Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 56
The occasional crows made the gloomy mass graves even more eerie and terrifying. The towering tombstones looked more like heads protruding from the ground. Many tombs were buried perfunctorily due to their age The reason is that white bones can be seen everywhere in the tomb, and there are some corpses that have not been completely corroded. The will-o'-the-wisp that sometimes burns makes the entire mass grave look like a corner of hell.

This mass burial post is located in the outskirts of the city, and it is an unattended place. Most of the people buried here are homeless vagabonds, and some people who died in accidents. No one claimed it, and when the time came, it was thrown here.

Over time, it became a frightening mass grave, and no one came during the day, let alone at night.

In the depths of the mass grave where the green flames sometimes light up, whenever the faint green will-o'-the-wisps burn, you can briefly see a huge black shadow emerging from the depths of the mass grave.

The black shadow is huge, it looks like a huge tomb, and it looks like a hill. If you look closely, it looks more like a strangely shaped building.

The black shadow is full of weird and gloomy feeling, without the will-o'-the-wisp burning to illuminate it, it is like a tiger lying on the ground waiting for an opportunity.

The two licked their lips and teeth, looked at the dark shadow deep in the mass grave, grinned, and then looked in one direction of the mass grave, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Hearing the sound, the two thought that the Treasure Treasure Ghost had returned, but when they looked in the direction of the sound, a figure appeared, but it was not the Treasure Treasure Ghost, but a fat Taoist priest in Taoist robes.

If Liu Feifan saw this person, he would definitely be surprised, because it was none other than Zhao Mingming.

Zhao Mingming was wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist hat on his head, a wooden sword on his back, and an eight-sealing plate in his hand.

Coming here, Zhao Mingming's complexion was not good-looking, his chubby face trembled, and a nervous look flashed in his eyes.

The gossip disk in his hand was spinning, and finally the pointer stopped, pointing to the depths of the mass grave.

Zhao Mingming took a deep breath, put away the gossip tray, faced the eerie mass grave without changing his expression, drew the wooden sword behind him, and walked to the depths of the mass grave.

Suddenly, a sharp sword sound sounded, Zhao Mingming stopped abruptly, and a blood-red sword energy passed in front of him like lightning.

"Take another step forward, die!"

A voice as cold as snow came from all directions, mixed with invisible sword energy, silently chopping up the bones in the tomb beside Zhao Mingming.

Zhao Mingming's chubby face trembled, he turned his head suddenly, and looked at the big tree not far away, a golden light flashed in his bright eyes, and he caught the two people involved in the matter.

The crows were startled, their black feathers were dancing, and the sound of "croaking" was extremely creepy in this lifeless place.

Zhao Mingming looked at the two of them from top to bottom. When he saw the back of their hands, a mark on the back of their hands, his eyes could not help but stare.

This imprint is a tattoo, although it is not big, but it is clearly visible, there are only three curved black marks, just like the scene of the wind blowing across the earth.

"Northern Wind Family!"

Zhao Mingming's face was tense, his eyes were bright, a little surprised, but also unbelievable.

The girl said calmly: "Knowing that we are members of the Beifeng family, why don't you leave?
Do you want us to bury you here too? "

Zhao Mingming sneered coldly: "As the Beifeng family, one of the twelve ancient families in China, doing these nasty things, isn't it a bit embarrassing for your family?"

"Shame?" The young man shook his head: "Who are you? Do we need to explain to you what we do?"

"Wanli Mountain, Sanqing Temple, Zhao Mingming!"

"It turned out to be a Taoist priest who lied to gods and ghosts, get out, this is not the place you should come!" the girl said indifferently.

The corner of Zhao Mingming's mouth twitched: "This ghost has harmed countless people, and it only picks on children who are helpless. Do you think I should ignore it?"

Zhao Mingming actually went down the mountain this time for two things, one was to eliminate demons for the Jin family, and the other was that a month ago, many people went to Sanqing Temple to pray for blessings, saying that there were dirty things in their house, and many incomprehensible things happened to their children. thing.

Not just one person, but many people, all from the same place, all the owners of Bihai Garden.

That's why the master sent him down the mountain, on the one hand to practice, and on the other hand to investigate this matter.

After the affairs of the Jin family were over, Zhao Mingming had been hiding in the Bihai Garden, and finally found out the clues, but every time he followed the female ghost in red, she escaped strangely.

From this, he concluded that someone was secretly helping the female ghost.

Some people raise ghosts.

Tonight, Zhao Mingming decided not to wait any longer, took out the Sanqing Gua plate of Sanqing Temple, and came here under his guidance.

He originally thought that the people who raised ghosts in secret would be some charlatans, but he never expected to be members of the famous Beifeng family.

The young man cast a cold glance at Zhao Mingming: "You don't have to drink fine wine for toasting, Xiu Jie, send him to heaven."

Beifeng Xiujie fell from the tree like a fallen leaf, flipped his hand over, and found a sharp sword in his hand. The blade of this sword was round, just like an iron rod with an extra point sharpened on it.

"A Taoist priest who has never even been in contact with the cultivation of immortality, dare to accuse us?

court death!

Can't even block a blow from my round sword? "

Bei Fengxiu's clean face was as cold as ice, and he walked with a sword in his mind. His figure was erratic, left and right, and after a few flashes, he appeared strangely one meter away from Zhao Mingming, and the round sword struck out like a piercing wind.

In the eyes of Beifeng Xiujie and the others, Zhao Mingming was totally vulnerable. They were cultivators of immortals, while Zhao Mingming was at best a Taoist priest who knew inner strength.

There are people from two worlds between them, not at the same level at all.

Or in other words, they are gods, while Zhao Mingming is just a mortal.

With sword energy and sword sound, Yuan Jian struck Zhao Mingming's eyebrows as fast as lightning. Beifeng Xiujie just shot lightly, and didn't even use his spiritual energy.

Because in their eyes, Zhao Mingming didn't deserve to fight with all his might.

Zhao Mingming's complexion changed drastically. He didn't expect the two of them to make a move as soon as they said they would, without giving him a chance at all.

With a twitch of the wooden sword, Zhao Mingming slashed out.

"clang"!
The sound of metal colliding sounded.

Beifeng Xiujie and the two were amazed. Although the circle has no edge or edge, its construction materials are also rare. It has a lot of critical power, and it can explode when it hits anything.

Zhao Mingming's wooden sword blocked the round sword?
The two who had always looked down on Zhao Mingming finally lifted their spirits at this moment.

Beifeng Xiujie was very surprised, but she didn't say anything, retracted the round sword, and stabbed out again.

This time, Beifeng Xiujie no longer used brute force, she stimulated her own cultivation, surrounded by aura, the lethality of the attack naturally cannot be ignored.

When the sword went down, Zhao Mingming's wooden sword blocked it again. Although he blocked it, he obviously stepped back a few steps, and his mouth was bleeding.

A sneer appeared on Beifeng Xiujie's face, he turned in a circle, crossed the wooden sword, and pointed directly at Zhao Mingming's eyebrows.

The two thought that this sword would finally be able to pierce Zhao Mingming's head, but unexpectedly, there was another "dang" sound.

(End of this chapter)