Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Fuxian Ridge.

The night was dark.

In a mountain temple built halfway up the mountain, there is a statue of a **** with kind eyes and a jade bottle in hand.

Incense and candles were burning on the table in front of the statue, and the swaying lights reflected on the statue, adding a mottled light and dark luster.

A hunched old man dressed in an old Taoist robe, with sparse hair, sat cross-legged on a futon in front of the desk.

He was clearly dressed as a Taoist priest, but he held a string of black rosary beads, like a Buddhist monk, sitting on his back.

Outside the mountain temple, there is a courtyard, planted with tall pines and cypresses, and the lush canopy rustled in the night wind.

Suddenly, a shadow entered the courtyard, and the swaying pine and cypress branches suddenly stopped.

I saw that the shadow was a blood-robed boy with pale and transparent complexion, blood-red eyes, a ghostly mist all over his body, a string of fist-sized skulls hanging around his neck, walking in the night, quietly Silent.

The blood-robed boy came to the temple, knelt on his knees, and said respectfully:

"Old Ancestor, 36 virgins and 35 virgins have been captured tonight. According to your instructions, only one virgin is needed to open the 'Blood Transformation Wraith Formation tonight' ', to offer sacrifices to the Great Compassion God Sovereign."

In the temple, the Chai Daoist who was sitting on his knees snorted, his voice was low and hoarse, "Who is the poor virgin?"

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Just said this—

Pop!

With a soft sound, one of the rosary beads in the hand of the Chai Daoist suddenly shattered and turned into gray-white powder.

The turbid eyes of Daoist Chai suddenly became eerie and sharp, and there was a bloodthirsty cold and stern luster.

"The water worm is dead."

The Chai Daoist looked sharply at the blood-robed boy kneeling outside the hall, and said in a cold voice, "Among the twelve ghost servants accepted by this seat, Shui Ming is the most promising On the path of Yuan Dao, he became a good seedling of a ghost cultivator, but now... he is dead..."

The Daoist Chai interrupted: "No need, the lack of a sacrifice is nothing, if you miss the most yin season of the year, all the preparations in this seat can be done. In vain."

After a pause, he took a deep breath and said, "You go to prepare the sacrifice, and in a quarter of an hour, I will run the 'Blood Transformation Wraith Array' in person."

"Yes!"

The **** boy got up, hurried into the depths of the courtyard, came to an ancient well, and jumped in.

In the mountain temple, Chai Daoist stood up from the futon, turned to look at the **** statue holding a jade bottle, and there was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his lips.

"The worldly people worship mountain gods like you with incense day and night, but in my eyes, you are just a clay sculpture embryo after all, those mortals think that burning incense to worship, they can get blessings , is really pathetic and ridiculous."

Chai Daoist shook his head.

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The night was dark.

Outside the courtyard of the mountain temple, in the distance, the figures of Su Yi and Yuan Heng came.

Yuan Heng spoke in a low voice.

"The mountain temple is indeed a mountain temple, but it was occupied by an old ghost with Taoism."

Su Yi said, his eyes fell on the courtyard

Both sides of the door.

Although it was a dark night with no stars and no moon, under Su Yi's spiritual sense, he could still clearly see a couplet on both sides of the door.

The couplet has long been damaged and faded, and it can be seen vaguely that it reads:

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"Vanity Fair is nothing but a theater, and it is on the spot."

After watching, Su Yi shook his head secretly, this couplet was obviously not left by the cultivator.

For the secular people, the principle of "good and evil cause and effect" expounded in this couplet can indeed calm the mind and guide people towards goodness.

But in the eyes of cultivators, I am afraid that few will believe the retribution of "good and evil".

However, Su Yi is certain that there is indeed the power of cause and effect in this hidden heaven, but it has nothing to do with "retribution of good and evil".

While thinking about it, Su Yi put his hands on his back, as if he was traveling in the night, and walked into the mountain temple with demeanor.

Yuan Heng followed.

Wow~~

In the courtyard, the tall pine and cypress trees slammed violently, and among the dense branches that covered the sky, there were bursts of eerie whispers.

"Hey, in the middle of the night, there are still big living people coming?"

"This is a ghost festival, are they here to offer incense? Hahaha, it's interesting."

"Well, little brother, look at your tender skin, do you want to play with the slave family?"

A graceful figure suddenly swept down from the canopy and came to Su Yi.

I saw her 28 years old, fair complexion and beautiful, dressed like a daughter of gold, holding a lotus leaf fan, her beautiful eyes looked at Su Yi boldly and fiery, and deliberately put the pair in front of her Tall and packed plump and full.

Not waiting for Su Yi to speak, Yuan Heng shouted: "Bold and evildoer, even if you don't look at what you are, you dare to show off your coquettishness in front of my master.

Boom!

When he spoke, Yuan Heng slapped it with a palm, like a mighty god.

Su Yi glanced at Yuan Heng and said, "In the future, keep a low profile.

Yuan Heng suddenly showed a look of fear, and quickly said: "Master, don't worry, Yuan Heng will never be so reckless in the future."

Su Yi nodded and said, "The ghosts in this courtyard are handed over to you."

Speaking, he has gone to the mountain temple.

Before entering this place, he caught a ghostly cultivator's breath in his mind, which is located in this temple.

"I didn't expect to meet a fellow Taoist in this barren hills and mountains. It's really rare."

In the temple, the old Chai Daoist held a rosary and looked at Su Yi who was walking step by step. Although there was a look of surprise on his brows, he was not afraid.

Su Yi glanced up and down at Daoist Chai, and said indifferently: "Juyin jade came from your hands?"

, I also hope that fellow Daoist can raise your hand, otherwise, fighting and killing will not be good for anyone after all."

Speaking, he bowed slightly, clasped his fists in salute, and lowered his posture very low.

Su Yi couldn't help laughing, and said, "What kind of thing are you worthy of talking about the word 'daoist' with someone Su?"

Chai Daoist's cheeks flashed blue, and he slowly straightened his body, and a cold and terrifying aura also permeated his body

His turbid eyes glowed with bloodthirsty and gloomy luster, staring at Su Yi in front of the gate of the mountain temple, and said coldly:

Su Yi laughed and said, "Your face is worth a few pieces of paper money, do you want me to burn it for you later?"

"Huh."

Daoist Chai also laughed, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, a piece of blood swept out.

Boom!

Behind him, the statue collapsed suddenly, and almost at the same time, a bone knife with a gray breath swept out from inside the statue.

Clang!

Chai Daoist grabbed his hand, and the bone knife fell into his hand.

The bone knife is only two feet long, white and clear, as thin as a cicada's wing.

In the eyes of Su Yi today, such tricks are completely unsightly.

Boom!

Su Yi flicked his fingers, and the sword was broken.

In the temple, Chai Daoist's pupils shrank.

Su Yi asked: "Tell me, why do you use the yin-gathering jade to harm people, like you, a ghost cultivator who has already embarked on the path of Yuandao cultivation, it seems that there is no need to do such vicious sins things."

Chai Daoist sneered, did not answer, his figure swayed suddenly.

Boom~

The ghost fog filled the air, and his figure directly turned into a height of three feet, bursting a hole in the beam of the temple, and scattered tiles and stones.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Daoist Chai's slender and hunched figure, becoming majestic like a mountain, with muscles on his body stretched like rocks, his eyes scarlet, and his suffocating aura surged into the sky.

Clang!

As Daoist Chai exerted his strength, the two-foot-long bone knife in his hand suddenly swelled into a substantial gray blade.

Then the soles of the feet slammed on the ground and slashed towards Su Yi with a knife.

Boom!

This knife is more than twice as powerful as before!

If you change to other inedias cultivators, I am afraid that I will not dare to be sharp at all.

But Su Yi's eyes showed a hint of ridicule.

"Beyond your power!"

His sleeves swelled, raised one palm, clenched his fist into a seal, and smashed it in the void.

Boom!

Boom!

The fist mark remained unabated, and smashed directly on Chai Daoren, and saw his 30-foot-tall figure immediately make a dull sound of bone shattering, like a punctured ball Yes, with a final bang, he was smashed to the ground by this fist mark.

The whole body is broken, the skin is cracked and the flesh is flying.

Following, the entire temple collapsed and turned into ruins under the impact of such fighting forces.

It was just one punch to suppress this powerful Inedia Realm Ghost Cultivator!

In the courtyard, Yuan Heng, who had already planned to do it, was stunned when he saw this.

That punch looks like it came from the hand of an immortal in the sky, and the terror is boundless!

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ps: Happy Qixi Festival, children's shoes~~