In the sky, there is a waning moon, quiet and cold, the moonlight is like water.
Under the moonlight, the deserted house looked spooky.
Feng Sheng didn't need Shancha's instructions, so he lit a few torches and placed them around the well, took out the incense ashes and sprinkled them around the ground.
Shancha found a stone and sat down, lit the pipe and started smoking, "Feng Sheng, kill this water ghost."
Feng Sheng plucked his ears in disbelief, "Master... Master, I haven't learned much Yin and Yang skills yet!"
"Famous teachers produce great disciples, don't forget, your master is the Emperor of the Underworld."
Widow Feng, who was following behind, kicked her son in the butt, "You are a loser. Your master is here to take charge. Are you afraid of a ball?"
Your master is the Emperor of the Underworld, and your master is the Immortal Corpse Emperor. Regardless of your Taoism, as long as you give your name, ordinary warlocks must treat you respectfully.
Not to mention you, even my mother-in-law has benefited a lot from it.
If others want to see your master, they must give you a favor, and then she will go and tell you.
You can just find a decent person from a well-known family and give your name, and they must entertain you with good wine and good food, otherwise they will look down on the Emperor of Hades." Widow Feng tried her best to inspire her son's courage, which made her saliva fly.
"Am I so powerful?" Feng Sheng's little neck grew a lot, and his waist straightened up. With a look of disdain on his face, he drew out his mahogany sword and walked majestically toward the well.
Shancha raised her lips and smiled. Her apprentice had a good understanding and could learn things after just one try, but he was a little timid. Today was a good opportunity for him to practice his courage.
"Auntie, please call the doctor to Xuanyuan Mansion later. Feng Sheng will be injured today."
"Well, Auntie understands, if you don't get hurt, you won't have a long memory, and if you don't get beaten, you won't be able to thrive." Although Widow Feng felt sorry for her son, she also knew that if her son wanted to get ahead, he had to endure hardships first.
If you don't fight with evil objects with real swords and real guns, you will always end up talking about it on paper.
Before Feng Sheng could reach the well, a gust of cold wind blew out of the well without any warning, and the torch swayed with a "huffing" sound.
A stream of black energy gushes out from the well, and in the black energy, a man covered in blue and gray floats out standing.
What Feng Sheng was thinking about at this time was not how to clean up the evil things, but what his master would say when he saw the evil things.
He rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a word, so he clasped his palms together and said, "Hello, donor, we meet again."
Widow Feng covered her face and said, "Son, when did you leave home?"
Feng Sheng also realized, yes, he is not a monk, and he stood with one palm in front of his chest and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
Now Shancha was no longer calm, "Disciple, you are a disciple!"
Feng Sheng's face turned red, and he made quick gestures with his hands, "You are so bold and evil. I am here, sir, so I won't catch you without restraint."
"court death!"
With a sharp cry, Zhou Sheng came wrapped in black mist.
Feng Sheng reached out and took out the fire-refining sand from the package, threw it on the ground, and threw a torch out.
The torch fell to the ground and burst into flames with a "pop" sound, and a raging fire broke out around the well.
Feng Sheng held a mahogany sword and stared at Zhou Sheng quietly in the flames. A lot of the black mist was extinguished by the flames, but Zhou Sheng still broke through the flames and came to him.
"I will swallow your three souls and seven souls." Zhou Sheng opened his teeth and clawed at Feng Sheng's Tianling Cap, but the black and rotten arm suddenly froze in mid-air.
Feng Sheng grabbed his arm firmly, like holding a popsicle, the cold was biting.
Zhou was so angry that black smoke erupted from his body and he roared angrily.
Feng Sheng grabbed the evil object with one hand, drew the soul-killing talisman with the other, and quickly patted the evil object on the chest.
"ah!"
The spell burned a black palm mark on Zhou Sheng's chest. He ignored the pain and reached out to grab Feng Sheng's neck.
Feng Sheng was not afraid at all. He tilted his head back to avoid the attack. Then he sprayed blood from the tip of his tongue on the mahogany sword and swept the sword away.
A crisp "click" sound!
Zhou Sheng looked at his broken arm and was stunned for a moment.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at Feng Sheng. The complex emotions in his eyes were mixed with anger, despair and ridicule, which made Feng Sheng tremble with fear.
Zhou Sheng's eyes rolled up little by little, and the corners of his mouth were torn apart little by little.
Until finally, the eyes turned completely white, the corners of the mouth were torn to the roots of the ears, the body was split in the middle, and a giant black shadow came out of the body and floated in mid-air.
That crazy twisted face was hidden in the black mist, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Feng Sheng was so anxious that he stamped his little feet, "Master, he flew too high and I can't catch him. What should I do now?"
"You figure it out yourself. If you can't kill this evil thing today, you won't be my apprentice in the future." Shancha said harsh words, but he squeezed the talisman tightly in his hand to prevent this evil thing from really hurting Feng.
born.
Feng Sheng frowned, drew palm thunder on his hand, and shot it into the air.
"Boom!"
The evil object flew several meters away at once. Feng Sheng saw that it was effective and swatted it into the air with one palm after another. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
Shancha almost had a nosebleed when she saw it. She was not short of money now, and the package for her apprentice was full. Why didn't this guy know how to use his brain?
After taking more than a hundred slaps, Feng Sheng sat down on the ground so tiredly, "Master, I can't beat him to death."
"Figure it out yourself!"
Hearing what Shan Cha said, Feng Sheng cried loudly, knowing that he could no longer count on his master. He stretched out his little hand to touch the package and pulled out a dragon-like whip from inside, "I will fight with you."
Feng Sheng bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on the whip. The whip exploded into several streaks of red light.
At the same time, he chanted a spell in his mouth, stamped on the ground with one foot, jumped more than one meter high, and whipped his whip towards the evil object in the air.
The whip seemed to have spiritual power, wrapping around the evil creature's neck. Feng Sheng pulled it down hard and brought him to the ground.
Feng Sheng also tried his best, grabbing the dragon tendon whip hard and chanting the exorcism formula.
The magic formula is like a silver light, pressing down from the top of the evil creature's head.
No matter how hard the evil creature struggles, it cannot retreat even half an inch.
The evil creature screamed, opened its mouth, and rushed towards Feng Sheng, but for some reason it was blocked by the silver light outside him and could not advance even half a point.
Feng Sheng clenched the whip with one hand, raised the other hand, bit his index finger, and seemingly slowly, but in fact quickly, he broke through the black mist in front of him, fell on the evil object, and drew a soul-killing talisman.
"Ah!" A scream!
The black mist exploded, and several rays of golden light flashed out from the evil object.
The evil thing roared wildly, a large amount of Yin Qi came out of its mouth, and waved its hands towards Feng Sheng.
Feng Sheng recited the spell quickly, and at the same time, he dodged his body left and right to prevent the evil creature's hands from touching him.
Even though Feng Sheng's body was flexible, he was still sprayed with a lot of dark mist.
When these mist penetrated his body, it instantly felt like the twelfth lunar month of winter, when he was naked in the cold wind, freezing to the bone, and his whole body became extremely stiff.