Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 212 In the distance, people are close to the enemy's country

"Yin Si!"

The girl with two blobs of blush on her face turned pale with shock, and her immature voice became sharp.

Originally light and nothing, the condensed soul body that passed through the wall.

In an instant, it was like being stuck in a quagmire, struggling to move, unable to move at all.

The aura projected from Ji Yuan's brow Yintang.

Contains great pressure, like Taiyue smashing down!

It is enough to calm down the invisible and illusory ghosts.

The two little ghosts couldn't escape immediately.

"You...God."

The regrown head of the obese boy once again showed a very obvious look of horror.

Only Abba Ababa's sluggish face, shaking wildly.

Whether it is the ghosts and ghosts of the deceased who have not dissipated their grievances and obsessions.

Or it could be a ferocious ghost formed by refining and accumulating blood and resentment.

They are born with knowledge of "ghost way".

About how to absorb Yin Qi and absorb Yang Qi.

It seems to be deeply branded, rooted in the soul body.

And with the higher one's own cultivation level, from Yinhun, Yinling, to Yinsha.

This kind of unreasonable enlightenment will become deeper and closer to the taboo of the underworld.

Therefore, when Ji Yuan invited Ye Youshen to his back.

Such a real power and influence is like a tide like a wave.

Immediately, girls and obese boys were shocked, and it was difficult to raise the idea of ​​​​resistance.

This is the ability of wandering gods to evade evil spirits, and a hundred ghosts to bow their heads!

"escape?"

Ji Yuan stood with a saber in his hand, looking up in disbelief, while the white python and fish suit were hunting and flying.

After finally taking advantage of Old Man An's culinary skills to attract these two brats, how could he let them go so easily.

Before the second gentleman in Liangguo's mansion noticed, he cut off his two little ghosts.

It can even increase your chances of winning!
With his thoughts slightly settled, Ji Yuan suddenly took a step.

The body is as fast as a dragon, tearing apart the dense night and boundless air.

Whoohoo!
It's like a strong wind!

It is just right to set off the dark sky with thunderstorms and dark clouds.

Under the vast night sky, majestic energy and blood descended like a scorching sun!
buzzing-

The Xiuchun Knife in Ji Yuan's palm kept flicking, like a dragon raising its head, disturbing the situation.

A large expanse of white waves was coerced and swept, completely covering the two little devils.

"Rao..."

The obese boy was the first to bear the brunt, facing Bai Lianruxue's swift knife light, it only had time to spit out a word.

then!

Chi Chi Chi!
The raging fire engulfed the drunkard.

The cold and ruthless intent of killing was like mercury pouring down the ground, cutting through the bloody evil spirit lingering on the surface in an instant.

Like a red-hot knife cutting through wax, without hindrance!

The sword light is falling!
Draw a sharp track!
The obese boy's soul exploded, turning into fist-sized fist-sized evil thoughts.

Those translucent ghost crystals, like blood-colored agate, reflected a breathtaking and strange brilliance.

There were faintly painful roars and extremely tormented screams, as if they were being tortured to death.

Ji Yuan was indifferent, no matter how miserable this fat alcoholic was, it is already a thing of the past.

He is doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, saving wronged souls, and cannot tolerate any unnecessary compassion.

"cut!"

Ji Yuan muttered silently, the light of the knife danced like a dragon and snake, and continued to be pushed forward vigorously.

Behind him, a large wave of Yin Qi escaped, like dark clouds billowing.

But it can't invade the body!
The masculine qi and blood burned in the oven burst into thin air, rolling like red flames, and the impact scattered in all directions.

It was stirred until the ghosts were wiped out, and there was a "sizzling" sound like hot oil in a pan.

puff!

Another cracking sound.

"Big brother……"

Ji Yuan's heart was as hard as a stone, as if he didn't see the girl's delicate and pitiful look, and he didn't care about turning Bailian Steel into a charming voice that twisted around his fingers.

The long knife crosses and drives straight in.

That little face that looked like a jade carving in pink suddenly froze, turning into a twisted and hideous face.

"You wait! The master will smoke your soul! Refining your soul! Make your life worse than death!"

The girl cursed bitterly.

"If the road to Huangquan is not broken, and the gate of hell is not closed, you can walk slowly and wait for your master."

Ji Yuan was expressionless, shaking his saber in a cold voice.

crackle!

The soul and body shattered.

It's like a silver bottle of water is broken.

The viscous slurry burst out and turned into a strong evil spirit.

There is also the pink miasma contained inside, all sprayed out, covering the white python flying fish suit.

"Hmph, mere brat, don't try to mess with my mind."

Ji Yuan smiled, his domineering physique turned into a golden bell cover and an iron shirt.

The skin of the muscles and bones trembled slightly, and the icy breath that froze the blood was dissipated.

As for the pink miasma that was specially collected and refined, the charming thoughts evoked.

Before there was any storm in the heart lake, it was wiped out.

"Jiuye Shenwei! How fierce! Such a fierce spirit has been subdued!"

An Shanren, who shrank back, admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Those two little ghosts are considered powerful characters in Yinshi.

One can be shaped into a shadow, and the other can be distracted.

If they cooperate well, they may be caught off guard, and it is possible to successfully win the warriors of the three blood-changing realms.

It's a pity that they happened to meet Ji Yuan, who had a lot of energy and blood, and a tyrannical physique.

This young Baihu from Beizhen Fusi has already achieved the ultimate in raising, training, beating and killing.

There are almost no weaknesses and shortcomings, and there is no room for girls and obese boys to play at all.

With one blow, both ends of the fierce body and spirit are wiped out!
"Headmaster Wei once said that in the essence of martial arts, fighting with others is to fight for the front line before life and death."

Ji Yuan's eyes were lowered, and he flicked the Xiuchun knife with his fingers to wipe away the bloody evil spirit:
"The so-called fists, weapons, and even the qi and blood that have been tempered for thousands of years,

Just for one goal, within a short distance, there are as many enemies as possible!
No matter that the second gentleman's Taoism is ever-changing and unpredictable.

As long as I get within ten steps, I'm sure to kill him! "

With this in mind, he raised his eyes to an open room in the distance.

The murderous intent in his chest was like a tide, constantly washing back and forth.

The patrol camp of Bingma Division is not big, but it was rebuilt from a residential building.

There are a total of three or four houses, including places for overnight stays for guards on duty, and places for storing weapons and ordnance.

Including the lobby, hut, manger and other places, it is slightly larger than Ji Yuan's dilapidated house in Tai'anfang.

With Ye Youshen's ability to listen to the slightest voice, he easily locked in on the location of the Grand Guest of Liang State.

"There are also two brats, the closer you get to the altar, the more difficult it is for Qi practitioners to deal with them.

You must work hard to break the Taoism, once you get entangled, you are doomed to failure. "

Ji Yuan restrained his mind and killing intent, so as not to be noticed and perceived by others.

The Fudo Mountain King Sutra runs silently, controlling Qi and blood.

Zen and coldness coexist between the brows, like a Buddha or a demon.

Rumble boom!

There was another continuous explosion of thunder!
The dark clouds covering hundreds of miles seemed to have been pierced through a hole.

The pouring rain poured down endlessly.

Crashing and hitting the ground, it slowly turned into a large cloud of water mist.

The body of Xiuchun Dao was as clear as snow, and a line of rain fell down.

……

……

In the house, a lamp is like a bean.

Mr. Er sat cross-legged with five hearts turned upside down.

Under his seat is a three-foot-high altar.

It is built with five-color wood, and copper lamps and candles are lit in eight directions.

It's just that the fluttering flames are a bit evil, giving off a dark green color.

Like the will-o'-the-wisps in a mass grave, adding inexplicable weirdness.

Those with a keen sense of smell should also find the pewter lamp oil extremely strange.

The smell is as thick as glue, as if trying to stick to the nose and mouth.

Ordinary warriors would suffocate if they stayed in this room for a long time.

"Wax for living people, oil for dead people, quite rare,

If Young Master Yan hadn't mobilized the manpower and material resources of the state's foreign government, it might not be possible to collect them all in a short time, and it really gained a lot. "

Mr. Er opened those deep eyes, and a flash of light flashed by, as if his skills had improved again.

"Hey, such a three-foot altar that took 500 people to build,

The Liaodong mud leg used to plot against the second realm of Tongmai is really a sledgehammer.

Even if I encounter the three realms of blood exchange, as long as the magic body is not completed, it will not be able to stop my five ghost transporting technique! "

He smiled sinisterly, took a deep breath, and felt a sense of joy on his face.

Living people's wax and dead people's oil make ordinary people terrified, disturbed, and fall into endless nightmares.

For Mr. Er, it is really a great supplement.

It's like the rich and powerful smoked agarwood to sleep peacefully and calmly.

Being in it can be said to be very comfortable.

"Rich!"

Mr. Two shouted.

The wind rolled up on the flat ground.

Click, click.

As if shattered ice had condensed, a solid ghost image appeared between the floating icy breath.

Another fierce head!
Just like obese boys and girls.

This little ghost is also extremely weird.

The eyes are as big as a bull, and they are shining with golden light.

Two mouse whiskers, thin and long.

Wearing a melon skin hat and a satin shirt with ingots.

Holding an iron abacus in his hand, it crackled from time to time.

Like a cashier, like a treasurer, a vivid miser.

"What are your orders, sir?"

In exchange for a "rich and honorable" rich ghost, he asked fawningly.

It seems to be a bit smarter than the other three-headed little devils, and its eyeballs keep turning, giving people a treacherous feeling.

The second gentleman breathed out a few times, and he was only satisfied when his body was full of inspiration, and asked lightly:

"Why hasn't Qiongyou come back?"

The rich ghost scratched his head, moved his abacus nimbly, and said doubtfully after a while:

"Hey, why is this poor scholar and rotten gambler untrustworthy? It shouldn't be! The villain clearly obeyed the master's instructions and put a scatterer on it!"

The second gentleman frowned slightly.

If the five ghosts want to achieve great success in carrying Taoism, they must carefully manipulate the living soul.

While obliterating the original sanity, one must be careful to retain the spirituality, which is more convenient to drive.

If it's just manipulating the dull Yin slaves and soul servants, like a tiger absorbing ghosts, it's far from being called "Taoism".

Therefore, the five-headed ghosts have a certain degree of freedom and know how to adapt to changes.

Even if Mr. Er is respected as "Master" and holds the power of life and death over them, he still cannot know where they are all the time.

Generally speaking, he uses the rich ghost to contact various places, cooperate with the command, and exert the power of Taoism.

But now, the spirit of scattered wealth attached to the soul body is gone.

"I'm afraid that Poor Suan suffered an accident, otherwise why would he not return home so late!
Carrying luck and applying bad luck are commonplace for it, so there is no need to delay it for so long! "

Mr. Er's heart was slightly cold, and he immediately noticed the abnormality.

The angry ghost was dispatched at the time of Chou, but now it's Yin time, why hasn't he come back yet?
He narrowed his eyes and made a quick decision.

He directly took out a white jade fate tablet from his bosom, and wrote the word "ghost" in a frantic scrawled on it.

With a hard pinch of the palm, it turned into shattered mud.

"..."

The eyelids of the rich ghost who bowed and prostrated his eyes twitched.

This is an object closely related to their lives.

As long as it is damaged, even if it is thousands of miles away, the imprisoned little ghost will have its soul and body broken, and its body and spirit will be destroyed.

"Sure enough! That Liaodong mud leg is hard to deal with! It really shocked him!"

The second gentleman's face darkened, feeling a little bad.

His original intention was to use the Qi Ghost to grind Ji Yuan's strong energy, so as to save time to use his ultimate move, and the other party could turn danger into luck and escape disaster.

"Hurry up and call back the nieces and obese children outside.

The kid surnamed Ji is extremely fierce, if he knows that someone is plotting against him, he will definitely use murderous intent, and come to the door immediately! "

Mr. Er hurriedly ordered.

Luo Long's lesson from the past is close at hand.

Just a little leak.

Ji Yuan brought people to the door to arrest him on the spot.

It is heard that Guan was eaten with three hundred killing power sticks in the imperial prison, and he almost died half of his life.

It can be seen from this that this son is cruel and merciless, and he is by no means a weak person.

"Master, Nannie and Fatty...they both fell silent."

The rich ghost dialed the abacus again to hook the released evil spirit of wealth, but he was shocked and said bitterly.

"Wine and sex are also murdered? Impossible!
I have already warned them not to be too far away from the altar, so as not to cause trouble! "

Mr. Er's eyes flashed brightly, his refined face trembled twice.

As if he couldn't believe it, two white jade fate cards suddenly appeared in his palm.

After crushing, as before, there was no movement.

"My daughter has the method of fascination, which is the peach blossom evil formed by the confluence of sex and desire. I also specially collect the filthy aura such as women's redness and menstruation, and refine a miasma that restrains warriors. It specializes in breaking the blood, Disturbing the mind."

Mr. Er's originally calm expression was suddenly broken, and he muttered to himself:

"As for the obese child, it can sneak into the shadow of a person and freeze the figure. Unless there is insight in advance, it is impossible to avoid this move."

Just as he said to Yang Que, it took a full 20 years of work to achieve success in this art of transporting five ghosts.

Of the five little devils painstakingly refined and raised, three of them died in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Er's heart feels like a knife is being twisted, and it seems like blood is dripping.

He absolutely cannot bear such a huge loss.

How many 20 years can a person have in his life?
Especially for a Qi trainer like myself who controls ghosts, who harms the good and harms the peace of heaven, absorbs Yin Qi to transform into inspiration, and destroys the cauldron of the body, doomed to a short life.

"Wait... the girl and the chubby boy didn't send out soldiers and horses to patrol the camp. They were completely destroyed. Doesn't it mean that... that muddy leg is here!"

The second gentleman managed to put away his messy thoughts and return to normal thinking, but he was startled and his hairs stood on end.

He got up quickly, and was about to ring the bell to mobilize the garrison soldiers belonging to the Bingma Division.

Bang!

A bang!
The whole room vibrated suddenly, and two solid wooden doors flew across, creating violent air waves.

Rotating like a windmill, it was embedded into the solid mud wall behind it!

The smoke and dust shook off like a heavy rain.

boom!
At this time, a silver-white electric light happened to hit.

The sky and the earth are brightly lit.

Mr. Er, who avoided the door attack in time, opened his eyes wide, and a thin figure as tall and straight as a gun stepped over the threshold and stepped into the house.

White python flying fish, Xiuchun cold knife.

His brows were stern and murderous.

"Ji Jiulang, Fusi of Beizhen, came to take your life."

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