long night walk

Chapter 47 The White Tiger Talisman

In the world of practice, life and death are nothing more than ordinary things. To them, the sixteen lives are not their own family members, so how can they really care about them.

What they cared about was just thinking about how to please the person of Tianxi Sword Sect, but after knowing that he might be a disciple of Zhongyou Dynasty, they started to retreat again.

What a ridiculous scene.

Bai Lian looked at the golden spear tip lying across the young man's throat, and the intention of leaving in his heart had dissipated.

People treat me with sincerity, and I will treat others with sincerity.

Lin Guiyuan is a good person, but it's a pity that he has been isolated in this mountain forest all year round and has no heart.

This group of people seems to be righteous, but in fact they all have secret thoughts.

If he leaves right now, it's unclear what changes will happen in this mountainous environment.

White apes, forest gardens, fruit trees, mermaids, bananas here...

He likes it very much.

Bai Lian took a deep breath, met the gazes of the two without timidity, and said, "Yes, I am from Zhongyou."

"He lied!" Wen Yu jumped out of the crowd, pointed at Bai Li'an and said sharply: "This person is not a person from Zhongyou at all!"

Yang Zhao immediately took over Wen Yu's words and said, "That's right. Although Zhongyou people are good at ghosts, they will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. The identity of this son is really suspicious. Even if he doesn't kill him now, he must not let him go."

Bai Lian said lightly: "I don't want to leave now."

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang were taken aback.

He went on to say: "Someone poured dirty water on me, so naturally I have to clean up this matter."

Now that he is in the body of a corpse demon, the corpse energy in his body will certainly not be able to withstand the inspection of others.

Now it's better to follow Mr. Meng's words, cover up a thing or two for yourself as a disciple of Zhongyou, and play by ear.

These two disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect came a little too strangely.

Everything seems to be full of coincidences and accidents. Since they are not the people who accompanied Mr. Meng, how could they meet by chance in the mountains and be chased and killed by evil spirits.

Why would it be difficult for him after entering this mountain.

He can be sure that when he went up the mountain to Orion's house that day, he had never seen these two people. If he had just passed by, he could not have no impression.

In this way, we can know that these two people...have been hiding in the dark!
Combined with the puppet and the magic core in Orion's house, Bai Li'an had caught something in his heart.

Who is the evil spirit, I am afraid that has yet to be verified.

After quickly clearing his mind, Bai Lian glanced at a certain direction in the crowd.

Then he said slowly: "You two say that I killed people, but there is no evidence. I think you will not believe me when I say that I am a person from Zhongyou, but isn't the origin of the two of you suspicious?"

Yang Zhao's eyes grew hostile, and Sen said in a cold tone: "Presumptuous, disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect, how can you allow you to slander."

Bai Lian quickly looked away from the crowd, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

He said: "It is true that Orion's home has sixteen corpses, but Orion's home has been burned to ashes by a fire for more than ten days. If I really kill someone, shouldn't I leave this mountain as soon as possible?
But I didn't leave this mountain, but practiced in a cave not far from Orion's home. During these ten days or so, it was enough for the two of you to find me, but you didn't. "

Speaking of this, there was also a faint smile of appreciation on Mr. Meng's face.

Lin Guiyuan glanced sideways at Bai Li'an slightly, his eyes were unexpectedly full of admiration.

"Now that I'm standing in this mountainous environment, the two of you started to make trouble. It's not difficult for me to suspect that you two have ulterior motives for such behavior."

The two gazes under the mask suddenly became extremely sharp, and the long sword behind him couldn't help but want to get out of its sheath and take his life.

The slight smile on Mr. Meng's face disappeared immediately, he hurriedly took a step forward, and gently pushed away the spear that Lin Guiyuan had pointed at the young man's throat.

"You don't have to be so tense. You must be very clear about the disposition of Zhongyou's disciples. Now there is only one question left, and that is whether this little brother Si Chen is really a Zhongyou disciple. There may be misunderstandings in it. I have some doubts. A good idea can be identified.”

Seeing the harmless smile on Mr. Meng's face, Bai Lian's heart sank slightly and he didn't speak.

The long swords behind the two stopped arguing, and Yang Zhao said impatiently, "How can you prove it?"

Mr. Meng smiled slightly, and took out a magic talisman from his bosom, which immediately attracted everyone's exclamation.

"White Tiger Talisman?!"

"It's actually a white tiger talisman?! God, isn't Mr. Meng a casual cultivator? How can he have such a talisman without any support from his family?"

The White Tiger Talisman, as the name suggests, is a white tiger that hides the divine beast. Using spiritual power to activate the power of the rune, it can summon a spirit tiger to help.

The talisman paper that can carry the white tiger's spiritual power is extremely limited, even the red talisman paper cannot carry it, and only the higher-level blue talisman paper can control the white tiger.

At this moment, the talisman paper in Mr. Meng's hand is blue.

Yang Zhao and Wen Kang were both surprised and puzzled.

Even though the White Tiger Talisman is rare, how can one tell whether someone else is a person from the middle of nowhere?
When the eyes flow--

Huang Kang's eyes shrank sharply, and his tone suddenly turned serious: "No! This is not a white tiger, that is not painted with red cinnabar, that dark appearance... It is a Yin tiger! It is a Yin tiger charm! It is not a white tiger, but a heroic ghost. Tiger!!"

On the blue talisman paper, there should have been vermilion talisman lines, but at this moment it suddenly showed a dark color.

This talisman is no longer enough to be called a divine talisman, but a ghost talisman!

A faint wry smile appeared on Mencius An's gentle and refined face, and he said: "Everyone knows that I am a free-spirited person, and I have always been used to wandering.

The ghost tiger in Fuzhong indeed belongs to the Yinling of the Middle Nether. I was happy to see Liexin, so I raised it in captivity. It took me 150 years to raise it before it barely obeyed.

Although it is too much to control this tiger for actual combat, it can be used to identify Zhongyou's bloodline. "

When everyone was stunned, they were secretly shocked.

The power of the heroic spirit is infinite and terrifying, and this Mr. Meng is also big-hearted, he dared to use the body of a mortal to raise a fierce ghost and tiger, and he is not afraid of backlash.

But think about it differently, if I get this talisman, can I resist the temptation of possessing a heroic spirit ghost tiger?

Obviously not.

Even if he knew the risk was extremely high, his choice would be the same as Mr. Meng's.

"Brother Si Chen, are you ready?"

Mr. Meng smiled and looked at Bai Li'an, his eyes were still clear without any negative emotions.

He said leisurely: "Although Yinhu is violent and brutal, he will never take the initiative to attack people with the blood of Zhongyou without any reason.

If the little brother can survive from Yinhu's mouth, it means that you are indeed innocent. If you die unfortunately, then everyone need not feel sorry, because you are lying. "

(End of this chapter)