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This is the legendary...jumping god, right?

Zheng Jing didn't dare to ask.

At this time, the little wooden people scattered randomly on the ground trembled slightly.

"Wisdom is clear, mind is peaceful, the three souls are eternal, and the soul is not lost." Xia Qing stood upright, put the wooden sword in front of her, closed her eyes and read a sentence, and then immediately opened her eyes again, staring at the spot on the ground. A few little wooden figures, "Get up!"

Zheng Jing only felt that Xia Qing looked different after reciting that mantra, and if she had to explain it, only "more spiritual" could barely describe that state.But soon, she saw that after Xia Qing finished saying that word, the spells on the little wooden figures were suddenly lifted, and there were clusters of thick black mist immediately above the little wooden figures, like a long wind. Quickly became life-size.

Outside, the giggles of the cursed ghost baby sounded again.

"Turn back to the right way, clarify inside and outside, keep your positions, and guard the altar." Xia Qing didn't close her eyes this time, while looking at the door, she quickly chanted a mantra, and suddenly moved the mahogany sword in her hand to the right, "East!"

Several black ghost figures rushed towards the east without hesitation.

Almost when Zheng Jing turned his gaze to the east, the ghost image was already trembling with the cursed ghost baby that suddenly appeared there.

Obviously it was just a fat baby with short arms and short legs, but he just moved his arms and pointed his fingers from time to time, and he was evenly matched with those ghosts, and even slightly better.

Those ghosts had no way to break through and cause harm to the cursed ghost baby, but the cursed ghost baby had the time to tilt its head and grin at Zheng Jing, revealing the mouth that could reach the ears.

"Taiyou is destined to hunt down evil spirits, protect the god king, and defend the chanting." Xia Qing ignored the fierce battle over there, but looked straight at Zheng Jing, "Zheng Jing, let go!"

Zheng Jing shook her hand, subconsciously turned on the phone and pressed the play button.

A singing voice came out from the mobile phone. After hearing a few words, Zheng Jing's face changed again, and she looked at Xia Qing with a little embarrassment.

Just now, Xia Qing was chanting mantras every time she moved, which reminded Zheng Jing that the ancestor of the Xia family was a Taoist priest, but in a blink of an eye, she heard from the mobile phone what Xia □□ had prepared first, it was clearly a Buddhist scripture!

A Taoist priest prepared the audio of Buddhist scriptures for the ghost baby to listen to?!

"Put it here." Xia Qing didn't care how complicated Zheng Jing's mood and expression were now, and the mahogany sword moved a little to the ground, which was the central position of the incomprehensible lines she had just drawn.

Zheng Jing immediately followed what Xia Qing said, and threw the mobile phone that was playing the Buddhist scriptures precisely in the middle of the line. At the same time, the hand holding the stick did not relax at all, and she also paid attention to the ghosts fighting over there.

The moment the Buddhist scriptures sounded, the cursed ghost baby was visibly upset. It lost its mood of tilting its head to deal with the ghosts that hindered it. Its all-black eyes showed fierceness, and its fat little hands opened and closed. The ghost figure suddenly got into its hands somehow.

The sharp and ear-piercing cry pierced through Zheng Jing's brain, and before she could raise her hands to cover her ears to relieve the uncomfortable feeling, the sound stopped abruptly.

Zheng Jing opened her eyes wide, watching the Cursed Ghost Baby open its mouth wide, its head seemed to be divided into upper and lower halves by the mouth, and swallowed the black ghost in one gulp.

"Return!" Xia Qing knew that the method of using ghost shadows to restrain and curse ghost infants could no longer be continued, so she gave an order without hesitation, and a few spells were quickly pasted on the wooden figurines. Except for the cracked one, the rest All the ghosts in the room returned to the little wooden figures in a blink of an eye.

"Giggle, die!" The ghost stood in the air, jumped and clapped his hands a few times, his smile changed into fierceness without warning, and suddenly disappeared into the air.

Zheng Jing stepped in front of Xia Qing almost subconsciously at the same time, and threw a stick towards an empty place.

The huge force bounced back from the swinging stick, and Zheng Jing's tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, but the cursed ghost baby was also successfully knocked aside by her stick, clutching his arm and screaming.

Soon, the action of covering his arms turned into covering his ears again, and the cursed ghost baby became more and more anxious, and his eyes flicked to the mobile phone that was playing Buddhist scriptures from time to time.

Chapter 127 The Child's Eyes ([-])

"The guards of the three realms, the five emperors welcome, all the gods pay homage, and use thunder." Xia Qing quickly recited a mantra, biting the words as quickly as cracking a rock, and then pointed her sword at the ghost baby.

A thunderbolt appeared out of nowhere and struck the place where the cursed ghost baby was staying.

The cursed ghost baby moved away from his seat for a moment, and stopped covering his ears. His dark eyes looked at the scorched place that was blasted by the lightning, and his eyes were fixed on Xia Qing without blinking.

"Ah----ah----" The cursed ghost baby yelled angrily twice, and disappeared before his eyes again.

"Golden light appears quickly, protecting the real person!" For the first time, Xia Qing's expression fluctuated, and even the voice of chanting the mantra seemed much more hurried.

However, Zheng Jing was shocked to find that Xia Qing was looking at her, and in the next second, a golden light suddenly flashed around her, flashing abruptly like an eggshell.

And at the back of her head, the cursed ghost baby was stabbed by the golden light and backed away screaming.

"Xia Qing!" Zheng Jing, ignoring the cursed ghost baby who almost opened the back of her head, yelled in horror and rushed towards Xia Qing.

But it was too late.

Almost at the same time as the previous cursed ghost baby, there was an identical cursed ghost baby that appeared beside Xia Qing, dodging the mahogany sword that Xia Qing had slashed, leaving four streaks of black paint on Xia Qing's arm with one claw. Paint scratches.

"Giggle." The two cursed ghost babies floated in the air, covering their bellies with the same movement and frequency and laughing loudly.

Immediately afterwards, they dodged under Xia Qing's thunder and merged into one, pounced on the mobile phone that was still chanting on the ground.

There was only a crisp sound of "click", the phone was crushed, and the sound of chanting stopped abruptly.

But Xia Qing showed a smile, and threw the mahogany sword towards the cursed ghost baby.

The cursed ghost infant dismissively wanted to dodge the ghost, but unexpectedly bumped into something invisible, just this short pause, Xia Qing's mahogany sword pierced the abdomen, nailing the whole ground to the ground.

Xia Qing didn't stop, she quickly squatted down and grabbed the wound and pressed it to the ground. The blood spread rapidly along the lines of the ground like a living thing, and a blood-red mist rose from the air, covering the cursed ghost baby in the center.

The cursed ghost baby screamed violently, trying to break free from the trap cage, but the wound caused by the mahogany sword in its abdomen made it lose part of its energy.

Soon, the cursed ghost baby turned his head, fixed his dark eyes on Xia Qing, and rushed towards her.

"Boom----" the first time, the cursed ghost baby was hit back by the invisible barrier, and Xia Qing's body swayed imperceptibly, and soon stood upright and stood there motionless with both hands on the ground.

The cursed ghost baby lay on the ground, looked at Xia Qing, opened its bloody mouth, and then rushed towards Xia Qing.

"Bang----" This time it was louder, and even Xia Qing opened her eyes wide in surprise, looking at the back of Zheng Jing holding a stick in front of her.

Just now when the cursed ghost baby rushed towards Xia Qing again, trying to get out of the predicament by hitting and waiting for an opportunity to hurt Xia Qing, Zheng Jing strode forward and hit the cursed ghost baby's head with a stick.

The cursed ghost baby was beaten back to the middle ground on the spot, ate a mouthful of dust, and an imperceptible small crack appeared on its head.

Not to mention looking at Zheng Jing's cursed ghost baby with the look of seeing a ghost, even the corners of her mouth twitched when she thought about letting Zheng Jing protect herself at first, and then slightly modified her throwing stick, and was a little fierce to her girlfriend He looks like he doesn't know what to say.

Zheng Jing, on the other hand, is most familiar with the way of chasing after the victory. Xia Qing's hideous wound and the scene of being hit and shaken just now are enough for her to make a decision.

As a detective, all the fighting skills she learned were not for killing people, and this time, she finally wanted to use these abilities that had become a habit for many years with the determination to "kill".