yan Zhou a few times, and fell silent.

Yan Zhou's target didn't seem to be on Jun'an. He looked cold and said to Xue Huan: "I think you are the one who wants to kill me the most among you."

As he said that, he gathered spiritual power in his right palm, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's better for you to come."

Xue Huan turned his voice a few times, not to be outdone: "Of course, if you are afraid, you can beg for mercy, and I will definitely not let you go."

Before Xue Huan finished speaking, the vines wrapped around Yan Zhou's body suddenly moved, and the thin green vine tips didn't move forward, but pierced through Jun'an who was standing behind him without warning.

Jun Zhi was shocked, and swiped his sword to slash at the vine, but the vine was full of spiritual magic, not only could she not be hurt at all, but she was also ejected a few steps away by the spiritual magic.

Xue Huan reached Shang Yanzhou with a loud voice, lowered his voice in his ear and said harshly: "Your methods are really despicable."

Yanzhou seemed very happy, and replied: "Soldiers never tire of deceit, small tricks, praise."

Xue Huan was annoyed by him, and corrected him: "I'm not praising you."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Zhou's eyes suddenly fell on the long stick against him, and the rare curls carried a distant warm light, but only for a moment, and he returned to indifference.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" Yan Zhou said to himself, "Your name is Xue Huan?"

Xue Huan didn't answer, he asked again: "How many people did you kill with this stick?"

Xue Huan woke up from a big dream with hostility towards Yan Zhou. He never doubted that this person did all kinds of evil, because this guy surnamed Yan was really annoying at first.

"I haven't killed anyone, but I have killed many monsters and ghosts." Xue Huan said seriously, his orange eyes had already smashed this monster into thousands of pieces thousands of times.

"Sooner or later, you will die under my stick."

Yan Zhou nodded amusedly, squinted and said with a smile: "It's really exciting."

However, the ending sound of the word "waiting" disappeared between his lips and teeth, and the smile on Yan Zhou's face froze instantly. Almost at the same time, he swung Xue Huan away with a spiritual movement, and spun away from the center of the formation.

The vine was split by a sword secretly controlled by Xue Huan when he was indifferent.Under the attack, the green vine withdrew from Jun An's chest, turned into a copper thorn about one foot long, and flew back to Yan Zhou's hand.

There is a crack in the copper thorn, although there is no difference in response when touching it in the hand, but there is a tattoo on the sashimi, and the eyes can see it, which is not satisfactory.

Yan Zhou exerted strength, and the copper thorns exuding a ghostly purple light obediently disappeared.A round hole was poked out of Jun An's chest, blood flowed all over his body, and his consciousness had long since passed out. Without the support of the vines, he fell limply down.

Jun Zhi put away the sword, almost kneeling and rushed over.

"Junan!"

Xue Huan let out a bit of misfortune from his nostrils, and at the same time withdrew his stick and sword. He straightened his clothes and said unceremoniously, "I thought you were some kind of green vine spirit, so you also played some tricks."

"I advise you to play less evil weapons. If the evil spirits are not upright, you will be backlashed to death sooner or later."

"You remind me like this, so that I don't know whether you want me to die or not." Yan Zhou clasped his hands in front of his chest, and suddenly stretched out his four fingers to change into a spirit wheel formation. In the long night of loneliness, his hair was covered by Ling Feng. Blowing away revealed the covered cheeks, that face was very evil, covered with lines of black silk.

Before he left, the corner of his clothes brushed against Xue Huan's red belt, causing the opponent to emit a golden light to protect him from those unpredictable evil moves.

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In the middle of the night, in a small shop in Mingchuan, Xue Huan was giving spiritual infusion to the unconscious Junan. He tapped the Sifang acupoint on the man with great fanfare, and left the eight channels unblocked on the wound, so that he could not lose the spirit while infusion. Jun'an's own spiritual energy can be supplied, which saves him some energy.

After rescuing the man, Xue Huan gently laid him flat, turned over and put him on the bed, reassuring the calm Junzhi, told him to be careful to recover from his injuries for a few days, and then opened the door and went out.

You don't know where he is going, but it is inconvenient to ask more.

Coming out of the small shop, Xue Huanyu crossed the roof of the city with light kung fu, and returned to the fake grave after a short while.

On the chaotic pile of fake graves, Yan Zhou sat on a branch sticking out abruptly, without turning his head, he said coldly, "Here we come."

His voice was lazy, much weaker than the previous arrogant arrogance, as if he had fallen asleep and couldn't lift his spirits; but no matter how his voice changed, it sounded the same to Xue Huan, just as different. close to human.

"Why, come to me alone, and you want to die after you figure it out?" Xue Huan opened his mouth unceremoniously, cursing him.

"There are too few people to speak." Yan Zhou said.

Xue Huan immediately replied: "I told you earlier that it's okay to learn more. The village boy smiled. It's not natural to be disliked. You can't learn more."

"I can laugh," Yan Zhou said in a muffled voice, "Whenever they die in my hands, I will laugh. If you didn't see it, it doesn't mean that those who died couldn't see it."

Xue Huan murmured: "I will never change my nature."

"However, there is one thing I'm curious about. Why do you want to kill me?" With swaying branches and leaves, Yan Zhou got down from the tree, flew to stand in front of Xue Huan, and asked curiously.

"It seems that you have a bad memory. I told you that you destroyed the eight green ranks of the last ten formations, stole the Bingdilian of Nanfo, and—"

"I'm curious, why do you know about the affairs of the heavens." Xue Huan was interrupted before he finished speaking, Yan Zhou paused, and said, "I remember that you were not included in the battle of slaughtering the gods."

The massacre of gods 300 years ago was the greatest catastrophe in the world. Thousands of demons and ghosts attacked Sangchi, and the gods and demons launched their own defense battles. Since the world of demons and demons is not limited to rats, the heaven suffered heavy losses that time. Also died a god.

This battle caused a huge sensation in Kyushu. It took 240 nine days for the gods to gather the power of Taoism to drive away the demons and put out the flames. In order to eliminate the panic after the war, Taoism, under the command of the gods, Hanging the corpses of monsters to appease the people, announcing the victory of human beings and the defeat of evil, and encouraging everyone to learn Taoism and some self-defense techniques.Since then, the world has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and the weather has been good for a few years, and most people gradually forget about it.

"Nonsense, the Ten Square Formation is guarded by me."

"But the day I went, I didn't see you." Yan Zhou seemed to show off, "I especially easily destroyed the eight green steps."

Xue Huan remembered that he saw Yan Zhou. He was standing behind Yan Zhou and saw him arrogantly destroying the green ranks of the last ten formations. He wanted to stop him, but his body couldn't move at all. He also saw Yan Zhou. Zhou's gloomy and frightening face.

He was clearly present, why couldn't he stop him?

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Zhou took a small step forward slowly, and said with a gentle smile, "I know your long stick is called Dayin, can you tell me what is the name of your sword?" ?”

Xue Huan didn't know what bewitched him, and blurted out, "I'm shocked."

Yan Zhou nodded in satisfaction, "Have you ever killed anyone with it?"

Xue Huan shook his head: "No."

Yan Zhou in front of him turned into two, still shaking constantly, Xue Huan's eyelids were heavy, his head was a mess, and he reached out to touch him.

"Can you show me?" Yan Zhou said again.

Xue Huan obediently called out the shock.

A sword lay between the two of them, as if they were separated by mountains and rivers. Although they were very close, one had clear eyes, while the other seemed to have lost his soul. I'm afraid there were not only mountains and rivers between them, but also the sea.

Yan Zhou stretched out his hand to caress the gleaming blade of the sword, from the solid hilt to the carved spine, and then to the sharp tip.

The sword was slightly shorter than when he first saw it, but it was still shocking.

"Have you seen enough, old monster!"

Xue Huan woke up at some point, his eyes cleared of chaos, overflowing with awe-inspiring ruthlessness.He raised the big sound stick with his right hand and hit Yan Zhou directly, forcing him back tens of meters. Ling Xiao's spiritual method stirred up a strong wind, which blew away the fog in the forest and ignited the red fire in his eyes.

"It's despicable, old demon, and it's deceptive."

Yan Zhou didn't prevent him from pretending to be distracted, and now he couldn't resist Xue Huan's attack with his hands, so he had to plan to push him away first, and then look for an opportunity to fight back.

"You've already praised me before, so you don't have to do it so often." Yan Zhou replied stiffly.

Xue Huan added spiritual skills, without a trace of teasing on his face, he said: "Actually, you are not without merits, you are indeed invulnerable if you have no face or skin."

He flipped the big tone, and pierced the spiritual method with one hand and hit Yan Zhou's chest. Yan Zhou was forced, luck resisted, turned around in the air, and stopped.

"It seems that I made a mistake. You are a bit difficult to deal with."

He felt tightness and pain in his chest for a while, and soon the feeling disappeared.

Xue Huan danced a flower stick leisurely, and praised: "You are not too stupid if you have such an awareness. If so, it is better to end it today."

Da Yin is full of exorcism, and in Xue Huan's hands, it exerts its ability to kill demons to the extreme.The sharp wind blade was vicious, and the attack cut Yan Zhou's face, leaving a bloodstain.

However, it wasn't just this one place. Next, Yan Zhou couldn't bear Da Yin's all-round beating, and a lot of blood was poured out of his body.

It's just that these injuries came and went quickly, and the bloodstains on Yan Zhou's body healed automatically within a short while, leaving nothing but bloodstains on the original injured place.

Yan Zhou moved his wrist, "Do you really think you can kill me?"

He is immortal, no weapon in this world can hurt him.

Xue Huan didn't listen to his nonsense, and rushed up to pester him as usual, he put a stick on Yan Zhou's chest, and the latter used spiritual methods to control him, Xue Huan asked: "You have lived for so long, don't you know what humility is. "

As the words fell, the big sound stick in his hand suddenly changed shape and turned into shock, Yanzhou's pupils suddenly enlarged, and he was caught off guard by the tip of the sword from his chest to the back of his chest.

The blood nourished the body with shock.

Indeed, he is immortal, no weapon in this world can hurt him——

Except chills.