Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

Just when Song Yiming and secretly thought about it, there was a sudden voice from outside the hall.

"Yu Nuzong, Hong Ling Fairy, Wu Sword School, Chen Daosheng, come to the meeting."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a man and a woman, two figures, and came from outside the hall.

Women are wearing red, tall, long hair shawls, plump chests, slender willow waist, long legs, like stunners in the world.

The man was a middle -aged, a robe, a long sword hanging with a long sword, a cold look, a look like electricity, giving a sense of sharpness.

These two were in Yunshui County, and Song Yiming, with a fate of Hongling Fairy and Chen Daosheng.

"Are you here too?"

Hongling Fairy looked around and saw Song Yiming in the seat, his eyes condensed.

"Oh, Hongling Fairy, Chen Daoyou, don't come without it."

Song Yiming smiled slightly and greeted him.

Chen Daosheng had lost a loss and knew that Song Yiming was not easy to mess with, so he pretended not to hear, and looked at Yuquan real people.

"Senior, the family teacher is retreating hard work, so let me represent the sword -free sword, participate in the evil conference, and hope that the predecessors Haihan."

"Well, bamboo sword and Taoist friends, at the peak of Jin Dan for many years, this retreat, I'm afraid it is to break through the Yuan baby."

"You can represent the no -born sword faction, come to the meeting, you can see the commander and have high hopes for you."

Yuquan's real person with a smile, but didn't care.

Monk Jindan, retreating, has been practicing for decades, and it is normal. As long as the ghost disaster comes, it is enough to leave the customs.

As for whoever sent to the meeting, all the factions are dependent, and their wishes are not necessarily.

"Hongling Fairy, the real person of Tang Haoyue, is the retreat?"

"Senior Xie cared about it. More than ten years ago, his mother went out for travelers, and has never returned so far.

Hong Ling Fairy smiled at Yingying, welcomed himself, his chest placket, revealing a snow -white gully, which made people think about it.

"The fairy is polite, Ling Tang is in Zhao Guo, and his reputation is very popular. If she is there, the evil conference can also increase the color."

Yuquan was real, regretful sighing.

Several people grew for a while, and it was not until the sky was getting late, and there was noisy noise from outside the hall.

"邪, Xie Xie Conference, this name is really ugly, I don't know, I thought it was to deal with my Demon Sect."

"Giggle, if you want to look at the slave family, it is better to call a ghost -catching conference, which is more appropriate."

"It's not possible to catch ghosts, we have a ghost door, but who is dedicated to the corpse, whoever dares to catch my ghost, I will desperately with him!"

Three figures, saying and laughing, coming from outside the hall.

The head of one is a boy, three feet tall, pale, no pupils, dark eyes, and a coffin behind him.

Another middle -aged man, thin, covered in black mist, could not see his face, and could only see a pair of green eyes.

In the end, a woman in black was enchanting, her breasts were half -exposed, her hips were thin, her jade feet were naked, and her ankle was tied with a bunch of bells.

In the walk, the sound of "Dingling Bell" was very harsh.

"Thousands of ghosts, blood coffin boys, Tian Mozong, Su Jin'er, no smoke, these three people came."

Looking at the three, everyone frowned.

Zhao Guo, seven surnames and five surnames, are not all famous doors, there are also some magic Daozongmen, such as Wan Guimen, Tian Mozong.

These martial arts, practicing exercises, weird and unpredictable, acting secretly, is not tolerant of the world.

However, the ghost disaster came, and the entire Zhao Guo was at stake. This was only a wide range of invitations to invite these martial arts to participate in the evil conference together.

"Three Taoists, welcome."

Yuquan's real person, showing a displeased face on his face, but still squeezing a smile.

"泉, Lao Yuquan, do not need to be fake, we magic monks, decent with your famous door, can not urinate in a pot."

"If it wasn't for killing the ghosts, the old man was too lazy to come to this place."

Mo Fei is proud, looking at Yuquan's real person, with a bit of provocation.

He and the blood coffin boy were in the late Jindan period. Su Jinsier, also had the strength of the three people in the early days of Jindan, was not weak.

"That is, you are decent, you know, a set, a set behind, we can't afford to climb high."

Su Jin'er, her eyes were as silk, and she laughed with her mouth.

This smile made Chen Daosheng's face flushed, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at it with him.

"Huh, Su Jin'er, you, you are less os. you, confuse everyone, have me, you want to succeed."

Hong Ling Fairy, glared at Su Jin'er, with a pretty face with frost.

This Su Jin'er, the practice of cultivation, is called "The Girls of the Women's Yin", who is best at confusing the man's mind, absorbing yang, and strengthening herself.

With a little carelessness, she would make it a way and become her play.

"Oh, sister Hongling, are you jealous?"

"Sister, I'm just, seeing this talented, happy in my heart, wanting to meet him, knowing it, but not so embarrassed."

Su Jin'er laughed, trembling on her chest, and she was dazzling.

"snort."

Hongling Fairy snorted coldly and didn't speak anymore, but looked at Su Jin'er's gaze with a little vigilance.

Seeing that the two were tit -for -tat, Yuquan's real man had a smile and did not persuade him.

Either the name of the famous door, or the magic Daozongmen, as long as you stand at the camp of killing the ghosts, it is a friend.

There are quarrels, differences, and normal. As long as you are in the face of right and wrong, you can keep consistent.

"Seven seven surnames have come to the eight family, and they are also poor, and the Royal Lingzong, Qing Ping Li, Jin Ting Wang, Guanghan Wu, the four are not present."

Song Yiming, glanced around, secretly said.

The seven seven surnames are the top power of Zhao Guo. Every family has monks in the town of Jin Dan.

This time the evil conference, integrating the twelve major forces, obeying the dispatch, and killing the ghost together is not an easy task.

"Well, what's going on?"

"The jade coffin in Qiankun Ring actually has a change?"

With the blood coffin boy, he entered the hall. In the Qiankun ring, the white jade coffin suddenly trembled gently, and the lines on the coffin cover also lit up.

"Could it be, the woman in this jade coffin is related to the Ghost Gate?"

Song Yiming moved in his heart, but immediately shook his head again.

This jade coffin is in the secret situation of Ziyun, from a thousand -year -old rigidity. If you trace the time, Wan Guimen has not yet opened the sect.

"Should be, just coincidence."

Song Yiming said secretly and looked up at the blood coffin boy.

At this time, Yuquan is real person to introduce the details of the ghost disaster.

However, the boy of the blood coffin did not listen carefully at all. From time to time, he stared around everyone, with a bit of contempt.

After seeing Song Yiming, the blood coffin boy, his eyes condensed, and his pupils shrink into the tip of the needle.

"What a strong corpse, I practiced the" Ten Ghost's Corpse ", but for a moment, I felt a heart palpitated atmosphere!"

"This person must have a big secret!"

Blood coffin boy smiled strangely. In the dark eyes, a sharp mang was burst.

However, this eye, as soon as the lightning, flickering, everyone did not notice it at all.