Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 99
The long street was quiet and dimly lit, the two leaving figures had long since disappeared.

At this moment, all the ascetics in the room looked at the empty street in horror, as well as the soul-deprived companion in the room. They were completely silent, and it took a while to recover.

"The person who dragged the iron chain is a secret here?"

"It's not like that! The city god is not good enough to take people's souls like this, and he doesn't have such a great ability to directly seduce people's souls."

The elegant young man squeezed the paper fan tightly, unable to understand at all, what happened to them in Danxia Mountain, didn't it mean that the man could only attract puppets and gods to appear?How come there are ghosts like ghosts, and their morals are still extremely high.

Fortunately, the ghost seems to only catch the other party and ignore them, otherwise the whole group will be chained tonight.

"Mr. Dan, what should we do next? I'm afraid Chen Yuan will be difficult to deal with. With such a yin god around him to help, we will just die in vain if we go up."

No one is a fool, seeing what happened tonight, if you want to go to Danxia Mountain, it would be a purely unhappy life. The pedestrians in the room all looked at the elegant figure called Mr. Dan.

Some people also echoed: "Young master Dan, you have a very close relationship with the head teacher, let's just forget it this time, we get together, it is also the prosperity of the righteous way, if you want a chance to live, it is better to go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion for this matter of death. , Juling Mansion, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple."

Mr. Dan is also called Liu Chengnian. He is about forty years old. He is very good at alchemy and the art of harvesting and nourishing. He looks like Mr. Pianpian in his early twenties, but his qualifications are limited, and he will not make any progress after completing the foundation.

Yu Qianxing knew the secrets of the Devil's Nest in 15 years, and worshiped under the command of the head teacher, hoping to gain the energy of the Devil's Nest and improve his cultivation base. Unfortunately, these years, he still stopped at building foundations, but his mana was profound, and he was the strongest in the same realm.

"Although the teacher and I are on good terms, if things go wrong, we will still be punished." Mr. Dan shook the paper fan away with a 'wow', blowing out a gust of wind, wrapping the body of the man at the door and gradually melting away. In a short while, Only a puddle of sewage remained.

"That man has the help of the Yin God, and we will have nowhere to hide when we wait for it. If we force it, we will suffer heavy losses..." The paper fan shook gently, and Mr. Na Dan walked back and forth in the room, thinking for a long time, "He killed Yue Jie Hu There are too many, Tianhe has been hurt, Lei Jie will definitely come, but when it will come, I don't know, why don't we help him."

"How to help?"

"Help him kill more mortals!"

Some ascetics frowned: "Ordinary people, he may not necessarily be able to do it."

"Who said they must be ordinary people, aren't there many people in the northwest?!"

"Ju begging barbarian? Mr. Dan, if we do this...would it be too much? Helping a barbarian is a bit disdainful."

Over there, the figure waving a paper fan turned his face slightly, handsome as jade and smiling.

"Don't bother, don't do it..."

Gently flapping the paper fan in his hand, the breeze rushed towards his face immediately, and the ascetic who spoke suddenly felt a fresh fragrance in his nose, his face changed, and he hurriedly cast the spell on his own life gate, but it was still too late, his body turned red instantly, Like a cooked shrimp, he arched his body in pain, causing the rest of the ascetics to back away in fright.

In an instant, the man just uttered a difficult sound, and the blue flames ignited in his robe, quickly spread and swallowed him, and turned into black mud in a blink of an eye, in stark contrast to the water stains over there.

Soon, the sky was getting brighter, and the shop guy planned to knock on the door, asking the guest officer if he could order some breakfast, and by the way, he also checked to see if there was any problem with the man last night, so as not to die in the inn.

But after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response. He subconsciously pushed the door open and walked in. He stepped on a puddle of water, sticking sticky to the sole of his shoe, and a pile of black mud over there exuded a strange smell, which made people feel sick. .

"The shopkeeper! Those people left a bunch of things and they disappeared... Ugh!"

At the same time as shouting and vomiting came from the inn, the sky gradually brightened, and among the overlapping mountains in the distance, on the sunny hillside, Jiangzhenxiang standing on the ground broke off the incense ash. The magic light flashed.

"Eighth Master?"

After inquiring, there was no reply from the wooden sculpture, probably busy with the interrogation. Chen Yuan has never seen how ghosts are interrogated in Senluo Hall. Of course, it is not a special hobby, and she just wants to experience it.

Mind a move.

The spiritual consciousness escaped into the inner palace, opened his eyes again and came to the Lingxian temple, said hello to several people in the Renjie hall, and went straight to the front of the Senluo hall behind.

I don't know if he knew that he was coming, a pale figure stood in the sultry air, with his toes hanging on the ground, a long tongue hanging on his chest, looking at Chen Yuan who came over with a strange smile.

On the pointed long hat, the original "make money at first sight" suddenly changed to "you are here too", which stunned Chen Yuan for a moment. He thought of Xie Bi'an's witty short words, and arched his hands with a smile.

"Qi Ye, don't make such a joke."

The pale smiling face over there didn't restrain himself, he just raised his hand and tapped on the long hat, and the vertical character changed back to 'money at first sight', the tall and thin figure turned around, smiled sinisterly twice, his eyes He glanced at Chen Yuan out of the corner of his eye, motioning for him to follow.

"Aren't the souls of those people in Senluo Hall?" Seeing that they were walking along the outside of the hall, Chen Yuan couldn't help asking a question as she walked behind.

Bai Wuchang also answered simply: "They are not worthy."

"Qiye, have you always spoken so simply?"

The toes floating in front stopped, the pale face with a long tongue turned sideways a little, eyes seemed to be always smiling, and Bai Wuchang glanced straight at him.

"Bite your tongue, you say try a little longer?"

Chen Yuan: "Offended offended."

Humph.

Bai Wuchang snorted and turned his face away, his figure continued to float forward, and when he arrived, he turned around the corner of the temple, approaching the cloudy and thunder-covered mountain in the distance, a lifeless building stood there, above the open door, there were countless A door plaque with a ghost's head swallowed, saying: Town Prison.

As soon as he set foot inside, he caught up with his field of vision, and the darkness swept over like a tide, engulfing Chen Yuan in. After a long while, his field of vision gradually recovered, and an extremely cold wave turned into a burning wave of air, but fell on him. Body, in addition to feeling, no other discomfort.

In the field of vision, pitch-black iron chains hung down from the beams, and dark green flames were burning everywhere. Everywhere Chen Yuan walked, there was a sound of wailing under Chen Yuan's feet. When he lowered his head, he saw painful and distorted faces under his feet. He let out a mournful sound, as if being separated by something, he opened his hands and slapped vigorously, trying to get out from below.

Walking on these faces, one can only say that a feeling of scalp numbness went straight to the top of the head.

The gloomy impermanence suddenly said: "Hu people."

Only then did Chen Yuan understand that most of the ghosts of the Hu people who died before came here to suffer, or to establish the Senluo Palace. After all, how could the Yin Division have no ghosts to act as a facade.

After walking forward for a while, the wailing and painful cries became clear, and I saw a strong black figure standing there, with a dazzling divine light, and the hanging human souls in front of him had a dark green flame burning on their bodies. Erosion chest.

"Yuan has met Eighth Master!"

Over there, the iron chain swayed, and the tall and dark figure in black robe turned his face. His blue and black face was ferocious and fierce, and his eyes were protruding, as if Chen Yuan was also the one who was being tortured.

Sure enough, in comparison, Xie Qiye seemed much kinder even with his long tongue hanging out.

"These mortal monks are all sent by others, and they are similar to the people of that day, but it is a pity that they cannot find the appearance and name of the person behind them. Lord, they are the best at dealing with the most sinful people."

Fan Wujiu spread his hands, and several balls of dark green fire flew back.

The pain of the souls of the seven people gradually subsided, but their faces were dull, it seemed that their minds and wisdom had been deprived of their souls, and the torture was not light.Over there, Fan Wujiu had a ferocious face, and his tone was gloomy, pointing out.

"It's not necessary in the future, so don't send us two. Your cultivation base is too low, you can't be sent for too long, you can't enjoy yourself, and you can't possess yourself like a hero in the world. However, I can lend you a magic weapon. Burn more joss sticks. However, it would be even better if more human souls could be brought over."

"If there is a chance, it will be done."

Chen Yuan is still satisfied with the entrustment of the two impermanences. It is better not to be possessed, but to be able to borrow magic tools directly, tsk tsk, there is no greater gain than this.

I just don't know, if the soul-locking chain and the mourning stick are in his hands, how much Taoism will be left, but it is enough to deal with ordinary monsters and people who practice Taoism.

Those seven people only asked about the origin, but it was a pity that they didn't ask about the people behind the scenes and the name of the sect.

Chen Yuan opened her eyes, it was already bright.

Sitting in the shade of a tree, he thought about the pedestrians who attacked him.

(End of this chapter)