Chapter three hundred and thirty second demon heresy
The seven cavalrymen spread out from far to near, surrounding Fei Jingting and Zhang Leyao. The three leading men had no firearms on their bodies. They were all covered in black robes and black gauze. The evil aura around them was rising, but they were not.
Fei Jingting can sense it even from a distance with his yin and yang eyes open.
Although the remaining four people were carrying guns on their backs, when they saw Fei Jingting and Zhang Leyao, a man and a woman, with their bare hands, they immediately relaxed their vigilance, yelled at each other, reined in their horses and wandered around.
A person on the left said in strange language: "Salijo, they look like Han people."
"The girl was born well, stay here for fun, and the boy should keep his soul."
"Okay." The guy on the left responded, raised his right hand and pointed it at Fei Jingting. He didn't see any other movements, and Fei Jingting suddenly felt a warning sign.
Before he could react, he felt a stinging pain in his soul, as if a foreign object was stabbing into the sea of consciousness. Fei Jingting felt strange, attacking his soul?
Ever since I started practicing the Celestial Eye Technique, not to mention those in the same realm, there are only a handful of souls in the entire world who are stronger than him.
Fei Jingting's three lights converged, and his soul was shaken, immediately shattering the foreign object that was stabbing him.
The guy on the left groaned, swayed a few times, and would have fallen off the horse if someone hadn't helped him.
"Taima?"
"Be careful, this person is a Han shaman!"
Saliho looked stern, opened his mouth and asked in awkward Chinese: "Are you a shaman?"
"and who are you?"
Fei Jingting asked.
"I just ask you if you are a shaman."
"Interesting, so what if it is, so what if it isn't?"
Salijo lost his patience and muttered: "Another self-righteous fool, kill him!"
Upon hearing the order, the other four riders took off their firearms one after another. At this moment, Fei Jingting remained motionless, and two flying swords suddenly flashed in front of him.
Tsk~
Two flying swords crossed each other, and everyone screamed and fell down before they could react.
Seeing that something was wrong, the rest of the people fell off their horses one after another. Saliho and Taima, who were the first, fell down. Saliho shouted: "Be careful, it's a Han magician!"
Another companion in black robe stretched out his hands, and the space in front of him was slightly distorted, as if a five-element barrier had emerged. The sun-covering bag turned around, like a stream of light. The twisted space only sluggishly for a moment, and was pierced by the covering sun.
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Immediately, the man in black robe screamed, but a hole as big as a bowl opened in his chest. His body swayed slightly, and the horse gave a surprised sound and ran away with the body.
The hair on Saliho's body stood on end. Ever since he entered the grassland, he had heard everywhere about the Han swordsman Song Weiwei. This man was nearly sixty years old and had only one long sword. He had traversed the grassland for twenty years, whether it was a prince, a horse bandit, or a esoteric sect.
The lama was also a very capable shaman, and few people survived under his sword.
The person in front of him was only in his early twenties, and he was accompanied by a woman. Saliho relaxed his vigilance. How could he have expected that he would be so powerful? Could it be that Song Weiwei has rejuvenated his youth?
Companion Taima shouted: "Guard!"
The four guards with firearms on their backs climbed up from the ground, with black energy rising around them. They were as fast as ghosts, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of the two men in black robes.
Duanliu came to kill him, and one of the guards drew his scimitar to block.
With a clang, the scimitar broke, but the sharp cut only left a bloody mark on the guard's neck.
"Huh?"
Fei Jingting was surprised. He had never thought that these people's abilities were so strange. They were obviously fleshly bodies, but after using secret techniques, their whole bodies became as stiff as steel.
The two daggers spun around, and Fei Jingting used his soul to drive them. Sunburst and Duanliu were surrounded by light, and a guard tried to block it with his body. But this time it was not that easy. Duanliu slashed through, and the guard screamed.
With a sound, his left arm flew up, bringing up Lao Gao's blood column.
The smell of blood quickly filled the air, mixed with a stench.
Zhang Leyao, who had been taking it calmly, suddenly frowned, said "evil heretic", raised his hand and struck out with a yellow talisman.
The yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without wind and turned into three fire crows. One of the guards was caught off guard and was devoured by the fire crows in an instant.
Perhaps due to the use of secret techniques in the body, the guard was extremely flammable, burning for a moment before exploding.
Dark red blood will burn if it sticks to sparks.
Fei Jingting reacted quickly, waved his hand, and used his strength to blow away the flying flames.
Two of the four guards had gone, and Saliho and Taima in the inner circle had also prepared their spells. The skull scepter was waved, and three huge ghost heads rushed out in succession.
Qingzhi was no match for this man and woman. Taima gritted her teeth and said, "Saliho, I'll stop you. Go and inform the high priest immediately that there are uninvited guests on the grassland."
"Okay!" Saliho said nothing and walked away.
Fei Jingting made a magic trick with his hand, pointed his sword a little, and cast the Soul Chasing Technique on Saliho. The two flying swords turned around and killed the other two guards in an instant.
Those ghost heads did have some skills, and they were not at a disadvantage after struggling with Zhang Leyao's Fire Crow for a long time. At this moment, Fei Jingting's left palm flashed, and Fu Yunzhao jumped out.
Fu Yunzhao didn't see any movement. The ghost head in mid-air seemed to have been wiped away by an eraser, and in the blink of an eye there was no trace.
Taima was frightened and shouted: "Who are you? Don't come over. Do you know who I am?"
The figure of Jin Chan appeared in the air, with the upper body of a fat doll and the lower body of an insect. Jin Chan had a strange look on his face, opened his mouth and spat it out.
Fu Yunzhao blocked Fei Jingting and Zhang Leyao, who were about to take action, and said to Jin Chan: "Isn't it better to be picky and allow you to break your fast? Well, I'll give you the rest."
Jin Chan turned to look at Taima. Taima's ghost was so strong that she lost her head. Taima had no power to resist. He turned around with a roar and ran away. Jin Chan lost her trace in the air. Taima couldn't escape.
After more than ten steps, he slowed down, then became slower and slower. He staggered a few times and fell to his knees. His mouth and nose bled, and he collapsed and died.
With a whooshing sound, the golden cicada appeared in the air again, this time looking much better.
Fu Yunzhao stretched his muscles and muttered: "Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise where would I find bad guys to feed Jin Chan?"
Turning to look at Zhang Leyao, Fu Yunzhao shook the watch on his hand: "Hey, it's time. You go back to the small world. I'll accompany brother Jingting."
Zhang Leyao had long been accustomed to Fu Yunzhao's temper and didn't talk too much. She just made eye contact with Fei Jingting and entered the small world.
According to the original agreement, two days a week will go to Zhang Leyao, and the remaining three or two days will go to Fu Yunzhao. The remaining time will be divided between Guan Xiyi and Ni Qiufeng.
This division seems to be divided according to Tao and Xing, but in fact... it is also true. When practicing with the Xuannv Sutra, the south needs to absorb the Qi of Tiangang, and the woman needs to store the Qi of Yin and Evil. It is divided by Tao and Xing, which is quite comprehensive.
Guan Xiyi's cultivation level is low, and practicing once a week will consume all the accumulated Yin evil energy.
Without Zhang Leyao, Fu Yunzhao suddenly regained his charming look. He came over and grabbed Fei Jingting's arm and said coquettishly: "Brother Jingting, you don't even hurt me anymore. You don't even have to call me for such a fun thing."
"Is this fun?" Fei Jingting asked in surprise.
"Isn't it fun for such a dishonest person to act mysterious?"
"Well... it's a bit fun." Fei Jingting nodded: "Okay, I'll call you next time."
"No need to do it next time. You just hit the soul-chasing spell on the guy who escaped. Let's follow the clues and catch them all, okay?"
Fei Jingting touched his chin and said: "It's not impossible, but it's a pity that I didn't leave anyone alive to ask about the details of this group of people."
Fu Yunzhao pouted and said, "You're confusing me again." She took two steps and kicked the guard who had broken his left arm: "Isn't this guy still alive?"
Fei Jingting sighed, it was becoming less and less fun. Since catching up with Fu Yunzhao, people have become much smarter, and Fei Jingting can rarely deceive this girl.
"Hey, let me leave it to you for interrogation."
"Well, I'm best at this."
The guard who had broken his left arm still wanted to resist, but was kicked over by Fu Yunzhao. Then he stepped heavily on his right arm with his right foot. With a click, the arm broke, and the guard screamed in agony.
"Are you going to tell me? If you don't tell me, I'll crush your legs immediately!"
Fei Jingting put his hands on his face: "You should ask first."
"Oh, that's right." Fu Yunzhao tried his best to look fierce, but he had a tender face and looked fierce.
"Tell me, who are you?"
The guard spoke a string of words, but Fu Yunzhao didn't understand a single word.
Fu Yunzhao raised his eyebrows: "How dare you pretend not to know Chinese?"
He raised his hand casually, and something like black sand fell on the guard. In a moment, the guard screamed like a slaughtered pig. Unfortunately, he was still speaking in an unknown language. Fu Yunzhao suddenly said: "What happened?"
, this guy looks like he really doesn’t know Chinese.”
Fei Jingting was secretly happy, but then he had some guesses about the origins of this group of people. When they met, he asked Fei Jingting if he was a shaman. He thought that these people were the guys who in Hu Qigu's news were going to stir up trouble in the grassland.
Bar?
Fu Yunzhao was annoyed, and released the golden cicada again, intending to let it swallow the guard. The golden cicada appeared in mid-air, made a face of disgust, and suddenly became playful and pounced on the grasshoppers in the grass.
Fu Yunzhao simply moved a little further away, shattering the guard's heart, and then clapped his hands and turned around.
"He doesn't speak Chinese. Anyway, these guys don't have any skills. If they cause trouble, they must be eradicated."
Fei Jingting seemed to be meditating, but in fact his soul entered the small world.
The flow of time in the small world is different from that in the outside world. Zhang Leyao still appears in the library at this moment, holding a book of modern history in his hand.
"Le Yao..."
Fei Jingting was still talking, but Zhang Leyao already understood. She nodded and smiled: "It is the responsibility of the Taoist sect to kill demons and demons. Since we encounter them, we must take care of them. You don't have to worry about me, Sazu Taoist Seal
It’s not certain whether they are in the Tianshan sect or not, let’s deal with these monsters first.”
Fei Jingting smiled, leaned over and hugged Zhang Leyao affectionately, and then his soul returned. He opened his mouth and said, "What you said makes sense, so it's decided."
Fu Yunzhao curled his lips and said, "Do you think I don't know? You must have been discussing with that woman just now!"