On the sea, the demon looked at the position of the shipwreck with contempt and slowly dissipated.

Gongsun Fei's spear was in a state of rage.

Qin Kun could not calm down after seeing this scene for a long time.

He didn't know where Gongsun Feijiu people were. He could kill people and establish his authority so far away?!

That arrogant look made Qin Kun's heart ignite a stream of blood, as if he was honored.

"Fat man."

"exist."

"The Eternal Jade may be almost divided. Next, you have an important task."

For the first time, Wang Gan looked at Qin Kun solemnly: "Let me protect the eldest lady and the others, are you going to steal the jade, right?"

With Wang Gan's shrewdness, he immediately guessed Qin Kun's thoughts. Qin Kun smiled: "It will be safe for you to stay here. We have agreed on a signal, and after we have gathered a piece of jade, we will send a signal to you. We will leave immediately after we meet!"

"Tsk, just say it if you think we are burdened." Wang Gan patted his belly, "Swearing in the name of Fu Zong will not betrayed."

"Um."

"Qin Hei Dog..."

"Um?"

"be safe."

Qin Kun smiled and the power of the earth was pouring in continuously along his legs. From now on, he must be vigilant at all times. The opponents are not ghosts, people, and not ordinary people. Those who can come here are at least first-class exorcists and ghost hunters. There are many top-notch ones.

Their methods of dealing with ghosts are ever-changing, and their methods of dealing with people are even more bloody and ruthless.

Qin Kun cannot be relaxed at all.

The Dust-Down Step was used, and the dagger Zi Lu was held in his hand. Qin Kun took one step and his breath completely disappeared into the mountains and forests.

...

Ziyan Pavilion is located on the top of the mountain on the northern foot of Yingzhou, separated from Penglai Mountain by a sea of ​​clouds.

At this moment, a sword-holding scholar was hiding in the grass, and he knew that there were still six people hiding around him.

They looked at the two monks in the pavilion and did not launch an attack.

Both monks are very young, one is greasy and has no facial features, but they have an inexplicable handsome look when combined, and the other is even more ordinary in appearance, and every move shows an elegant Zen spirit.

"Amitabha, my friend Miaoshan is superb in Buddhism, and I admire it." The Zen monk smiled with a flower.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the flower and bird meditation practiced by Master Kong Wen was also unique." Monk Junxiu rolled up her sleeves and folded her hands together.

He saw the dead wood stake he sat on was in spring, and the buds sprouted, the surrounding lawn was filled with fragrance of flowers, the birds lingered, and each person built a scene, which was extremely rare.

Monk Kongwen touched the dark head and smiled: "My friend misunderstood. Flower and bird Zen and mist and rain Zen are all Buddhist ink and water Zen, which is not as good as my friend's two-sided flowers."

Miaoshan was smiling, and his head suddenly turned around, and he acted like a Shura. The evil spirit of Shura came out from his seven orifices. Miaoshan looked at Monk Kongwen: "Why didn't the ancestor leave quickly? But he stopped here and wasn't he afraid of being kidnapped?"

"Amitabha, I have this kalpa in my destiny. Early kalpa and late kalpa will not be avoided. I am a descendant of my Folin Temple. Isn't it also a kalpa jade?"

Fangs appeared in Miaoshan's mouth: "I need it."

Monk Kongwen teased the bird at his fingertips and glanced inadvertently: "I dare to give it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"

Wu Yanyu was placed on the table in the pavilion by Kong Wen. Miao Shan, who was opposite, squinted his eyes, but he was reluctant to take it away.

After a long time, Shura became a monk, and Miaoshan smiled bitterly and sighed: "The ancestors are knowledgeable about Buddhism and are wise, and the disciples are ashamed of themselves."

Miaoshan got up and left.

The people around him are eyeing him. So what if he gets the silhouette jade? Can he fight out?

Everyone was waiting for someone to take action first, and they were determined to challenge the ancestor, but after entering the game, they found that he did not dare to go down this muddy water.

Monk Kongwen laughed: "Buddhist is fearless, you have not learned it at all."

In a word, the wonderful Buddha's heart is covered with dust.

Blood spurted out from Miaoshan's mouth and his steps staggered. Monk Kongwen watched Miaoshan leave and said to the open surroundings: "Does there any donor dare to come to Ziyan Pavilion to talk?"

There was no sound in the grass.

"Then... do you want to go together?"

There was still no sound in the grass.

Monk Kongwen smiled, and his finger suddenly tapped into the void, and the ink marks bloomed from the air. A trace of ink was like a substance, climbing the top of the mountain. Those lurking people found that their hands and feet were suddenly stained with ink and could not get rid of it.

This...what spell is this?

Monk Kongwen clasped his hands together: "Everyone doesn't come to talk or fight, so why don't you stay here and appreciate the paintings."

In the blink of an eye, several guys lurking around were already people in the painting.

...

On the hillside of Penglai, there is a thatched cottage piano room.

In front of the piano, a bearded man was closing his eyes to rest.

Gongsun Feiji was retaliated against by Taoist techniques.

His brows were frowning deeply, and the black gas crawled along his blood vessels on his face, his expression stiff and even a little hideous.

In front of the piano room, three people stood.

A Taoist priest with fairy spirit and Taoist priest.

A pale Taoist nun.

A young Taoist priest with slanted eyebrows on his temples.

The three people form a font shape.

Gongsun Feichi's breathing was rapid, and his yin and yang energy could not be balanced. He had not spoken for a long time. Under an old tree next to the piano room, a young man holding a mourning stick leaned there, with his eyelids slightly open, and looked at the three Taoist priests.

"Flying Mercury Lord Lei Haize, long time no see."

The Taoist priest with fairy spirit and Taoism smiled: "It turns out to be the demon-senior craftsman in Fuyu Mountain."

Chen Yu, the demon-senior craftsman. Regardless of whether Gongsun Feiqiao was seriously injured or not, he was the backer of Gongsun Feiqiao.

The famous demon-sealing craftsman in Fuyu Mountain is well-known. This man sealed nearly half of the ghost king released by the Sanqiu Rebellion, and was famous. The pale Taoist nun and the Taoist priest with a slanted eyebrows all looked over.

This young man with a bad appearance is Chen Yu?

Chen Yu looked at the three of them and asked, "Star Lord came to find trouble for Gongsun Laogou?"

"Just just to seize the jade, Chen Yu, you can't stop us."

Chen Yuwei opened his eyes slightly: "You can feel the aura on that Taoist nun is too strong."

The pale-faced Taoist nun smiled and became gloomy. Just the glance when she smiled can make people fascinated.

"There is a good energy of Maoshan Mountain. The three-clear spiritual officials are sitting in the temple. The red blood elixir nourishes wood charm. The Nine Yin Xuanniao kills the greedy wolf. Maoshan, Yun Qinghong sees the ceremony."

In the Ming Dynasty, Maoshan’s true teachings, the Nine Yin Xuannv Yun Qinghong.

"Yun Qinghong..." Chen Yu murmured with this name, "It seems that Chen is in trouble today."

Chen Yu said, still blocking the three true stories of Gongsun Feimao and Maoshan, and sighed in a low voice, "Well, the old man from the Qixing Palace said that I have gone without returning to this trip, and it really responds to his evil spirit. Come on!"

"Master Lei, Xu Facheng, you back. Don't let Fuyushan feel that we bully the less."

Lei Haize and Xu Facheng watched from the wall.

Yun Qinghong moved forward and took out a jujube wooden stick. The jujube thorn cut her fingers, and nine blood beads dripped down. Nine phantoms appeared behind Yun Qinghong.

The yin energy surged, and at the same time, a force of wood flowed over the surroundings.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom nine unrivaled yin energy soared into the sky, and dark clouds suddenly appeared above my head!

The nine phantoms condense into substance, and they are all wood charms!

"My name is...banana."

"My name is... Chongju."

"My name is... Blood Locust."

"My name is... Taoyao."

"My name is...Grey Bamboo."

"My name is...Xie Liu."

"My name is...My cerium."

"My name is... Yang Shao."

"My name is...Sang Hao!"

Chen Yu chuckled: "Mu Mei transformed into a soul and must bathe countless blood during his lifetime. Only trees that grow up with blood will become essence. Is human blood delicious?"

When the nine ghosts smiled, Yun Qinghong laughed too.

"Senior Chen, the right people practice evil laws, and evil laws are also correct. Whether it is human blood or rain or dew, the ghosts under his command drank human blood before his death, which was not what he wanted. It was the world that forced him to do. Who knows about blood and rain or dew?"

Chen Yu put on his clothes, waved his mourning stick, and paper money flew all over the sky.
Chapter completed!