Xuan Qi sat cross-legged in the courtyard, pinching a small ball in his hand, using the Qi technique, thinking about the direction of the target in his mind, and then throwing the small ball out.

He walked out of the room, flew twenty meters away, and hit the target on the rockery, centering the red heart. He threw one hundred small balls in a row, and the hit rate reached 100%. Xuan Qi felt dizzy, his eyes were constantly blackened, and the true energy in his body was consumed. He quickly turned the dragon transformation and absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy. Yu Ku's body gradually swelled like a sponge.

After a while, Xuan Qi opened his eyes and said excitedly: "I can really use the air bullet in the air of the qi technique." This is also a mysterious feeling. When shooting the target in the morning, Xuan Qi thought it was his own illusion, but he didn't expect that this was true. If the qi technique is input into the bullet, Xuan Qi can hit every shot.

"The magic will not fall behind, the key is that you have to learn and apply it." The old man suddenly said earnestly: "A great monk in Tongxuan does not practice profound and unfathomable magic, but he can use the most correct magic to exert the maximum lethality in the most appropriate time."

Lao Tzu felt it was necessary to popularize some basic knowledge for Xuan Qi: "In the era of Emperor Xuanyuan, there was such a great Xuanshi. He attached the true energy in his body to the bow and arrow and shot down the nine suns in the sky. His name was Houyi."

Xuan Qi nodded and found that these two methods were really similar. He also attached the qi technique to it, and then changed the flight trajectory and hit the target directly. When the true qi is continuous and the birth is endless, he will hit it all.

Just as the next round of experiments was about to be carried out, the cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Xuan Qi picked it up and put it in his ear. He heard the heavy breathing sound of beard: "I was possessed by evil spirits. We encountered ghosts in the jujube forest and hit the wall. The compass cannot be used. The sky is always black. Even if we rely on satellite positioning, we will return to our original place no matter how we go. What should we do?"

The so-called ghosts hit the wall means that when walking at night or in the suburbs, you cannot tell the direction, your self-perception is vague, and you don’t know where to go. Even if you take steps, you always keep going in circles.

Ghost-killing walls are also a relatively low-level maze. Some places naturally form ghost-killing walls, and some places are artificially modified ghost-killing walls. The bayonet team's mission this time must have attracted the attention of masters of mysticism, so this ghost-killing walls was arranged by humans, just to trap them until they are exhausted and then kill them.

"Build a defensive position on the spot and ignore whatever happens outside. Send me your most location, then look at the countdown to the watch, and within twelve hours, I will appear in front of you." Xuan Qi took a pen and remembered a coordinate in the palm of his hand, and ended the call.

"Twelve hours, this time is really tight." The old man was a little worried: "Do you have the air control technique..." When he said this, the old man suddenly remembered that it was not the past, and there were modern tools that travel thousands of miles a day.

Xuanqi went to Capital Airport to buy a ticket to fly to Xinjiang Province one hour later. After four and a half hours, Xuanqi appeared in Xinjiang Province. Then he pried open the lock of a car from the side of the road, pulled out the thread and ignited the fire. Xuanqi drove to the frontier. After running a few hundred kilometers, Xuanqi stopped the car and stole a sub-license plate from the parking lot of the gas station next to the road.

I used the time to make a time difference, changed my license plate and continued to run forward. Before dawn, Xuanqi rushed outside the border line and saw wild sand jujube forests.

"Tsk tsk" The old chariot couldn't help but feel surprised and whispered: "This is a good place, no wonder there are ghosts hitting the wall. What can you tell if you look closely?"

Xuan Qi pushed open the car door and looked from a distance and saw the black black air circling over the entire wild sand jujube forest. Although a thousand years have passed, it has not become thinner, but has become more and more intense.

"Is this an ancient battlefield?" Xuan Qi hesitated: "The soldiers who were once dead were buried under the wild jujube forest?"

"Yes, because no one recites scriptures here and does not resolve the anger here, the dead soldiers have become evil spirits." The old man said, chanting the scriptures to save the dead souls in Xuan Qi's ear: "Remember them carefully and you will be able to use them."

Xuan Qi nodded slowly, then took out an iron chisel from under the seat, and polished the sharp iron chisel shone brightly in the morning light. Xuan Qi bought a pile of meat skewers by the place where the barbecue skewers. Now after eating the meat skewers, only the iron chisels are left, and the cold lights are shining, all of which have become a weapon of killing.

"I know I won't tell you where the enemy is. Now it's a practice." The old man said, "She suddenly emitted two cold lightnings in his eyes. Xuan Qi felt an inexplicable coldness, and his body seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of material. Then he listened to the old man continuing, "I will put the Tianzhu armor on you first, remember that this can only block one bullet."

Xuan Qi nodded silently, then entered the Shazao Forest, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and called the bearded: "I am in the woods, have the enemies around you ever appeared??"

The beard breathed heavily, and the twelve hours were really thrilling. Everyone was resting in shifts. In the dark woods, a team of cavalry suddenly appeared. The medieval armored knights rode tall horses, wearing one-piece armor, and holding knight's guns to charge.

Even though I knew this was an illusion, I couldn't help but pull the trigger. The whistling bullets shattered the phantoms one by one. Fortunately, everyone is a veteran who is born and die, and his mind is as strong as an ironclad. When I find something wrong, I immediately stop shooting. Steel teeth also set up a few thunder jumps on the ground, and the phantoms are like tides, and everything is fake. If it is true, it will trigger the mine.

It seemed like watching a movie, and the veterans felt that their worldview was subverted. Fortunately, they met Xuan Qi a few days ago and knew that there were already people in this world who were beyond common sense and were mentally prepared. In addition, Xuan Qi was coming and became everyone's reinforcements, so they gritted their teeth and persevered.

Now that everyone heard Xuan Qi coming, he was excited. The beard even said all the things that happened just now, but the enemy really didn't notice it.

Xuan Qi hid on a big tree, looking at the position where the seventeen people were located from a distance. There were exactly three wild jujube trees around him forming magic circles, blocking the way of the sabre team. Xuan Qi observed carefully and found that these three trees were transplanted by man, not naturally. As long as these three trees were destroyed, the dilemma in front of him could be solved.

On the phone, Xuan Qi and Beard studied the strategy and asked them to wait for the signal. Then Xuan Qi cut off the communication. It disappeared lightly and gently in this jujube forest like a raccoon.

Next to the three jujube trees, not far from underground, a periscope stretched out on the ground, carefully observing the enemy opposite. A Muslim wearing a moon robe and a headscarf had wrinkles on his face, and made a series of strange roars in a series of words, and then piles of illusions rushed towards the enemy.

"Don't waste your energy." Next to the cave, a man dressed in Han nationality said in a fluent foreign language: "I am summoning evil spirits. When I wait for some time, I will let them die in fear and sacrifice their blood and flesh to our Lord."

In front of this man, there was a particularly strange ball. He cut his wrist with a dagger and put the blood in his body out. The rushing blood filled the patterns in the pattern. There was a violent pattern riot in the air, and the spiritual energy began to restlessly. A black vortex appeared in the void, as if some evil creature was being summoned.

Xuan Qi couldn't find the hiding place for these guys. Suddenly, he felt a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy not far away. He quickly looked over with the technique of qi identification and saw a ball of black smoke gathering, as if strange creatures were growing.

"Can you tell the other party's way?" Lao Tzu started teaching Xuan Qi again. A Xuan Cultivator not only needs force, but also intelligence. Of course, extensive experience is also essential.

"I definitely can't tell. I'm just a rookie who's just starting out." Xuan Qi shook his head, held the iron drill tightly in his hand, and said in a low voice: "But you can guess that the other party must be a monk from abroad. According to his beliefs abroad, he is either a Muslim or an Islam."

"You really guessed it right. The other party should be a Muslim, with two people in total. One is good at illusion and is striking. The other is good at summoning and is summoning evil creatures from the ghost creatures of the Netherworld. Both of them are very strong and are not something you can deal with. "The boss continued to conduct the second teaching exam: "What should you do in this situation?"

"If you can't win, you can only run away." Xuan Qi said as he deliberately held his chin with his palm: "Is there really nothing I can do? What a pity for those dozen good men."

"Boy, don't provoke him." The old man smiled: "If you were the only ones, you wouldn't be able to deal with them, but with the seventeen men in the forest, it would be different. You must know that the weapons in their hands are not vegetarians."

The old man also understood the world through Xuanqi. The arrogance and disdain in his original eyes turned into nothingness. With the withering of spiritual energy on the earth, coupled with the humiliation and turmoil for a hundred years, and the continuous catastrophes in modern times, Xuanmen entered the Dharma-Ending Age. Although some of the Xuanmen’s children were still elusive, Taoism could not be compared with before. Some fools even regarded some magic as magical magic or superpowers.

While the old man was sad, he was also shocked. After the Dharma-Ending Age, humans entered the so-called technological era. Guns, cannons, planes and atomic bombs flew out of space and went to the moon. These things made the old turtle feel trembling. If a monk like Xuan Qi had a cultivator who had a cultivation level was shot and hit on his head, he would still die.
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