"This matter is not urgent."
Wang Xuan hurriedly relieved, "Mr. Lu might as well rest for a few days. This thing is cumbersome and not in a hurry for a while."
After bidding farewell to Lu Xuan, Wang Xuanxian went back to Mo Guanchao and his wife, asked them to take care of him, and then rode out of the city to Yong ‘an City God Temple.
Although he has learned the refining method of Qi Dan Dao Bing, he doesn’t have time to spare. Please ask Ba Dou to refine it for real.
When I came to the Chenghuang Temple, the incense was still flourishing. Wang Xuan took a deep breath and Daotong led me to the back yard.
This time it’s not just Refiner Dan.
Xiao’s strange whereabouts, the White House’s Huangquanling, Dihuang, and Mo Qing’s soft dreams … Many things need to be communicated with Taiyi.
When he stepped into the Chenghuang Temple, there were more than a dozen horses running towards Nanshan Gu Dao in the plain. It was Chen Qiong, a good friend of Wang Xuan Shanhaiyuan.
He was ordered to secretly look for his ten kinds of soul victims in order to find GREAT GHOST, the hidden capital of God, who has not appeared for a long time. Now he has a full face of stubble and lost his past manners
Several people behind them are travel-stained, pale and look at the rear eyes from time to time with a trace of fear.
And there is a young man in the team who is holding his head trembling and screaming in his mouth …
Chapter three hundred and three Dream true or false basketry v. Secret
"Drive! Drive! "
Shortness of horseshoes, a line of people desperate and soaring.
Their faces were weak and haggard, and it was obvious that they had not slept for many days. Several people were bloodstained, and a monk lost his left arm. It seems that he was abruptly torn off.
"ah! Ah! "
The young man also screamed wildly. He was tied with hemp rope and the horse fell. His eyes were full of fear. He looked at the rear and shouted as if he had seen a ghost.
But the vast wasteland is the only one in the rear.
"Shut up!"
A swordsman with a hat is full of annoyance. "This guy is really annoying. It’s better if I stun him."
"Don’t be impulsive!"
Chen Qiong turned and sank. "He is the keeper of the village. He must have sensed something. We will be safe when we get to Yongan faster."
The swordsman sneered with disdain, "Is it too high for Brother Chen to come to this remote Yongan without returning to Kangyuan to look down on the fierce tiger in Bing?"
Chen Qiong ignored is staring at the front on horseback running eyes flashed a kill machine.
"ah! Ah! "
At this moment, the young man tied to the horse suddenly cried even more squeal and almost crazy.
Cheng Qiong also shrank his pupils, and the reins in his hands suddenly stopped screaming at the trotters.
Others have also reined in and looked at the front with a solemn face, or drew their swords, or buckled the multiplier desperately.
See the road ahead, I don’t know when there is a white female ghost with her back to them. The tattered white gauze is floating in the wind, and the horror is visible to the naked eye.
It’s almost noon at this time, but the sun shines on everyone, but I don’t feel the slightest temperature, but there is a chill.
"It is better to break the cause and effect early than to suffer in the world."
The brokeback monk’s eyes are still calm. After a slight sigh, he will throw the rosary in his hand.
Everyone was careful and didn’t intervene.
The monk is the younger brother of Sumeru, and he is the best at dealing with evil spirits and evil things. What’s worse, the rosary is also a heavy weapon of dharma pulse.
However …
Pop!
After the rosary was thrown out, it fell to the ground like nothing happened.
They suddenly startled.
"no!"
The swordsman with a hat growled, "This thing is not an ordinary ghost. We can’t deal with it. The goal is to be a stupid mortal …"
Qiang Qiang!
Taking his word, Chen Qiong drew his sword and pointed it at the swordsman, while others were surrounded.
"Who are you?"
Chen Qiong looks pale. "Friends of Wu Dao hate evil, but it’s not like you!"
Others’ eyes are also full of pitfalls.
They are all elite brothers of the Great Sect, and they have thought of the evil practice of painting skin.
"Hee hee … ha ha ha"
When the swordsman saw the puncture, he didn’t panic. His face smiled strangely and the smoke dissipated.
It’s not skin painting!
Chen Qiong frowned and always felt something was wrong.
At the same time, the female ghost in the suspended white clothes also slowly turned around.
The sky suddenly darkened around, and the ghostly fog rose and I couldn’t see my fingers. There was a rustling sound in the darkness.
Everyone’s face changed greatly.
They just want to perform the operation when they find that they can’t feel a trace of truth, let alone the driving method.
"gentlemen"
The brokeback monk suddenly stared at his bloody wound and said, "Don’t be serious. Little monk can’t even feel the pain of his brokeback. It’s not illusion."