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The boundary between Yunyang and Qingxuguan is a conventional division, but the local people don't care and continue to plow and sow fields.
Sometimes during the spring plowing, a bull would be grazing back and forth. In half a day, he could jump left and right at the border hundreds of times.
Wang Fu led everyone to cross the border. At first, there was a sense of ritual. After all, they were stepping outside a Taoist temple, but later it felt normal.
This place is already a land without a king. The forces of Qingxu Guan have withdrawn, declaring that this land has no one to protect it and ghosts can wreak havoc at will.
"Young Palace King, some of my old friends were on their way here when they encountered a small town where ghosts were raging and they couldn't get through for the time being."
Huixiang was responsible for contacting the other party. At this time, he came to Wang Fu and hugged him.
"It's okay. Since they can't come, we'll go over."
Outside the town, a large group of troops stayed outside. Wang Fu led a group of confidants and several old friends from Hui Xiang to the entrance.
"Hoo ho ho!"
There were gusty winds, ghosts screaming, crying and laughing, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Well."
Sun Yanyan on the side opened his hand and waved, and a flaming palm as big as a wheel appeared in the air, violently picking up seven or eight gusts of evil wind.
The roar of the sinister wind became stronger and stronger, and there were curses, begging for mercy and threats from men, women and children, and it was like a boiling pot for a while.
"Just a little brat."
Sun Yanyan snorted coldly, and used his giant flame hands to refine the evil wind on the spot, and the ghosts hidden in it disappeared on the spot.
This time, hundreds of imps will be killed.
Imps are weaker than evil spirits. They have no intelligence and only have the instinct to harm people. They rarely appear sporadicly, but they gather together to carry out large-scale raids. They have been the main body of ghost disasters over the years.
The imps are like locusts. When they appear alone, even bold and mature men are not afraid of them. But once they gather together, they can easily sweep through the town, killing every household, forming a complete death zone.
Generally speaking, ghost disasters are precursors. After countless little ghosts have wreaked havoc, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts appear one after another, completely occupying the vacuum zone.
Just a few days after Qingxu Temple was evacuated, ghost disasters have already begun to appear. Given time, this land will be completely destroyed.
Looking at the sky above the town, countless evil winds were swirling and falling from time to time. It looked like there were more than a million little ghosts.
Several of Hui Xiang's old friends, who are also monks from Qingxu Temple, are currently fighting off ghost disasters in the small town.
"Young Master, I will go in and pick them up."
Hui Xiang gritted his teeth and decided to roll up his sleeves and go into battle.
"What's the rush? Let them come out on their own."
Wang Fu's palms glowed, and a hexagonal palace lantern appeared. He silently turned the lantern in his heart and lit the lantern.
The surrounding companions saw the palace lantern and knew that it was a magic weapon used to keep the lantern. The young palace master must be using some powerful secret method.
"go!"
Wang Fu pointed at the gloomy wind above his head, the palace lanterns shone brightly, and the hanging pearl strings made a rattling sound.
Circles of light broke away and flew out, turning into rings connected end to end, and disappeared into the dark wind in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, the dark wind shrank, and wherever the halo touched, all the little ghosts disappeared, like white snow meeting pure sunshine, like a candle meeting red-hot iron wire.
In the blink of an eye, the filth over the town was cleared away, leaving a large blank area.
At this time, many little ghosts reacted and flew toward Wang Fu's direction.
"Young Master, be careful."
Sun Yanyan, Ou Chengzong, Zhou Biying, Lang Xiaochen, Zhu Zisu, Lu Hansheng, Tu Dayou, etc. all used magic weapons and secret techniques.
Hui Xiang was even more hasty to take action, a floating thread bloomed in the air, and thousands of threads were pierced out.
With the combined efforts of everyone, countless little devils were beaten to death. However, there were countless evil winds, each with hundreds or even thousands of them, killing them endlessly. In the end, they simply took their lives to consume their mana.
"Ghost disaster.
At this moment, they experienced it personally and realized why Wei was called a ghost disaster.
The kid travels on a large scale, completely ignoring its own casualties, destroying all obstacles in front of it with a mighty and never-ending momentum.
Even if a cultivator is caught in this situation, without external help, his strength will eventually fail and he will end up being torn apart by ghosts.
"Young Master, please be careful.'
Hui Xiang raised his hand, and each thread pierced a little devil. However, the little devil went too far, and every time he punched out a blank, more jumped out from the dark wind, making it densely packed.
"this……"
It's okay for Hui Xiang. After all, he is an old man from the Northwest House of Commons. He has been practicing for most of his life and has never seen any scenes.
The newcomers who followed Wang Fu were exposed to it for the first time, and their scalps were numb.
Even the practitioners could not resist such a terrifying momentum. I am afraid that the town in front of them has been wiped out long ago, without leaving any living person.
"Everyone get out of the way."
Wang Fu suddenly spoke, and he was seen holding a command flag and squinting into the air.
The mighty dark wind seemed to be a hole in the sky, coming out from another world continuously. No matter how many they killed, they could continue to replenish it, and the total amount would not decrease.
Looking at the town again, from the ground, the houses are constantly coming out of the dark wind, and there are waves of people swarming along the streets.
"woo woo woo woo."
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling is like an electric drill being pierced into the ears, making people feel uneasy.
In addition, everyone has been locked in a bitter battle for a long time, and their moods are beginning to become impetuous, and they are about to show a tendency to retreat.
Wang Fu, the young palace master took action, and as soon as he took action, Bao Yan gave birth to a light flag.
"call."
The command flag was pointed at the top of the head, and in the blink of an eye it suddenly grew to the height of a person. The broad flag surface spread out, with red lotus-like fire bones dancing on its surface.
"Collect it for me."
Wang Fu twisted his wrist, the flag surface rotated, and a huge force was released, which began to suck in the evil wind, and the imp that appeared also spun into explosions and merged into the evil wind.
"This flag is so wonderful."
Hui Xiang couldn't help but marvel, the warm breath emitted by the flame flag made the practitioners very comfortable.
However, when the little devil touches it, it disappears on the spot.
The dark wind was sucked onto the flag, and the flames disappeared without a trace.
Just like that, the dark wind in the air was pulled, and one after another was drawn into the command flag, refining it into nothingness.
Hui Xiang moved his hands and found that the endless dark wind in front of him had become so thin that it disappeared.
Looking at other people, they all took back their magic weapons one after another, and the pressure suddenly decreased until it disappeared.
The dark wind that spread over the town was actually stopped by Wang Fu with a command flag, and it was in disarray.
"Brother Huixiang, thank you for your help."
Someone shouted from the town, and Hui Xiang smiled happily, "Good brothers, we will meet you outside the town."
After a while, the group of people broke out of the thin dark wind and arrived outside the town, appearing in front of Wang Fu and others.
This group of Taoist priests are relatively old, and their robes are different from the style of Sanqing Temple, and are more blue and white.
"Brother Changshi, this is our new Head of the Supervisory Court, Young Master Wang, and the beloved disciple of my family's Head Palace."
"It was him just now who broke up the ghost disaster and rescued you."
There were more than a dozen Taoist priests opposite, all of whom were monks. They were stunned when they heard this, and their eyes fell on Wang Fu.
In the Northwest Lower House, they usually have many contacts and are quite familiar with each other, but they did not expect that the new prison guard would be so young.