Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

As soon as the door of the bedroom in the west wing was opened, a cool breeze sneaked in.

There was endless applause in the courtyard.

"Friend Wooden!"

Li Pu'er reinforced a talisman on the spirit screen, and was about to walk out holding the sword.

When he reached the edge of the spirit screen, a white shadow fell from the sky and hit him right in front of him, splashing a large handful of black water.

The hanged ghost whose neck was broken was lying in front of Li Pu'er, half of his face was submerged in the black water, and the remaining half of his face was full of panic and panic.

"...I'll be good." Li Pu'er exclaimed in a low voice, took a few steps back, and looked up at Elder Chu in midair.

Clapping her hands together, Chu Lan raised her lips to a row of white-clothed ghosts hanging in the corner of the beam, and said with a smile, "Are you here?"

Hanged ghosts: You are welcome, you are welcome.

Unexpectedly, you squeezed me, I squeezed you, retreated back and forth, and formed into a ball at the corner of the beam.

Chu Lanyin slowly fell back to the ground.

"Little Pu'er." He folded his arms and said, "Stay where it's cool."

"Oh? Oh! Oh oh oh!"

Li Pu'er's expression changed several times, and there was a big ups and downs in the tone, and he sat cross-legged on the spot and sat down again.

With the horizontal sword in his hand, he added a few more talismans to the spirit screen.

The few people who were in the spirit screen were all at a loss, the Xiao Daosheng just made a series of dolphin sounds inexplicably, and he didn't know what his intention was.

Looking outside the spirit screen, the doctor from the wood spirit root walked towards them through the black water.

While walking, he asked softly, "Is anyone injured?"

"Yes!" A newcomer immediately responded loudly.

When the tentacles forcibly pulled people into the house just now, they injured many people here. Although there were no fatal injuries, most of them had broken bones.

Common first aid for this kind of injury is difficult to have a great effect, and it needs medical and spiritual power in the realm of cultivation to be cured.

Li Pu'er: "Tsk."

He turned his mind sharply, turned his head and said sharply: "Hold on!"

Everyone was surprised.

This little Taoist student looked very kind, but he had a big temper, and his downcast face showed almost coercion and momentum.

The few people in the spirit screen were shocked, and no one dared to speak for a while, they looked at each other in blank dismay, only heard the strange sound of branches and leaves outside the house.

The vines swim close to the ground, crawling like water snakes.

Li Pu'er's scalp was numb, and he concentrated his spiritual power on the screen protecting the formation. He had almost broken through in cultivation, but there was a pain in his dantian for some reason.

"Brother." Chu Lanyin squinted her eyes, looking back and forth between Cangshan and Lingping, and said in a low voice, "I'm also injured, come and see me first, okay?"

Cangshan paused.

Looking back, he already had an anxious expression on his face, and said, "Lan Yin, where is the injury?"

"I sprained my ankle." Chu Lanyin leaned on the bed frame in the bedroom, the green silk hairband covered his eyes, and hid his expression in the dark place. The sword spirit bit his lip and said precariously: "I can't walk, pain."

"Damn, can it still be like this?!" The newcomer who was the first to shout out in the spirit screen was angry: "I don't have a good face these days, I can't act coquettishly, and I'm not even worthy of being rescued? Brother, brother, brother, come and see this side!"

Li Pu'er was about to die of being stupid by this person, and threw a silence curse over him, and said in a cold voice on purpose: "Don't make any noise."

Except for that silly newcomer, the rest of them also saw something strange, and they all raised their vigilance, watching every move outside.

Cultivator Mu Linggen was fast, using vines to drive away the ghosts still making trouble in the house, and was about to walk in front of Chu Lanyin.

At this moment, Chu Lanyin suddenly made a request: "No, this environment is too bad, can you help me clear the scene?"

"No problem." Cangshan replied, "There is no delay."

Chu Lanyin nodded and said, "Then come over here, I can't stand still."

Cangshan stepped forward a few steps, Chu Lanyin let go of the hand holding the bed post, and put it on Cangshan's shoulder.

The latter took advantage of the opportunity to hold his arm, with great concern: "Can you still stand still?"

Jian Ling suddenly sighed, and said in a low voice like a whisper: "It really disappoints Ling."

"Lane, you said—"

Before he finished speaking, Cang Shan's pupils shrank, and he lowered his head, only to see a long sword piercing through his chest!

The sword intent was raging, with great force, and it stabbed halfway in, and clusters of red flowers bloomed on the edge of the sword that pierced from the back of the heart.

Chu Lan twisted the hilt of her sword, and said in disgust, "I don't even know how to clear the field, and I hope you will be useful."

With force on his wrist, he smashed the person in front of him with his sword.

Exclamations continued in the spirit screen.

Li Pu'er turned around and saw that the people behind him covered their eyes with their hands, trembling uncontrollably.

No, it's not bloody either.

Fortunately, there was a slightly more courageous one, who opened a slit between his fingers, and said in fear: "Xianjun, what an offense, please Haihan! Dare to ask, dare to ask, are you practicing the righteous way?"

Li Pu'er: "..."

He suddenly had a sense of drama, and smiled charmingly: "Guess."

The copy ghosts split by a sword gathered in mid-air, with a pair of black eyes protruding from their pale faces, glaring at Chu Lanyin: "How do you see my phantom?"

Chu Lanyin pointed to her temple.

The shape-changing ghost wondered: "What do you mean? Could it be that you have some secret way to recognize the sea?"

Chu Lanyin replied sincerely: "No, he has a good brain. You can't do it here."

"Don't be complacent!" The changeling bared his teeth, and said in a ruthless voice: "Instead of being eaten by this house, let us have an appetizer. I promise to give you a good time, otherwise after a while—it's not good!"

After screaming, it swayed suddenly, and the ghost coiled in the room suddenly roared loudly, its sound was sharp and piercing, piercing.

They escaped from the cracks in the corner of the wall with lightning speed, and the ghosts in the room disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"what happened?"

"The door is closed again!"

The door was never opened.

Everything just now is just an illusion.

Liu Fengmao, who had been beating and biting ghosts in the house, jumped to Chu Lanyin's shoulder, and said vigilantly: "The ghost energy has changed, and here will be a vortex, condensing into an independent law."

Chu Lan raised two fingers together, and her spiritual power crossed the blade.

Lan Yin's sword was full of spiritual power, exuding a dazzling luster.

—A crisis is coming.

study.

A few people walked back and forth in the house several times, except for the strange painting of figures hanging down, there was no clue about the rest.

Liu Yunshang turned into a weapon, frowned, and felt a change in the ghostly aura.

"--what!"

Then there was a scream, opening the prologue of the night.

Jiang Momo almost fell to the ground and was supported by Liu Yunshang. She pointed to the painting on Bai Xuan and said tremblingly, "Eyes! Their eyes moved!"

She doesn't need to mention it, as long as everyone present is not blind, they will understand.

The eyeball of the person in the painting, which was originally squeezed in the upper right corner of the eye, turned around and became the center of the eye socket.

Rao was Song Xingbei, and he didn't feel cold behind his back, and said to Cangshan: "Senior, this is too weird, it really smells like infinite flow, could it be, did that bastard really integrate Taihui into their game field, That day said—”

"The Dao of Heaven is probably still dozing off." Xie Cangshan narrowed his eyes, "It's impossible for this painting to move inexplicably. This place is called Zhou Mansion, and the couplet at the door says life and death, cycle and cycle, the two houses must be related."

Turning to Liu Yunshang, she said, "Miss Liu, when the underworld is haunted by ghosts and blocks spiritual power, it will use a special method to communicate. Can you contact your cat?"

Liu Yunshang had already condensed her mind, and communicated with Liu Fengmao.

Her cat had been waiting for her by the river Styx for a long time.

After Liu Yunshang's death, his soul returned to the underworld, and he killed many evils in his hands, but the battlefield of the human race is that swords have no eyes, and such cause and effect have other calculations in the book of the underworld.

And Liu Yunshang died at the Lanyin sword, which implicated the monks. Several people who presided over the reincarnation platform decided to mention Nalanyin sword spirit to inquire.

However, the ghost officer of Xunlan Yinjian ran into the sword spirit in front of the gate of the underworld just after walking not far away.

Because the Liu family protects the country of Li, and the monarch of the country of Li is a kind person, he never took the initiative to raise troops to light the flames of war. Liu Yunshang fought to protect the people of the country of Li in this life. Her fate in the next life is not bad. The next life that can be cast is still a daughter of an aristocratic family, and there are a lot of vacancies in the reincarnation of that year, maybe you can get the emperor's pulse if you give it a try.

Because Chu Lan was floating in the underworld with her hands up, she attracted the attention of all the ghosts and ghost officials.

Several of the ghost officials gasped for non-existent air. When the ancient Xingcheng was in chaos, almost all the ghost officials in the underworld were running tasks day and night. Sword Spirit was short of breath.

Lan Yinjian didn't talk much, so she drifted to the Samsara stage coldly, and talked for half an hour with the Ghost Lord who presided over the Samsara stage.

Half an hour later, Gui Jun also sent him out with a tight chest and shortness of breath.

When Sword Spirit came to the Styx River, Liu Yunshang was hugging her cat and crying.

Liu Feng, the cat, was adopted by Liu Yunshang when he was still a small kitten no bigger than a palm. In other words, Liu Yunshang was responsible for picking it up, and another historian took care of it. Miraculously survived under the feeding method.

When it was no longer bald and could walk around, Liu Yunshang, who was recuperating in the army, remembered it, and took it to the pillow to rub it for a while.

It was snowing heavily outside the tent, and the kitten was greedy for warmth. From then on, it lived in the general's bed, and whoever moved it would be anxious.

Whenever the historian came back to General Liu's tent to deliver medicine, he would see the cat sleeping on its back, sometimes rolling on the pillow and snoring, which actually helped the general get a good night's sleep.

The battle situation is urgent, and the appearance of the demon soldiers has deterred the enemy, but the situation is still not optimistic.

Liu Yunshang was slashed on the shoulder and almost lost half of her arm. She lay on her back on the wooden bed, her breathing was inaudible, and the girl Jiang who followed her was crying, wetting one towel after another.

The sword spirit sat upright by the window, behind the curtain was a white world.

He didn't have many chances to actually go on the battlefield, and the demon soldiers without spiritual support were restrained layer by layer. He admitted frankly that where the murder was too heavy, the possibility of losing control was greater, so Liu Yunshang didn't dare to take risks.

But once the spiritual power is used, it is a matter of life and death, and it is still General Liu's life that is burned.

However, he was often stationed in the army, and he unexpectedly produced an excellent effect. The floating and icy sword spirit was like a ghost, erratic and frightening.

Few people talked to him, and the soldiers couldn't understand what he was doing, so they gradually got used to him sitting at the window and watching all day long, which was better than wandering around in the middle of the night.

The historian came in with a medicine bowl carefully, and glanced at the sword spirit by the window with some trepidation. He knew that this was a demon soldier who could turn the tide, but he also clearly understood that this was something that would kill Liu Yunshang.

He couldn't treat him with a peaceful mind.

Jiang Yatou's eyes were swollen into walnuts. She took the medicine bowl and fed it to Liu Yunshang little by little. After half of the bowl was fed, Liu Yunshang also woke up.

Her subtle movements startled the cat nestled beside the pillow, and she hooked her long dry hair with its paws to play, but was hugged away by the historian.

Liu Yunshang's pale lips curled into a smile, watching the cat move dishonestly in the historian's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I always forgot to ask, who named it?"

The historian sat on the bedside table, and when she heard her sudden question, he answered very embarrassedly: "It's me."

The female general only recently found out that this cat cub has a famous name, "Liu Feng".

She didn't ask any more questions, and remained silent for a long time, with a bitter smile on her lips, she closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.

In this way, Liu Fengmao survived in the army. It lived in one winter and died in the next winter.

It is difficult for a human being to survive, let alone a cat.

Maybe it's Chu Lanyin who is most often haunted by this cat besides Liu Yunshang. The sword spirit doesn't know how to deal with this kind of soft and furry creature. Porcelain Chulanyin.

Sword spirits are born capable of raising spirits, and cats are psychic creatures. Because Chu Lan doesn't work out of the account, Liu Feng doesn't leave the account either.

One day, Chu Lan was about to tear off his clothes and leave because he had caught him again, but she heard a spiritual voice from the cat and said anxiously: "Yunshang! Yunshang!"

Chu Lan went to look for the historian, and the historian went crazy and ran out to call the military doctor. It turned out that Liu Yunshang had an old injury and vomited blood in a coma.

The military doctor was saving people, but the historian stood by the wooden bed and held Liu Yunshang's hand, crying unexpectedly.

In the army, Sword Spirit saw tears too many times, those tears that he could really "see", but he still didn't understand the deep meaning of them, these teardrops like disconnected threads contained too many mysteries.

Liu Feng huddled beside Liu Yunshang's other hand, licking the back of her hand lightly with his tongue.

No one knew what Liu Yunshang meant to Liu Feng, it was a pair of bloody but still warm hands before it was about to die, a person who was always covered in bruises, it was its nest, it was its home.

Later, Liu Feng was waiting for the arrival of the female general by the Styx River.It has opened its spiritual intelligence, and it also has the gifted ability of sound transmission. There is no spell or spirit screen that can stop its sound transmission.

Working with its partner, Liu Yunshang can communicate regardless of all obstacles, which is why Liu Yunshang asked Liu Feng to go to the West Chamber.

As soon as this Liu Yunshang built a sound transmission bridge, he heard the frantic screams from the other side.

Liu Feng's strenuous biting and sharp meowing sounded in his ears, and the stronger sound was the whistling sword cry.

"Meow! Yunshang, how are you doing?!"

In the gap between the fighting, Liu Fengcai struggled to pass on a sentence, and the words were extremely intermittent.

The moment the ghosts withdrew from the west chamber, the black water on the ground here suddenly boiled, and countless evil things grew and rushed towards them.

That's a real monster.

Transformed by evil water, it once caused chaos in the world a hundred years ago.

Moreover, these evil things cannot be killed at all. After the body is smashed and falls into the water, new evil things will breed again.

The evil water is decreasing little by little, but the speed is too slow. Although these monsters are not strong enough to fight, they are continuous and extremely difficult to deal with.

Li Pu'er was asked by Elder Chu to concentrate on guarding the spirit screen. Most of the people behind him were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart. All the gods begged for it. A few of them were quite courageous. After a moment of deliberation, they also copied the guy and rushed out Road, as much as you can hit, can be regarded as sharing the pressure for the monks.

Because Chu Lan is too familiar with the evil things, the sword energy turns into a spirit, and harvests the evil things in the house.

Liu Feng's necromancy technique doesn't work against evil things, it dodges nimbly and avoids a sharp claw, and suddenly its tail sweeps against something, its whole body shakes, the tip of its tail flexes, and it throws the thing high, loudly Said: "What is this?!"

Sword Spirit raised his eyes, but saw that it was a square block of wood, with three long horizontal lines carved on it.

—he could see the horizontal line.

At the same time, in the study room, dark clouds gathered on the top of the beam without warning, and thunder struck down from the sky!

Cangshan used vines to wrap the two people within the range of the thunder and lightning, and the eyes of everyone were blinded by the light.

A big hole was cut in the ground, and more thunderbolts fell frantically one by one.

The author has something to say:

Chu Lanyin: Pretend to be him, this ghost is still young.

Leader of Gu·Pan·Shengyang: Let me prove that I have used this trick before!

Cangshan: Oh?

Old Man (probing): What happened when the temperature suddenly dropped?

There will be a certain amount of memories in this dungeon, hahaha, a pre-emptive preview√