Wei Wujiu's body movements were as violent as his blood, like a dragon walking like a tiger, or a cheetah pouncing on its prey. He held the iron rod in his hand and attacked the ghost shadow from left to right, "Fist, no iron can hurt this weird one, your knife...
...Every time I touch it, I absorb a trace of it. Hey, could it be the legendary spiritual weapon?"
The ghost shadow roared violently, silently. The surroundings were still quiet and only the sound of the wind could be heard. But that roar knocked the two of them back six or seven steps, and then the ghost shadow shot towards Wei Wujiu like a gust of wind. p>
Wei Wujiu was startled. The great halberd broke through the formation, and the energy and blood attached to the iron rod. It made a sound of breaking wind, and hit the ghost shadow in the throat. The latter seemed to have been severely injured and floated back a foot. The Tiger Soul Sword came and struck with a sword.
Break into his temple.
"You guessed it right. If we hadn't lost some energy and blood in the fight, this ghost wouldn't dare to appear in front of you and me. The strong energy and blood will do some damage to it." Wei Wujiu, who has strong martial arts and careful thinking, discovered
Ghost Shadow's flaws were not hidden and were immediately made public.
Chen Guang glanced sideways at the wound on his right shoulder. The blood stained the right half of his clothes red. His rosy face was already a bit pale and weak in the darkness. "Although the damage is there, it is not very effective. You burst out with all your strength."
Qi and blood can only repel it. After such an explosion for a few times, you will become sluggish, not to mention you are still injured."
"Injury... thanks to you." Wei Wujiu said.
Chen Guang was speechless, "It's as if my injury was caused by myself."
Wei Wujiu asked: "What can you do?"
Chen Guang thought for a moment, then faced the ghost's shadow with the tiger sword and said: "A Taoist priest once told me that there are only four types of weird things in the world: monsters, monsters, demons, and ghosts.
Shadowless, proficient in capturing souls, swallowing the sun, manipulating puppets, and bewitching. Ghosts will not appear out of thin air. Generally, the souls of people or animals are resentful and turn into ghosts, destroying their carriers. This ghost will self-defeat itself.
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Wei Wujiu frowned, "There's something wrong with that. Who knows what its carrier is and where it is stored. It's just the two of us. If we haven't found its carrier, I'm afraid we will die without a burial place."
Chen Guangdao: "The relationship between a ghost and its carrier is like the physical body and the soul. If it is too far away, it will disappear. Therefore, it must be near the ruined temple. Its carrier is either its own bones, personal belongings, or
Things like coffins, corpse urns... Wherever the Yin Qi is the strongest nearby, that's where its carrier is hidden. I can hold on here for a while, and you can go back as soon as possible."
This time it was Wei Wujiu's turn to be surprised. Isn't this man afraid that he would run away?
Wei Wujiu didn't hesitate and activated his energy and blood.
Qi, blood and yin are in opposition to each other, so qi and blood are most sensitive to yin.
The ghost figure didn't have much intelligence, so when it saw Wei Wujiu leaving, it didn't think about pursuing him, but focused on Chen Guang as its target.
The first form of the tiger sword technique, gobble it up.
Wei Wujiu galloped to the fork in the road, and without hesitating for a second, he missed the way down the mountain. The Yin Qi within the ruined temple was very heavy, every flower, grass, and gravel was filled with strange Yin Qi, and he felt a little bit like a snake.
, everything looks like a carrier of ghosts.
"Hey, this tree..."
It's strange to say that the yin energy next to the temple is so heavy that this tree doesn't have any yin energy at all. "When things go wrong, there must be monsters."
There is nothing strange about the locust tree. This kind of tree was very popular in the Tang Dynasty. Not to mention next to the temple, in the market, in the streets and alleys, it is not unusual. But it is very strange that this century-old locust tree has not been contaminated by any yin energy.
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Tsk.
The iron rod was driven into the tree, and red blood-like sap dripped from the cracks in the withered bark. The locust tree branches were like human hands, swinging left and right, and a human face appeared on the trunk.
The branches of the locust tree were dancing wildly, and dozens of branches were waved down like big hands. Wei Wujiu dodged and was not attacked.
Wei Wujiu sprinkled a drop of blood on the branches and leaves, and the blood disappeared instantly. He touched his nose and found a new wound. A faint Yin Qi lingered around the edge of the wound. "I said why is there no Yin Qi? It's you, a tree demon general."
After the Yin Qi has been completely absorbed, I concluded that the bones of the female ghost are buried under your foundation. You have absorbed the resentment, and the Yin Qi can be cultivated into a demon."
"There is a locust tree demon behind the temple. I can borrow a knife to use it."
The window opens and the knife comes out.
Wei Wujiu took it with his hand and cut off the branches with the force of the fierce wind.
The time it took for the locust tree to become a demon was short, it was only in the bone-refining realm, unable to move or walk, but its strength was very strong, comparable to that of a blood-refining demon beast, but not as strong as Wei Wujiu, who refined his pulse.
With a few swipes of the sword, Wei Wujiu chopped off the branches of the locust tree demon to pieces, broke the main trunk with a single blow, and used the tiger sword as a shovel to dig for a while, and finally dug out a large pitch black urn.
Open the urn and there is a rotten skeleton inside.
"Found it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost turned into blue smoke and got into the corpse urn.
Chen Guang chased him under the locust tree, and the ghost transformed into a woman again. However, at this moment, he could see her face clearly and hear her voice. "The slave family Yunji thanked the two young masters for their help and allowed the slave family to escape."
Please accept the control of the Sophora Tree Demon."
Pingping Tingting's figure bowed just like that, which made Chen Guang feel a little thirsty. Her face and figure were unparalleled. In such a huge county, her appearance could compete with this female ghost.
Never seen it.
Wei Wujiu held the Tiger Soul Sword in his hand and was about to give her a blow, but Chen Guang suddenly stopped him, "The girl has been dead for many years, and her bones are rotting, but she somehow became the weirdo who ruined the temple?"
Yun Ji cried and said: "The slave family was originally the oiran of the Qingmos Pavilion, and was loved by thousands of people. There were countless dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and sons from aristocratic families who wanted to see their true appearance. In order to drive up the slave family's worth, my mother did not care about those people.
I made an offer, but still couldn't get what I wanted, until one day, he showed up..."
Yunji tells the story of an courtesan who fell in love with a scholar, and then they were entangled in love and promised to stay together for life. Unexpectedly, the scholar met the daughter of a high-ranking official in high school. In order to prevent the past from being known, he sent someone to kill Yunji and buried her in the house.
Under the locust tree, over time, her resentment turned her into a ghost, causing the locust tree to turn into a demon, and greedily sucked the yin energy on which she relied for survival.
"Moss Pavilion?" Chen Guang thought for a moment and looked at Wei Wujiu.
Wei Wujiu hummed, "I have been living in darkness. Not to mention the entertainment venues, I don't even know the nearby restaurants and restaurants, let alone the Moss Pavilion."
Yun Ji chuckled, not showing her teeth, "I've been like this for forty-six summers and winters, so I'm afraid the Moss Pavilion is gone. Time has passed, the people back then may have died, and my hatred has been put aside...
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Chen Guang raised his hand, "It doesn't matter whether you let go or not. Whether you will take revenge is also not important. What is important is that I have heard many versions of your story. Except for the different names, the storytellers under the overpass are generally the same.
Even if the protagonist is called Eun Ji, Cai Yun... the story is too cliche, bad review."
Yun Ji's face changed, and she made a circle with her hands, pointing directly at Chen Guang's throat.
Bangdang.
Wei Wujiu kicked over the corpse urn, and Yunji screamed, her bones were turned into powder by Wei Wujiu, and she completely disappeared into thin air.
"I thought you would believe his lies." Wei Wujiu said.
Chen Guangdao: "Since it's nonsense, it doesn't hurt to listen to it."
He stretched out his hand and asked for the tiger sword.
Wei Wujiu laughed, but took a step back, "Do you think it will be harder for me to kill you with this knife than to return the knife to you? You trust others too easily, and this is not good."
Chen Guang spread his hands helplessly, "I can't help it. For a moment, your eyes were not bloodthirsty and full of stories. Instead, as a soldier, I think you should keep your promise and keep your word. It seems that I believe it...
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"You trust the right person."
Throwing the tiger sword back, Wei Wujiu said: "In the past nine years, you are the only person who has made me lose my desire to kill."