My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

There was no sound on the island.

Chapter 1173 Nine Yin Xuannv

On the sea, the demon cast a contemptuous glance at the location of the sunken ship, and slowly dissipated.

Gongsun Feimao lost his temper.

Seeing this scene, Qin Kun couldn't calm down for a long time.

He didn't even know where Gongsun Feimao was, how could they kill someone so far apart? !

That look of disdain made Qin Kun's heart ignite with enthusiasm, as if he was honored.

"Fat man."

"exist."

"Eternal life jade may have been divided up. Next, you have an important task."

For the first time, Wang Gan looked at Qin Kun solemnly: "Let me protect Missy and the others, are you going to grab jade?"

With Wang Gan's shrewdness, he guessed Qin Kun's thoughts at once. Qin Kun smiled and said, "It will be safe for you to stay here. We agreed on a signal, and after we get together a piece of jade, we will send a signal to you and meet up." Then we leave immediately!"

"Cut, if you think we are a drag, just tell me." Wang Gan patted his stomach, "I swear in the name of Fu Zong, I will never take responsibility."

"Ah."

"Qin Heigou..."

"Ok?"

"be careful."

Qin Kun smiled, and the power of the earth poured into his legs continuously. From now on, he must remain vigilant at all times.The opponent is not a ghost, but a human, and not an ordinary person.Those who can come here are at least top-notch exorcists and ghost hunters.Super first-class is plentiful.

Their methods of dealing with ghosts are ever-changing, and their methods of dealing with humans are even more brutal.

Qin Kun couldn't relax in the slightest.

With Nichenbu used, the dagger Zilu was in his hand, Qin Kun stepped out with one step, and his aura completely disappeared into the forest.

……

Ziyan Pavilion is located on the top of the mountain at the northern foot of Yingzhou, separated from Penglai Mountain by a sea of ​​clouds.

At this moment, a sword-wielding scribe was hiding in the grass, and he knew that there were six other people hiding around him.

They looked at the two monks in the pavilion, but did not attack.

The two monks are very young, one is oily and has no facial features, but combined they have an inexplicable handsomeness, and the other is even more ordinary-looking, but his gestures reveal an elegant Zen.

"Amitabha, little friend Miaoshan is superb in Buddhism, and the poor monk admires him." The Zen monk held up a flower and smiled.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the flower and bird Zen practiced by Patriarch Kongwen is also unique." The handsome monk rolled up his sleeves and put his hands together.

He saw that the wooden pile the other party was sitting on was dead and sprouted in spring, and the surrounding lawn was full of fragrance of flowers and birdsong. It was extremely rare for one person to build a scene.

Monk Kongwen patted Hei stubble's head and smiled: "My little friend misunderstood. Flower and Bird Zen and Misty Rain Zen are both Buddhist ink and wash Zen. They can't compare to my little friend's Buddha Demon Double Faced Flower."

Miao Shan was smiling, and suddenly turned his head around, acting like a Shura, the evil spirit of Shura came out from the seven orifices, Miao Shan looked closely at the monk Kongwen: "The patriarch got the Suanni Jade, why don't you leave quickly, why don't you just stop here, not afraid of being caught?" robbery?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk is destined to have such a catastrophe, early catastrophe and late catastrophe, it can't be avoided. My little friend is a descendant of my Folin Temple, wouldn't it also be a catastrophe?"

Fangs appeared in Miaoshan's mouth: "I need it."

Monk Kongwen teased the little bird on his fingertips and glanced casually: "I dare to give it to you, do you dare to take it?"

Suan Ni jade was placed on the table in the pavilion by Kong Wen, and Miao Shan, who was facing him, squinted his eyes, but dared not take it away.

After a long time, Shura turned back into a monk, and Miaoshan sighed with a wry smile: "The patriarch understands the Dharma and the heart, and the disciple feels ashamed."

Miaoshan got up and left.

The people around are staring at him, so what if he gets the Suanni jade, can he kill it?

Everyone was waiting for someone to make a move first, and he wanted to challenge the patriarch, but after entering the game, he realized that he didn't dare to swim in this muddy water.

Monk Kongwen laughed: "Buddhism is so fearless, you haven't learned anything."

In a word, Miaoshan Buddha's heart is full of dust.

Blood spewed from Miao Shan's mouth, and he staggered. Monk Kong Wen watched Miao Shan leave, and said to the empty surroundings, "Is there any benefactor who dares to come to Ziyan Pavilion to say something?"

There was no sound in the grass.

"Then...would you like to go together?"

In the grass, there was still no sound.

Monk Kongwen smiled, his fingers suddenly touched the void, and ink marks bloomed from the air, traces of ink color as if they were real, climbing all over the mountain, those lurking people found that their hands and feet were suddenly stained with ink, and they couldn't get rid of it.

This... what kind of spell is this?

Monk Kongwen clasped his hands together: "You guys don't come to talk or fight, why don't you just stay here and enjoy the paintings."

In the blink of an eye, the guys lurking around were already in the painting.

……

On the mountainside of Penglai, there is a thatched qin room.

In front of the piano, a bearded man was resting with his eyes closed.

Gongsun Feilance was backlashed by Taoism.

He frowned deeply, black air crawled along the blood vessels on his face, his expression was stiff, even a little ferocious.

In front of the piano room, there were three people standing.

A Taoist leader with a fairy style.

A nun with a pale face.

A young Taoist priest with slanted eyebrows.

The three of them are in the shape of a character.

Gongsun Feimao was short of breath, his yin and yang energy couldn't be balanced, so he didn't speak for a long time.Under an old tree next to the piano room, a young man with a mourning stick in his arms was leaning there, with his eyelids slightly open, looking at the three Taoist priests.

"Flying Mercury Lord Lei Haize, long time no see."

The immortal Taoist smiled: "It turns out to be the magician of Mount Fuyu."

Feng magician Chen Yu.Regardless of whether Gongsun Feimao is seriously injured or not, he is Gongsun Feimao's backer.

Fuyu Mountain's well-known seal magician is like a thunderbolt.This person sealed nearly half of the ghost kings released during the Sanqiu Rebellion, and he has a great reputation.The pale-faced Taoist nun and the Taoist priest with slanted eyebrows all looked over.

This unremarkable young man is Chen Yu?

Chen Yu looked at the three of them and asked, "Mr. Xing came here looking for Qi, is he here to trouble the old dog Gongsun?"

"Just to win the jade, Chen Yu, you can't stop us."

Chen Yu opened his eyes slightly: "I can feel it. The aura of that Taoist nun is too strong."

The pale-faced Taoist nun smiled, and her sinister charm suddenly appeared. Just the look when she smiled can fascinate people to the bone.

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a strong aura, and the Sanqing Lingguan sits in the hall. The red blood yuan pill nourishes the wood charm, and the nine Yin Xuannv kills greedy wolves. Maoshan, Yun Qinghong greets."

In the Ming Dynasty, the true biography of Maoshan, Yun Qinghong, the mysterious girl of the Nine Yins.

"Yun Qinghong..." Chen Yu muttered the name, "Chen seems to be in danger today."

As Chen Yu said, he still stopped between Gongsun Feimao and the three true disciples of Maoshan, and sighed in a low voice, "Forget it, the old man in the Seven Star Palace said that I never returned from this trip, so I really answered his evil. Come on Bar!"

"Master Lei, Xu Facheng, stand back. Don't let Fuyu Mountain feel that we are bullying the few with more."

Lei Haize and Xu Facheng watched from the sidelines.

Yun Qinghong moved forward, and took out a jujube stick, the jujube thorn cut her finger, nine blood drops dripped down, and nine phantoms appeared behind Yun Qinghong.

The Yin Qi was surging, and at the same time, a force of wooden elements enveloped the surroundings.

Boom boom boom boom boom—nine tyrannical yin qi soared into the sky, and the top of the head was suddenly covered with dark clouds!

The nine phantoms condense into substance, all of which are wood charms!

"My name... Basho."

"My name... Chongzao."

"My name... Xuehuai."

"My name is... Tao Yao."

"My name is... Gray Bamboo."

"My name is... Xie Liu."

"My name is... Neem."

"My name is... Yang Shao."

"My name... Sang Hao!"

Chen Yu chuckled lightly: "Wood charm transforms into soul, and it must be bathed in countless blood during life. Only trees that grow up with blood can become essence. Does human blood taste good?"

The nine ghosts smiled, and Yun Qinghong also laughed.

"Senior Chen, righteous people practice evil, and evil is also righteous. Whether it is human blood or rain, it is not their wish to drink human blood while the ghosts are alive. It is forced by the world. Who knows human blood and rain?"

Chen Yu put on sackcloth, waved the mourning stick, and paper money flew all over the sky.

"Then come on, and let Chen experience the true power of Taiyi Nine Refinements!"

Chapter 1174 Nine ghosts are present, unable to pick up the leak

Around Yun Qinghong, nine streams of Wood Charm's Yin Qi shot straight into the sky.

Under Chen Yu's mourning stick, the momentum was not weak at all.

Huang Tianxiao is wrapped around his forehead, sackcloth and straw sandals are draped over his body. When his father died, the mourning stick was made of bamboo joints. When his mother died, the mourning stick was made of paulownia wood.

God died, and this piece of wood became Liudaomu.

When holding the six-dao wood with dead branches and slender poles in his hand, the surrounding wind howls, and thousands of old ghosts who have died for an unknown number of years cry in mourning. No other sound can be heard.

The ear-piercing crying made people seem to fall into an endless vortex, and the consciousness was infected by the crying, and a sense of irritability rose in the hearts of the three true disciples of Maoshan.

Yun Qinghong, who was standing in front, frowned: "Magician Feng, with such a loud voice, don't you think it's too noisy?!"

"How is it? With the presence of nine ghosts, you are as powerful as me?" Chen Yu said lightly.

"Hehe, what about Lei Yin?"

Yun Qinghong's voice soared into the sky.

"As soon as I come to plantains, the owls gather together."

"Erlin Chongzao Refining Corpse Glue."

"Three visits the blood locust tree to accompany the human bone."

"The ghosts and ghosts around you turn into peach blossoms!"

"Wu Lin Hui Zhu listens to folk songs."

"Six Lin evil willows hanging on the tip of the moon!"

"Seven Ghosts...Seven Ghosts of the Sea of ​​Bitterness Golden Lingzi..."

"Eight ghosts clapping hands... Jiu Sanghao!"

Yun Qinghong sat on the ground and germinated, countless roots pierced his skin, a thunder appeared in the sky, and the Taoist nun on the ground turned into a huge wooden charm.

The nine branches behind Mu Mei are lined up like battle flags, each of which is wrapped with silk.

Mu Mei's body was covered in sticky glue, like a heavy jujube, with dry skin and white hair, roaring towards the sky.

boom -

Another thunderbolt hit him, and on the nine branches with Leisi wrapped around his back, the golden bells emitted a purple-gold light and spun like golden bells.

Taiyi Nine Refinements, Nine Ghosts Come!