The disciples of Longhu Mountain and Maoshan collectively went into a daze after seeing the ghosts and souls pouring into the magic circle. Originally, they thought that the ghosts and souls in the barren mountains were just ordinary people who had been dead for many years and had not been reincarnated in the underworld.
, I come from a famous sect and specialize in exorcising ghosts and evil spirits, so I must solve the problem quickly and neatly, showing the style of the sect.
But what they never expected was that Li Gui's body was extremely dark and full of resentment. This level of filth was already considered a tricky area, and it was quite troublesome to deal with it.
"Wearing a suit, I am the top elite in the investment circle, but without my tie, Zhao Lijun is the most outstanding ghost hunter of this generation in Maoshan." Zhao Lijun calmly looked at the crazy ghosts biting his middle finger, and he clicked out bits and pieces out of thin air.
Every drop of condensed blood and essence will hit a dead soul.
Zhao Lijun's blood essence is like a bullet piercing the barrel. A drop of it will pierce the body of the ghost instantly after it flies out. All the souls of those who are hit with too shallow Dao Xing will fly away directly. Those with deep Dao Xing can barely keep their bodies alive, but they are also aware of the situation.
After something bad happened, he quickly ran away, knowing that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with.
After a total of four dead souls were destroyed by Zhao Lijun, he took four steps forward with his left foot to step on the Kui position, then moved three steps to the northeast with his right foot and stepped on the Geng position. Above the Geng position was a pile of extremely ugly looking souls.
The eye-catching stone piles are exactly the formation holes at Kuai and Geng positions when Xiang Que set up the formation.
Zhao Lijun snorted lightly, stretched out his legs and kicked away the piles of stones on the ground one by one. After the stones were dispersed, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a peach wood sword and fighting with a dead soul. He was obviously in a desperate situation.
appeared.
"Go away!" Zhao Lijun breathed in attentively, and then spurted out an air sword from his mouth and pierced the dead soul's head with a "pop".
"Senior Brother? Have you broken the formation?" The Maoshan disciple looked back, feeling as if he had seen the light of day.
"It will take some time to break the formation, but I can barely break the formation holes around here and find the people next to me. Li Ming, protect me and give me twenty minutes to find them."
"Create the next formation eye." Zhao Lijun has no time to study the method of breaking the formation. If he delays any longer, I am afraid that not a single one will be left. All of them will be destroyed by the dead ghosts. He can only break as many formation eyes as possible in the formation first.
Bring people together.
The night passed and after dawn.
Wang Laodan seemed to be a bit crazy as a navigator. At the beginning, the mountain road he led Xiang Que and the others took was normal. Even though the road was a bit rugged and densely covered with thorns, it was still a road that humans could walk.
But after half a day, the road got a little fucked up.
First, they waded through a waist-deep river, then crossed a swamp area that almost trapped several people, and finally climbed over a cliff with a height of nearly 16 or 7 meters and an inclination of almost 90 degrees.
This time the road passed by and everyone almost fell down together.
After Wang Xuanzhen walked away, he thought that he had lost all his fat and looked a bit like a male model. He couldn't help but pulled Wang Laodan's clothes and questioned: "We need to discuss, what is the path you are taking?"
Is it right or wrong?”
"Are you questioning my professionalism?" Wang Laodan asked him with squinting eyes.
"Definitely" Wang Xuanzhen nodded seriously.
Wang Laodan said nonsense: "Tang Monk went through eighty-one tribulations on his way to the West for Buddhist scriptures and spent seventeen years. He was such a good-looking young man that he became an uncle several times and was almost stewed by goblins.
After so many years, he has never doubted whether he is on the right path, because Tang Seng firmly believes in a truth...the road may be a little tortuous, but the direction is definitely correct."
"Fuck you, you don't know where to go, but you know a general direction and lead us all the way under the stars?" Wang Xuanzhen asked in a broken voice.
Of course, Mr. Wang said in a brazen tone: "You seem to be a bit of a tiger. It's been more than ten years since I passed that road once. Do you think I can fucking remember it? It's good if I know the direction."
Wang Xuanzhen clenched the fingers in his fists and cursed angrily: "Son of a bitch..."
"My name is Wang Laodan, don't change people's names casually"
Wang Xuanzhen yelled: "I'm fucking scolding you, who called you?"
Wang Laodan said quite indifferently: "Don't curse, I will be unhappy. If I am unhappy, do you believe that I will take you to Xitian Nagada?"
"Brother, can we go back?" Wang Xuanzhen looked at Xiang Que and asked pitifully.
Xiang Que said: "Tang Monk went to the West. He was kidnapped by goblins as soon as he left home. He didn't even say that he would go back to find his emperor brother."
"
Two days later, Wang Laodan started thinking a little more carefully. Instead of rushing forward in one direction, he stopped and looked around. From time to time, he would frown and stop, showing a confused expression.
Wang Laodan stopped in front of a towering old tree and walked around the tree: "That day I climbed up to this tree with two children and saw the old Miao woman and the little girl."
"Not far from here?"
Wang Laodan nodded and said: "It will take less than half a day at most. It's getting dark. Let's take a rest and set off tomorrow morning."
Several people sat down around the ancient tree, ate something and drank some water. Su Ho, who was silent along the way, suddenly asked: "Xiang Que, it seems that the magic circle you set up has never been recorded in Qimen Dunjia."
, I have never heard of it anywhere else.”
"How much of the three thousand Taoist teachings can you understand? There are not many Feng Shui formations left in the world, but do you know how many have been lost?"
"The map of the Loulan Underground Palace has been accepted by you. If you lose, you should let me lose."
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Su Ho asked unwillingly: "If you win, you should win grandly."
Xiang Que chuckled and said, "Are you trying to trick me?"
"Just discuss the matter."
Xiang Que narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "There is no record of the magic circle I set up in the world. You can't find it even if you memorize all the Qimen Dunjia."
"Why?" Su Ho asked with a frown.
"Because I arranged it on the spur of the moment."
Su Ho was suddenly shocked: "This is impossible. The formation of a Feng Shui array requires unique conditions and repeated reasoning. I heard that some Feng Shui masters only developed one Feng Shui array in their lifetime."
"You mean I don't have the temperament of a Feng Shui master?"
"No," Su Ho said simply.
Xiang Que curled his lips and said calmly: "Then if I told you that someone could superimpose three Feng Shui formations and reassemble them into a new Feng Shui formation, you wouldn't believe it?"
"Haha..." Su Ho sneered.
Xiang Que sighed: "One day, you will be able to believe it."