"Ghosts are cunning, so there is no need to go around in circles with them."
Si Nanfeng's eyes were like lightning, he glanced around, spread out his hands, and several red threads emerged from his fingertips, wrapping around his index finger.
"The red thread belongs to fire and can ward off evil spirits."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red threads on his fingertips spread out, stretching straight one by one, straight into the depths of the void, and glaringly covering the entire square.
The red threads intertwined and took root in the ground, stage, tables and benches in the blink of an eye.
The other disciples admired him greatly. This secret technique of finding enemies is profound and difficult, and can only be used by non-disciples.
Whoosh whoosh!
The red lines finally crisscrossed and converged on...the coffin in the center of the square.
"Sure enough, it's here."
The large vermilion coffin has a smooth paint surface and the word "longevity" written on it. It is placed in mid-air with bricks to prevent it from contacting the earth's atmosphere.
Bian Yunlong and Wang Fu seemed to be asleep, lying inside without moving.
The surrounding red threads intertwined into a spider web, and the densest place was around the coffin.
"I should have thought of it a long time ago. Evil ghosts do harm to people, and the coffin is the location of their ghost realm."
As a disciple of Qu Qu, Si Nanfeng is one of the seven leading disciples. He does have real abilities. He can find the core of the evil ghost with a little manipulation.
Suddenly, the stage became lively, actors appeared one after another, and you came and I sang the opera.
However, Si Nanfeng and his party remained unmoved and stared at the coffin.
"Destroy this coffin."
"We can't hurt Wang Fu and Bian Yunlong. Move them out first."
Several fellow disciples nodded and stepped forward to save Wang Fu and Bian Yunlong.
Suddenly, several white ribbons flew out from the stage and wrapped around several people.
Si Nanfeng grasped the air, and with a wave of his hand, he condensed the wind and fire into a blade and cut off several white silk ribbons.
"The coffin is the evil spirit's key point. We have an idea."
Suddenly, the world in front of them was spinning, the ground was shaking, and everyone was unsteady.
"Okay, one more."
"pretty."
After finally gaining a foothold, they looked around and saw that they had arrived on the stage. Below them were all the guests eating wine and watching a show.
Si Nanfeng looked at the stage under his feet, which seemed to have no end, extending in all directions.
Surrounded by gongs and drums, the erhu played melodiously, and the musical instrument team played hard.
In order to protect the coffin, the evil ghost specially sent him to the stage to trap the group of people.
"I'll try."
A fellow disciple jumped forward, his Fengxing technique took effect, he jumped into the air, and was about to jump off the stage.
However……
Boom!
The fellow disciple fell to the ground and turned somersaults, then stood up and looked around, still on the stage.
Si Nanfeng and others saw it clearly. The moment they jumped up, the stage moved forward. When they landed, the opponent was still rolling on the spot and did not fly even half a step away.
After trying a few more times, the stage seemed to be alive, with its surroundings extending infinitely. No matter whether I was flying or jumping, I could never touch the edge.
"snort?"
Si Nanfeng snorted coldly, raised the wind fire blade in his hand, and slashed it down toward the stage.
"when!"
There was a clang, and the gun barrel stretched out from the side to block Si Nanfeng's sharp blade.
This is a flower gun used by the stage crew. It is a wooden pole with a painted surface. How can it withstand the sharp and hot blades of wind and fire?
"Wow, come and tell me your name."
A general with a colorful face and a flag on his back, holding a wooden gun, came towards Si Nanfeng.
Soldiers filed in from behind, each holding a wooden weapon, shouting and killing.
"Whoosh!"
Si Nanfeng's wind and fire blade suddenly stretched out and cut a soldier in half. The flames rose up, and it turned out to be a paper puppet.
The other disciples also used their skills to kill the soldiers one by one. As expected, they were all transformed into paper figures.
Behind the stage, there seemed to be countless paper figures hiding, emerging one after another and fighting fiercely with them.
Si Nanfeng was killing him from left to right, and he had to deal with the colorful-faced generals, unable to get his hands free.
Balls of fire rose up, burning the paper figures into ashes, and palm-sized black butterflies were flying all over the sky.
Under the stage.
The guests at the banquet had dull eyes and excited expressions. They all froze while watching the "big show" on the stage.
"Um?"
Wang Fu and Bian Yunlong stopped, and a fire appeared in front of them, and a paper figure spontaneously ignited without wind.
This is the first time I have seen such a strange situation.
However, the two of them had clearly tried it just now, and these paper figures were so strong that they could not be damaged by knife, cut, or fire.
After a few breaths, the fire lit by the paper man went out, but another fire started rising in the other direction.
Next, there were paper figures burning and extinguishing one after another.
"Senior Brother Bian, what do you think?"
Wang Fu looked at Bian Yunlong.
A smile appeared on Bian Yunlong's lips, "It's probably the evil ghost's bluff, it's nothing."
The next moment, his expression changed, and he changed his words and said, "No, something must have happened outside, and the evil ghost couldn't take care of itself, so there was such a change."
Two sentences, two conclusions, completely opposite.
Wang Fu noticed that Bian Yunlong's expression was extremely struggling, obviously fighting against the invasion of evil spirits.
It's getting more serious.
Wang Fu took out two ghost-sealing talismans and placed them on Bian Yunlong's left and right shoulders, "Senior Brother Bian, please bear with me."
"Where did you get the ghost-sealing charm?"
Brother Bian stepped back as if he had been stung by a poisonous insect, but his arms stretched forward.
"The ones I picked up on the road must have been left behind by other students."
This makes sense. Many disciples were defeated and died, and the ghost-sealing vessels were left behind. The ghosts were not interested in them, and no one cared about them.
"Thank you very much."
With two ghost sealing charms attached to his shoulders, Bian Yunlong's expression returned to calm and he thanked Wang Fu.
However, Wang Fu knew that the ghost-sealing talisman could only stop Bian Yunlong for a while, but after waiting for a long time, Bian Yunlong would still be helpless.
"brush."
An extremely sharp breath came towards me.
Wang Fu subconsciously took a few steps back, and half of the paper man's body fell at his feet, with the fracture smooth and neat.
"This is……"
Wang Fu looked at the fracture, his eyes condensed, "Fire Clothes Sword Art."
There are remnants of the power of wind and fire in the paper figurine's fractures, which are compressed and condensed into a sharp and hot line, cutting things incredibly fast.
"It's Senior Brother Si Nanfeng."
When Bian Yunlong saw this, he cried out in surprise, "He's here, and we'll be saved."
"Si Nanfeng?"
"Yes, he is Master Lu's disciple. Why, you don't know?"
Wang Fu was shocked. He did not expect that among his companions on this trip, there was actually a direct disciple of Professor Lu.
In other words, except for Lang Xiaochen, he didn't know who were Professor Lu's other disciples?
Just with this Fire Clothes Sword Art, this unmasked senior brother Si Nanfeng can be called a strong man in the song.
However, Wang Fu had doubts, was he really saved?
There was no hesitation in the breath that hit my face just now, and I was afraid that I had not considered accidental injury.
Can this Senior Brother Si Nanfeng really save them?
Swish, brush, brush!
The void seemed to stretch out an invisible sickle and cut the wheat, cutting the paper figures in half, and they all fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Fu and Bian Yunlong were surrounded by the remains of paper figures on the ground.
The surrounding vision begins to become clearer.
Wang Fu didn't expect that they would break the paper man's maze in this way.
It seems that the fierce battle between Senior Brother Si Nanfeng and the evil ghost is extremely fierce.