The Chronicles of Longevity on Liaozhai Road

Facing the same attack as Tianjie, the middle-aged man also began to frown.

However, the middle-aged man didn't hesitate at all. He chanted the spell again, and immediately a golden umbrella-shaped light fell on the top of his head.

When those thunderbolts driven by Yang Heng fell, they hit the umbrella-shaped light above his head.

The umbrella-shaped light is also powerful, and it actually blocked three thunderbolts, but its ability is just like this. When the fourth thunderbolt fell, the umbrella-shaped light was immediately broken.

And the next thunderbolt landed on the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye, and this time the spell on him worked again.

This faint barrier once again protected the middle-aged man from harm.However, this barrier also began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Yang Heng saw this situation, the smile on his face became even brighter. He knew that as long as he worked harder, this middle-aged man would be his defeat.

The middle-aged man on the roof has turned pale now.

I was careless this time, when I left the main arena, I didn't bring any magic weapon with me at all.

Otherwise, if you bring two or three of your own treasures, you will be able to deal with the immediate crisis.

It seemed that this time he was going to return in vain. After the middle-aged man thought about it, he didn't want to entangle with Yang Heng any longer.

But it was too late for him to escape now, and the next few thunderbolts were more powerful than the last, and his small barrier was wiped away in the blink of an eye.

With the disappearance of this barrier, the ghosts that kept wandering around seemed to swarm up like vicious dogs that had seen delicious food.

Normally, this middle-aged man would be able to disperse these evil spirits by reciting a few mantras, but now he does not have this skill, because compared to these evil spirits, the thunder that keeps falling from above his head is his archenemy.

So now the middle-aged man gathered all his mana and began to chant the mantra again.

This time, the middle-aged man cast the spell of "pull the wind".

Although the spell didn't have much attack power, it could turn the middle-aged man's body into a breeze, wandering non-stop in the empty space around him.

The moment the spell succeeded, the middle-aged man suddenly scattered around as if he had disappeared into the world.

Then the body condensed in mid-air again, turning into a gust of breeze, wandering non-stop in the yard.

And the thunder that fell from the sky that day hit the Qingfeng, which only made the Qingfeng shake a little bit, but it couldn't cause the Qingfeng to do other damage.

And those ghosts have nothing to do with this air-like thing.

Faced with this situation, Yang Heng also found it a bit tricky. His spells were very powerful for entities, but for this invisible and shadowless thing, he was somewhat powerless.

Just when Yang Heng felt that there was nothing he could do about the breeze, the breeze floating in the sky suddenly fell to the ground, and then the middle-aged man appeared.

Just when Yang Heng was wondering why he gave up such an advantage, the middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his body withered and squatted down.

When Yang Heng saw it, he immediately understood that the other party was probably encouraging him to cast this spell.

Now Yang Heng is happy, since you have shown your figure, then you can't blame me.

Next, Yang Heng pointed at the middle-aged man with a ghost stick, and the ghosts floating in mid-air jumped down again.

Just when Yang Heng thought he was sure of winning this time, the middle-aged man suddenly took out something from his arms, and then threw it into the sky.

Then there was a deafening roar in mid-air.

With this roar, all the nearby ghosts were stunned, and their bodies shook one by one, and they were about to dissipate.

Yang Heng didn't want these ghosts that he had finally subdued to be damaged like this, so he waved the ghost-shaping stick, and those ghosts were thrown into the ghost-shaping stick again like a swallow returning to its nest.

When Yang Heng collected the ghosts around him and looked forward again, the thing thrown by the middle-aged man emitted bursts of red light in the sky, and a golden lion appeared under the red light .

The lion landed on the ground, shook its head and tail again, and began to roar deafeningly around.

Amidst the coaxing, Yang Heng felt that his ears were going deaf.

When the middle-aged man saw the lion falling, his eyes shone with joy. He ignored it, endured his pain, and came to the lion's side in three steps and two steps, and lay down on its back all at once. , and then slapped the lion on the head.

The lion seemed to have received some instructions, glanced at Yang Heng, and jumped into the air.

Just when Yang Heng thought that the lion was going to attack him, the lion leaped into the air and vacated a few times in succession before disappearing in front of Yang Heng.

Yang Heng was taken aback by the lion just now, but now he was relieved. Although he didn't know what the lion was, Yang Heng knew it was very powerful from the aura that the lion gave off. I'm afraid I can't resist this ability.

But Yang Heng also wondered why the middle-aged man didn't drive the lion to come to trouble him, but ran away instead.

Although Yang Heng felt strange in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface. Like a general returning from victory, he sneered at the sky for a while, and then put his hands behind his back.

At this time, the door of Erya's room was also opened, and the little girl ran to Yang Heng as if flying, grabbed his arm and asked, "How is it? Has that person been beaten away?"

"That's natural. Although he is powerful, I didn't give it to you as the head of your family."

When he said this, Yang Heng also felt a little guilty. If the other party didn't drive the golden lion to attack him in the end, he still doesn't know who said this.

But the simple Erya didn't see Yang Heng's embarrassment, instead she grabbed Yang Heng's arm and praised with a smile on her face.

Although Yang Heng likes to hear compliments from others, but now he feels a little embarrassed and hastily changed the topic.

"How's your little ghost doll?"

This ghost baby helped Yang Heng hold those five or six golden armored men just now, but he never appeared again after the other party broke free from the shackles.

After listening to Yang Heng's inquiry, Erya became a little anxious. She looked around, and finally found the little ghost doll hiding behind the door in a corner of the kitchen.

After Erya saw it, she was a little angry that she didn't live up to it. She ran over and grabbed the little ghost doll by the ear, and reprimanded him angrily.

"Tell me about you. I asked you to help the Taoist priest. You only helped a little, and you hid here. What's the use of me raising you?"

The ghost doll was reprimanded by Erya, and she squeaked aggrievedly. She held Erya's arms with both hands, and showed her back to Erya.

Erya took a look, and saw that the ghost doll's back had already cracked a gap, and some black smoke kept coming out from it.

Obviously this ghost doll was injured in the fight just now, no wonder she hid here and dared not come out.

To say that Erya really cared about this ghost doll, seeing that she was hurt, she hurriedly let go of her ears, hugged her in her arms, and ran to Yang Hengde.

"Daoist, look quickly, the doll seems to be injured."

Yang Heng took a look at Erya's hand, and indeed he saw a faint black air constantly coming out from behind the ghost voice, like a person bleeding continuously.

Yang Heng smiled, "Go to my room and bring me that paper sedan chair."

After receiving Yang Heng's order, Erya rushed to Yang Heng's room, rummaged through the box for a while, and finally came to Yang Heng with a piece of paper.

Yang Heng took it and looked at it, only to see a delicate sedan chair painted on it, with two hideous little ghosts at the front and back, and a middle-aged woman beside the sedan chair.

Yang Heng waved to the ghost baby on Erya's shoulder.

The ghost baby immediately slipped onto Yang Heng's shoulder, then rubbed its head against her face, and then let out an aggrieved squeak.

After complaining about his suffering, the ghost baby gave Erya a hard look, as if he still held a grudge against Erya's distrust of him just now.

Seeing the ghost baby's expression, Er Ya immediately widened her eyes, and then waved her fist in mid-air.

Seeing Er Ya's ferocity, the ghost baby immediately turned his head aside and stopped looking at her.

Yang Heng smiled and patted her head, then grabbed the ghost baby and pushed it down like a paper sedan chair.

Chapter 120 The City God's Calculations

Following Yang Heng's movements, the ghost baby entered the paper sedan chair in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Erya looked a little strange from the side, "Daoist, what's going on?"

"This paper sedan chair is not an ordinary thing, but a treasure. It can gather the yin and evil energy in the space, and ghost babies can quickly recover in this paper sedan chair."

After Erya heard this, she nodded in satisfaction. Don't look at how fierce she was to that ghost baby just now, in fact, in Erya's heart, this ghost baby is no different from her younger brothers and sisters.

After Yang Heng dealt with the completed matter, he looked at the room of the middle-aged scholar who came to stay overnight.

The sound of fighting between myself and the enemy just now, I am afraid that half of the county can hear it, but there is no movement in the middle-aged man's room, and I don't know if he was scared or stupid, or what.

"Ah, go and see that Mr. Cao."

After Erya heard this, she reluctantly walked towards the hut, muttering as she walked, "Such a big man, yet he is so frightened that he needs someone else to go and see him, so he won't be ashamed."

It turned out that Erya and Yang Heng had the same guess, thinking that the middle-aged man was so frightened that he hid in the room and dared not come out.

Erya came to the door of the room and stood guard on the door and knocked several times, "Mr. Cao, how are you? Are you all right?"

Erya yelled several times in a row but there was no response, she became a little impatient, and stretched out her hand to push the door, but she pushed it open casually.

When Erya saw the door opened, she ignored it and went in directly, only to see that the scholar surnamed Cao was hiding in the corner, covered with straw, trembling non-stop.

Erya curled her lips a little at the sight, how big of a person she is, and she doesn't take any responsibility, even a little fight is so frightened, it's not as good as a little girl like herself.

But Erya's eyes rolled up in a blink of an eye, and then she walked lightly in front of that Mr. Cao, and suddenly yelled.

This loud shout seemed to frighten this Mr. Cao quite a bit. He jumped up from the ground suddenly, and then rushed past the window next to him. It looked like he wanted to jump out of the window and escape.

Erya looked a little funny at him, "It's alright, it's alright, Mr. Cao, the villain has already left, so don't be afraid."

And that Mr. Cao seemed to realize that after hearing Er Ya's voice, he was being tricked by this little girl.

He seemed to be a little angry on the surface, but he looked a little afraid of Erya. He gave her a hard look, and tremblingly leaned on the wall and went out.

Er Ya followed behind this Mr. Cao, still laughing non-stop, it seemed that he was laughed at by his actions just now.

This Mr. Cao came to the yard and saw Yang Heng standing there, as if he was watching the sky at night, his appearance was so attractive.

The corner of Mr. Cao's mouth twitched, but he immediately returned to his frightened look.

"Yang Daochang, Yang Daochang, I still have some things to do at home, so I won't stay here for a long time, I... I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Cao tremblingly walked towards the door of the Taoist temple without waiting for Yang Heng to reply, as if he wanted to leave this place of right and wrong impatiently.

Seeing the other party's determination, Yang Heng has nothing to do. What happened just now is indeed a bit scary. If he is an ordinary person and encounters such a situation, his first thought may be to leave as soon as possible.

"Erya, go see off Mr. Cao."

Er Ya promised, followed Mr. Cao quickly, and opened the door for him when he reached the gate of the Taoist Temple. Mr. Cao seemed to be really impatient to leave, and when he was leaving, he tripped over the threshold.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Er Ya couldn't help but want to laugh again, but she immediately sullenly.

After this Mr. Cao left the Taoist temple, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head and bowed to Er Ya, without saying a word, and disappeared into the streets of this county town as soon as he threw a cigarette.

Er Ya looked at Mr. Cao fleeing in embarrassment and shook his head. These scholars usually talk about impassioned, but when they encounter the real situation, they become shrinking turtles.

Then Er Ya closed the door and went back to report to Yang Heng.

As for Mr. Cao who left, hiding in the dark at the corner of the street, he secretly glanced in the direction of Guanmen, with a smile on his lips.

But the smile quickly disappeared again, because in that yard, he felt an aura that he had never felt before.This invisible momentum has been rippling throughout the courtyard.

Judging from his many years of experience in receiving incense, it should be the majesty exuded by the gods enshrined in this Taoist temple.

However, the City God still doesn't know who are the three gods enshrined in this Taoist temple?

However, the invisible power emanating from these god statues alone can compete with the way of heaven, and just based on this, we can know that the three people enshrined are great figures.

As for saying that he has never heard of it, it should be because he is ignorant, or these three great figures rarely perform miracles in the world.

Although Nao didn't know who these three great gods were, he decided to give it a try first in this situation. In case these big figures would give him some benefits in the future, his personality would be able to rise a lot.

After having this idea, the City God gathered his mana again, only to see a red light emanating from his body, and then this red light shrouded the entire courtyard.

This red light has no other function, its only function is to calm people's hearts.

As long as you come within the range of this red light, you will feel admiration in your heart and worship the gods enshrined in the yard.

And when the City God cast a spell here, in an unknown dimension, a gaze immediately turned to this side.

And this gaze is so deep, just a glance, the city god felt the chill, and froze his whole body.

After having this feeling, the city god immediately understood that it was the big man behind the Taoist priest who was paying attention to him.

So the city god quickly bowed to the void.

Still following Chenghuang's salute, that gaze left slowly.

At this point, the City God breathed a sigh of relief, and then he didn't dare to stay here for a long time, and disappeared on the street in a flash.

At this time, Yang Heng, who was in the yard, was carefully observing the place where the middle-aged man vomited blood.

That man came to attack him today, and the spell he used made Yang Heng already know his origin.

This is probably because the White Lotus Sect knew that he had reappeared, so they sent masters to get rid of themselves.

But now I know almost nothing about where the White Lotus Sect is and who is in their Sect.

This is completely passive beating.

Yang Heng didn't want to just endure it and wait for the opponent to attack again and again.

Give the other party some color and let him know that he is not easy to mess with.