People's fear of invisible things that are invisible to the naked eye can probably be traced back to the era of the origin of Homo sapiens. Bacteria, virus, toxins, bad luck, and later based on the above things, they imagined to scare their own ghosts - they are all more frightening than tangible monsters. Yuedegong, the very promising disciples, invited the mitral cannons out of the trunk, then held a large killer weapon, squeezed each other side by side and retreated.

Sheng Lingyuan watched coldly, thinking it was very interesting because these people used to bomb the mountains and deal with the scarecrows. Before he could look at these so-called "misilver cannons", he felt a small piece of bad water splashing in the little demon's heart. When he turned around, he saw Xuan Ji gesture at Luo Cuicui.

Luo Cuicui held her breath, blushed, and made a thick fart posture with her neck. After a while, several green ivy stems "stretched" out of his wrist, and green vines fell to the ground. The bamboo leaves and green snakes were like small snakes, approaching the apprentices holding Misin, and quietly bypassing the ankles of several people.

Xuan Ji nodded at Luo Cuicui and signaled Ping Qianru that Ping Qianru may be the real koi physique, a logistics company with no combat power, ran around in such a dangerous situation, not only without any injuries, but even the phone still has 60% of its power.

Luo Cuicui pulled the rattan suddenly, and at the same time, Ping Qianru pressed the audio downloaded in advance on her phone, and a piece of audio of a female ghost screaming happened to step on the drum beats.

"Ghost! Someone catches my feet!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Immediately afterwards, "boom", the Misilver cannon went fire!

Sheng Lingyuan reached out to block his eyes, and his palm almost touched the heat of Mithril. On the one hand, he had never seen such a thing before, and was shocked by the powerful energy and simple operation of contemporary technology. On the other hand, he couldn't understand the old jokes in modern horror movies, and didn't keep up with the plot. He was confused, and didn't understand why these people were so scared.

Although the old man Tang suit and his disciples and grandchildren were in their arms, they were like toddlers holding sharp blades. When they were in danger, their weapons were not only unable to defend themselves, but they were not enough for them to commit suicide. The fired mitral shot a meteor-like white light directly into the distance, drew a brilliant parabola, and then smashed the road. The whole road was cut into two sections from the middle, and the panicked apprentices were in chaos.

Wang Ze: "Zhang Zhao!"

Zhang Zhao "clicked" and pressed the time pause. Yue Degong's disciples and grandchildren freeze. Wang Ze and Xuan Ji took action at the same time, and the rhythm was very accurate... It was too accurate. These two people were incompatible, and they had not discussed it in advance, and they were not very tacit in cooperation.

As soon as Wang Ze pointed, water droplets immediately condensed from the moist air of Dongchuan, quickly formed into a film, and pasted it at the old man Tang Hua and his apprentices. As soon as he met someone, it formed a layer of transparent handcuffs, firmly "cuffed" them, so that they could no longer fire.

However, Xuan Ji planned to directly heat the "Misins" gun barrel, which made the grandsons let go.

The two of them have similar ideas, the same purpose, but the opposite approach. The result of the action at the same time is that a "water and fire are in conflict" - Wang Ze's "water handcuffs" made Xuan Ji bake evaporate!

Pig teammate!

Wang Ze's blue veins jumped straight: "Director Xuan, do you still remember that you are a logistics company?"

Xuan Ji: "The whole world has forgotten it, I just remember it myself, is it useful?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

His migraine had not yet passed, and the two of them were screaming and their temples were leaping.

The precious second pause jumped over, and the old man in Tang immediately came to his senses: "Who?!"

Zhang Zhao was very desperate, time was ruthless. He snatched a second with a special energy, which was equivalent to wedging a nail on the big net of time. A "net" with a depression point would twist around the depression point for a long time before it could recover smoothness. This means that for a long time after a second pause, the time flow rate of other things around would increase, and they would collectively become slow-motion players!

As the apprentice of Yue Degong, the old man in Tang suit had two tricks after all. In the blink of an eye, he realized that he had been cheated. Ping Qianru's audio that scared people just now happened to reveal their location!

Old man in Tang suit: "Rat!"

He suddenly shook a piece of stuff from his sleeve, as big as a handkerchief, and looked like a rag.

The "rag" fell to the ground and immediately spread to the surroundings. The ground under the feet of the Extraordinary Control Bureau turned into a swamp. Except for Xuan Ji, who had wings, everyone was pulled down by the swamp.

Ping Qianru reacted the fastest and fell to the ground as soon as possible, laying straight and spreading it at Sheng Lingyuan's feet.

Sheng Lingyuan blinked, and Ping Qianru seemed to want to confirm that this person was the so-called "sword spirit", not the big devil who was struck by lightning. She plucked up the courage to explain to him: "Increasing the area of ​​force will reduce the pressure."

Xuan Ji: "I know you have full marks in junior high school physics, so why don't you go away quickly!"

At the same time, the old man in Tang suit snatched a handful of Misin and targeted several people who were "captured" by the swamp.

Sheng Lingyuan sighed, probably understanding why "Qingpingsi" later became Guan and Zhang Daji.

He raised one hand, made a handprint in the air, and said a low voice to the witch. Because of the different flow of time, his movements were slowed down, but he seemed particularly calm. After his words fell, the swamp under their feet was like an obedient child, "rolling" from the ground, rising into the air like a blanket, and retaliating back towards the old man Tang suit and his group of apprentices.

Tang suit was frightened, and the Misilver cannon suddenly left the fire, smashing on the nearby hillside, and huge rocks rolled down one after another.

Wang Ze avoided a rolling stone in a panic: "Director! Can you notify me and Fan Yu before you can use your big move?"

Xuan Ji smiled bitterly: "Do you think I am a foolish person who can control him?"

The fieldmen brought the logistics personnel around them and ran away on the spot.

Only Ping Qianru was still flat on the ground, with only Sheng Lingyuan beside her. She was frightened and motionless. Sheng Lingyuan beside her was also motionless. She neither saved people nor dodged. She even closed her eyes slightly, as if she was listening carefully to the whistling mountain wind. Xuan Ji took Yang Chao out of the landslide and pushed him to Zhang Zhao. She was about to fly over to catch Ping Qianru, but found that the rocks seemed to have spirits, sliding away on unnatural trajectories, avoiding the locations of the two of them.

Ping Qianru was stunned: What kind of special ability is this?

Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand at her. She felt lightening all over her body, as if she was a hydrogen balloon, gently lifted up by the air until her feet fell on the ground.

Ping Qianru looked at Sheng Lingyuan in surprise, but saw Sheng Lingyuan, who had been expressionless, smiled at her and said in very unskilled Mandarin: "The mountains and rivers here like you very much."

Ping Qianru: “…ah?”

He speaks Mandarin like a foreign friend, but he can even use anthropomorphic rhetoric?

Xuan Ji happened to come over and pushed Ping Qianru to a safe area. He couldn't help but feel a little sad: Why, the little girl can get different treatment?

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him with a smile.

Xuan Ji immediately regulated his thoughts and asked Sheng Lingyuan: "Is the swamp just now also the 'curse' of the witch tribe?"

Sheng Lingyuan said "yes".

Xuan Ji: "But how could that old man use it? Did they decipher the witch's words?"

Sheng Lingyuan did not answer, but Xuan Ji saw a picture in his heart - the young man lying on the stone table, dipped in fish bones with special flower juice, and translated the witch language into ancient Chinese on the non-rotten and uncast leaves one by one.

The ancient Chinese characters are different from the witch language, especially the words of that era, which are mostly written on bamboo slips and stone tablets, horizontal and vertical, with edges and corners. If you are not careful, the leaves will be scratched, and you have to be as careful as carved on an eggshell. Little Aluojin held his head and watched, and was thrust by his slow motion. His eyelids became heavier and heavier. He shook left and right for a while, and he fell into the flower juice used for writing. The flower juice splashed everywhere. Sheng Lingyuan was so implicated by him that he had finally written that the leaves became colorful and colorful. So he caught Aluojin and beat him up.

The picture flashed away, so fast that Xuan Ji almost thought it was his own illusion.

The Human Emperor... personally translated some witch documents?

The Witch Man race has no record in history, as if it has never existed. Only things like "Mirror Flower, Water, Moon Butterfly" have been passed down. People are "describing butterflies" and if they know their origin, the "Witch Man race" will probably enter the villain material library of novels and movies.

The Yuede Gong probably thought that the ancient tombs they dug belonged to an ancient tribe with strange customs. This tribe liked to play tricks of witchcraft, had no cultural heritage, and appeared quietly. Maybe before they could evolve from a foolish slave society to a feudal society, they disappeared into the waves of history. Even if the truth was revealed, people were concerned about Yuede Gong who deceived the world and endangered public safety. No one knew what kind of civilization ruin they had destroyed.

These thoughts flashed through Xuan Ji's heart. Before he could think clearly, he saw Sheng Lingyuan's face suddenly become cold.

The backlash spell overturned the old man Tang suit and a group of disciples. Before they could recover their vision, the old man Tang suit felt that his wrist holding Mitsunian "rattle" sounded. He was stunned for a moment, and then the severe pain came, and he screamed.

The white light dissipated, and the disciples were stunned to find their master kneeling on the ground, his broken wrist was wrapped around by a man with a green ivy vine hanging behind him, his neck was unnaturally tilted, and he rolled his eyes.

The man was wearing a torn robe, with long hair and wet hair, his eyes were like cold stars, and he was like a top-notch ghost in the mountains and rivers.

Xuan Ji felt that he was murderous again and hurriedly shouted in his heart: "Your Majesty, keep someone!"

At the same time, he shouted to the stunned disciples: "Put down your weapons! Otherwise, twist your master's head off!"

The old man in Tang suit sucked over, and the "misilver" in his hands fell all over the floor.

Although it was already late at night, the movement of the Dongchuan mountain collapse still woke up most of the city and immediately became a hot search for night owls.

The reinforcements mobilized by provinces around Dongchuan were finally in place, and several of Yuede Gong's senior apprentices were arrested and the public security organs were notified at the same time.

Yuede Gong has been entrenched in Dongchuan for nearly a hundred years, and has countless disciples and grandchildren. He has a large number of transfer records and transaction records. The evidence of the "curse" technique found is conclusive. In the Penglai conference room, all the big men who challenged the other control bureau lost their voices, fearing that they would cause trouble. They did not have the unique conditions for committing crimes, nor did they have the ancient witchcraft magic, so they did not form such a crazy "profit model". But if they were deeply involved, no one dared to guarantee that their subordinates would have done anything similar.

Xiao Zheng obtained direct evidence, and immediately broke up and summoned the field waiting nearby to take down Yue Degong, protecting Director Huang and leaving. Afterwards, he personally transferred two special special energy teams from "Thunder" and "Storm", and flew from Yong'an headquarters to Dongchuan overnight.

The next day before dawn, Xuan Ji and the others finally handed over the errands, and the group was sent to a hotel in the city.

At the end of Dongchuan, a hazy mist appeared in the mountains. The mountain torn by mitril silver smashed through the winding road, and the white bones were exposed. The bronze coffin also sank into the depths of the pool along with the rolling rocks. Alujin's eyebrows were nailed with dark red steel nails, which made his originally stretched and delicate eyebrows a little more cramped, adding a strange and ferocious temperament.

He was like being trapped in a nightmare that he would never wake up.

A string of bubbles rose from the water and slid into the weak morning light. The rolling dark clouds rose from all directions and began to gather towards the cliffs.

From the time of receiving this unlucky task, Xuan Ji first discovered that his sword was not his own, and then he was mixed up with the grudges and hatred between His Majesty and the Witch Chief. He felt that his values ​​in the first half of his life were pushed down several times. He was exhausted and fell asleep on the road.

A white light flew from the west, as fast as a car light flashing on Xuan Ji from time to time.

Sheng Lingyuan, who had originally closed his eyes and entered meditation, was suddenly alarmed by something and opened his eyes and looked around. However, except for a car of "Qingping Si Jung-Si" who was snoring loudly, he frowned in confusion, and always felt a familiar aura floating in the air.

What is that?

Sheng Lingyuan tried to release his spiritual consciousness a little unfamiliarly, but there was only the turbid wind in Dongchuan that became unfamiliar. At this time, he noticed that the little demon connected to his mind was dragged into the dream.

Sheng Lingyuan is thousands of miles away from the "sage and gentleman" and does not pay attention to "not looking at what is wrong". In dreams, people's hearts are most likely to be lost and opportunities cannot be missed. Of course, he must take advantage of others' dangers.

After all, he was also confused. Which clan is so brave that he dared to raise his corpse.

Sheng Lingyuan withdrew his spiritual consciousness that was lingering in Dongchuan, followed Xuan Ji's murmurs from the dream and sneaked into the depths of Xuan Ji's consciousness. Before he could break in, he felt something. He suddenly retreated and just stepped back. He saw a wall of fire rising into the sky deep in Xuan Ji's consciousness. The fire light was snow-white, and it turned out to be the Southern Ming Lihuo.

According to legend, the Lihuo of Nanming is the real fire of the divine bird Zhuque. It can burn everything. It is the nemesis of the Ten Thousand Demons. Sheng Lingyuan was swept by the remnant of the fire, and his throat was a little fishy. He forced a mouthful of blood and hesitantly stared at the little demon's sea of ​​consciousness wrapped in flames.

Zhuque... Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but reach out and press his chest that was so painful - Zhuque clan had already lost his soul, so where did the descendants come from?

What's more, even if Zhuque is a demon clan, Sheng Lingyuan has to admit that it is the most divine clan among the demon clan. Although this little demon looks like Shukuo and bold, and is full of real fire to drive away evil spirits, he always has a faint evil spirit on his body.

There is a fire in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness to protect it, and the natal attribute of raising corpses seems to be "gold"... But gold and fire are incompatible, what is this?

Sheng Lingyuan frowned and felt uncomfortable by Li Huo. He was about to retreat, but he heard a few words leaked from the little demon's dream.

People are irrational in dreams, so sleep talk is often nonsense and has little value.

But Sheng Lingyuan suddenly stopped - because the intermittent and inconsistent sleep talk was not spoken by the people here... The language called "Mandarin" is Daqi Yayin!

The malicious devil was on the side. Xuan Ji refused to fall asleep, but before he could struggle, a sound of hearing hallucinations like a broken stone suddenly came from his ear. He tilted his head and "difficult" as if he was "slapped in the flower". In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the era of the melee of Jiuzhou. His perspective kept changing, sometimes it was people, sometimes it was something. He was either escaping his life or fighting.

Sometimes he seemed to be soaked in the sea of ​​blood, and the smell of the sky was covered with sticky smell. Sometimes his heart was full of murderous intent, and he roared and chopped off one unknown head after another.

He was chilling all over in the flames and killing, and instinctively leaned towards the only source of heat. It was a pair of hands. At first, it was the child's delicate but scarred little hands. His fingers slowly stretched out, and layers of calluses were grinding out of the palms. In a trance, he seemed to have been dependent on those hands for many years and never separated.

Suddenly, the hand seemed to have been severely damaged, and the powerful finger suddenly loosened, and she left him, struggling hard to reach him, but Xuan Ji couldn't help but get farther and farther away from him, a burst of indescribable sadness surged into his heart, and the ubiquitous pain flowed to his limbs and bones...

Xuan Ji woke up in a cold sweat. The car that sent them was parked at the hotel entrance. The heart-wrenching pain was still lingering on his chest. His eyes were dazed to Sheng Lingyuan leaning against the car window.
To be continued...