Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

"Ow, ooh, ooh—"

The two of them hurried to the house, and the living corpse behind them, who had no grievances in it, pressed even harder.Fortunately, the place where the battle was just now was not far from this house, and Qing Luo, who had just escaped from the control of the spell, also walked slowly. Pushing the door shut, Qing Luo, who was chasing after him, was locked out.

The old-fashioned little man who preached endlessly on weekdays made a decisive decision at this moment, and immediately leaned his back against the slammed wooden door, and while stabilizing his body to resist it, he frowned and asked with difficulty: "Brother, What kind of ghosts are outside here that let you do this."

Situ Lin shook his head wearily, sighed and said, "Hey, it's also an evil door. The resentful living corpse outside is exactly the corpse of Daoist Qingluo that we have been looking for for a long time. The situation just now In an emergency, Daoist Duan wanted to seal his resentment with a Dao talisman, but he was injured by him instead, so he was in such a mess."

"Okay, don't rush to talk about this."

Seeing that Duan Zhaoying, who was about to be supported by him, became paler and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, Yun Zhuo felt that the mark on his waist was also hot and painful, and hurriedly said to Bai Xiao: "Bai Xiao, aren't you After learning some medical skills, come and see how Daoist Duan's injury is!"

The young man was originally in a state of shock, but now he nodded his head and concentrated his mind and walked forward, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse and waited for a moment, but he was very silent, his face became more and more solemn: "It's not good, how did Daoist Duan get hurt like this."

Hearing this, Yun Zhuo's heart sank, and he hurriedly said, "How? Is the Taoist priest in danger of his life?"

"It's not just about life."

Bai Xiao sighed and said, "This slap was too hard, it was almost a deadly blow. The Taoist priest's heart was severely injured, and my medical skills are poor. For such an injury, I can only temporarily use spiritual power to maintain it, but it will last for a while. It's fine for a while, but I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it for a long time."

Situ Lin frowned and said, "How long can you last with your strength?"

Bai Xiaoyun shook his head while kneading the Healing Jue, then gestured with two fingers and said in a low voice, "It's less than two days."

These four words are like a basin of cold water poured over the heads of the people present.

——Two days is simply not enough time to wait for the rescuers to return to Yun's house, so if you stick to this house and wait for the rescuers, it will be tantamount to letting Daoist Duan die.But if he tried his best to break out of the town, there was Qing Luo guarding the door, with a vicious aura, he would kill anyone he saw, but he couldn't be beaten to death, nor could he be sealed.Fighting rashly will only increase the casualties.

"...how can this be good."

Yun Zhuo turned his head to look at the Situ brothers at the door, and then at Duan Zhaoying, whose life was hanging by a thread, and said in a daze: "The Taoist priest is injured like this, we can't just sit and wait for death. But the living corpse outside the door is not good. To deal with it, Dao talismans are useless, and swords cannot penetrate, so can we only be trapped to death here?"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them were silent for a while.However, after a while, Situ Lin suddenly raised his head thoughtfully, twisted his chin and muttered: "Since it is useless to fight head-on, then we can only go sideways with the sword. Dao talismans and swords are not good, so try How about the sealing magic weapon?"

Sealing magic weapon?

But where did the sealing magic weapon come from in this barren mountain?

Yun Zhuo looked at Situ Lin with doubts in his eyes, just as he saw that person turned to Situ Ling and said seriously: "Zihan, if you remember correctly, you were the winner of the Lingyun Conference last year, right?"

"good."

At that time, Xiao Guban, who was named, was shaken by the banging wooden door, but he still tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power to seal it tightly.Panting and thinking for a while, he suddenly realized and said with difficulty: "Brother, what do you mean?"

Situ Lin responded: "I heard that last year's prize for the winner was a spirit-sealing jade bottle. You should know a thing or two about how to use this magic weapon, right?"

"This, I don't know if it can be called understanding."

Hearing the words, Situ Ling hesitated and said in a low voice: "Brother, although I used that jade bottle to seal a few demons during my daily training, but the living corpse outside the door had such a heavy resentment. I don't know if the three-legged cat's spirit-sealing kung fu is feasible."

"Oh, why are you hesitating, Situ Zihan? You were so decisive and ruthless in saving me just now, how can you be so unconfident in your own strength right now?"

On the haystack beside him, Bai Xiao, who was mobilizing his true energy to heal Duan Zhaoying, shook his head anxiously when he heard these words, causing a few drops of sweat to roll down his forehead. Where is Ling going?

He paused for a moment, then said anxiously: "The situation is urgent now, if you don't want that living corpse to break in and kill you, you might as well bite the bullet and give it a try! It's better than letting Daoist Duan wait to die ah!"

"Then, let me give it a try!"

Bai Xiao's words were very urgent, and each word was reasonable, which made Situ Ling, who was usually indifferent, blushed slightly. The young boy squeezed his fists and took a deep breath, trying his best to stabilize his trembling breath. Said: "But, but if the situation is not right and something goes wrong later, you must remember not to love fighting."

After finishing speaking, he stabilized his figure backwards, put his back and legs together against the vibrating door, barely freed his left hand, reached into his bosom and took out a small jade bottle.

——The whole body of the jade bottle is green, with golden flowers engraved on it. Although the appearance is not particularly attractive, Yunzhuo can faintly feel the abundant spiritual power flowing inside it even a few feet away.

It is indeed a good magic weapon for sealing spirits. It seems that the winning prizes of the Lingyun Conference these years have become more and more rare and exotic.

He sighed secretly in his heart.However, after a moment of stalemate, the young boy holding the jade bottle as the general manager still showed no nervous expression on his face.Thinking that I was also one of the winners of the Lingyun Conference back then, and I could barely be considered this kid's brother, so I sighed lightly and stepped forward, patted Situ Ling's shoulder, who was biting his lower lip: "Young Master Situ, there is a saying I don't know if I should say it or not. Guili's ghostly aura is even worse than this kind of evil spirit, not to mention that there are me and your brother behind the cover in the house, since you are Zhanlu who will go to the altar to perform the sealing ceremony in a few years Disciple, if you are so nervous at this moment, what should you do after that? It's just a matter of practicing."

"Can……"

Situ Ling's expression softened a little when he heard the words, but he still remained hesitant, and said in a low voice, "But I'm afraid that if I miss it for a while, it will hurt everyone."

"It's okay, there's nothing to say about getting involved. This is the only way we have left at this moment, not to mention Mr. Rong and I are a few years older than you two. Even if something goes wrong, we will always try to protect you!"

Behind him, Situ Lin also stepped forward to comfort him, although his expression was not as calm as usual, but his words were firm, a bit more calm than his original unruly attitude.

"Brother..."

No matter how disagreeable they are, we share weal and woe in the face of crisis, not to mention that the person who comforted him is also his own brother, Situ Ling clutched the bottle, and seeing Situ Lin put his hand on the precarious door bolt behind him, his expression was a little turbulent While a little worried, she finally nodded with determination: "Okay, you must be careful."

Situ Lin gestured to him: "Zihan, as soon as this door opens, Mr. Rong and I will try our best to hold Daoist Qing Luo back. You should find an opportunity to use that spirit bottle to subdue him!"

Snapped--

Before the words fell, there was only a sound of breaking, and the door bolt had been broken by someone's palm.Almost at the same time, the ear-piercing metal twisting sound came from the door, interspersed with the whistling wind, brazenly announcing the arrival of the resentful corpse outside the door.

Yun Zhuo secretly took out a few mechanism bees from his sleeves and took precautions.The door of the room was shaken to pieces within a short while, and the living corpse, which was furious because of the battle just now, looked even more ferocious at this moment. Seeing that the door that had blocked him for a long time suddenly disappeared, he immediately raised his head to the sky and yelled, and concentrated his left hand He patted Situ Lin who was closest to him.

Before his death, Qing Luo was the one with the highest martial arts among Wudingguan's peers, but now he is full of murderous aura because he has become a resentful corpse.Coupled with the tossing and tossing just now, he was tainted with extreme anger, and he exerted ten percent of his strength with one palm.Situ Lin, who was behind the vertical door, had been on guard for a long time and drew his fan to block in time, but was also shocked to retreat three steps in a row, struggling to stabilize his figure.

"Don't hurt me brother Lin!"

Seeing that Situ Lin was struggling to deal with it, Yun Zhuo, who was hiding behind the door, was also anxious. With a wave of his right hand, a few mechanism bees came out of his sleeves, and they came straight to Qing Luo's face: "The little girl I used in Nanzhao Tricks, I hope the Taoist priest will teach me a thing or two."

After saying that, he turned his wrist, and the tails of those humming and fluttering mechanism bees flashed light, and flames spewed out from them.

"...Is this a trick?"

Situ Ling, who was clutching the Lingling Jade Bottle by the side, stared blankly, and said in shock: "Could it be that my elder brother did not do the ghostly thing, but you..."

"Ahhhhhh-"

However, before the young man could speak again, Qing Luo, who had been hit by the trap bee, roared angrily. The living corpse who was showing off its power just now had scorched black marks on its face, and subconsciously let go of the strength in its palm, and slapped its face The mechanism bees that were firmly hooked on the skin plucked it off.

Immediately, a crackling sound was heard, and the burnt charred wood and smoky black iron fell to the ground, and five deep bloodstains appeared on the face of the living corpse.

Dark blood dripped down his chin, Qing Luo raised his head in pain, and saw Yun Zhuo pulling the wire in the corner.Old and new grudges came to him, his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't care about fighting Situ Lin again, he suddenly turned his head around, lifted the Fusheng held in his right hand and roared at Yun Zhuo, the instigator.

Not good!

Although he knew that his action in a hurry would definitely anger Qing Luo, he didn't expect the corpse's reaction to be so violent. Seeing that the sword was approaching him, Yun Zhuo hurriedly threw the lead wire to the low table on the left, three times Wrapped around the legs of the table twice, pulled it hard, and pulled it between the two of them.

boom--

But how did he know that the Taoist priest's sword was so fierce that the wooden table was shattered into pieces by the floating sword energy within a moment, and flew all over the ground with crackles.Although Fu Sheng, who had condensed his sword energy, was blocked by the table and had a three-point delay in his sword momentum, he still stabbed towards Yun Zhuo fiercely.

Daoist Qing Luo's sword is so powerful! ?

Yun Zhuo groaned inwardly, and barely avoided the fatal sword with his head tilted, his face was still wiped with a light bloodstain by the sword energy.But fortunately, he finally took advantage of this momentum and spun around on one foot, and pulled out the "Wuqi" behind his back with a "呲啦".

It's so dangerous, so dangerous, if I don't escape this time, I'm afraid my life will be accounted for here.

While holding the horizontal sword by his side, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But who would have thought that at this very moment, Qing Luo, who was so embarrassed and angry that he couldn't make a single blow, instead of withdrawing his sword, turned the blade of the sword abruptly, and slashed at Yun Zhuo's head heavily: "Ah, ah, ah——"

"Young Master Rong, be careful!"

Bai Xiao's shouts and Fu Sheng's sound of piercing through the sky mixed together, but in a hurry, Yun Zhuo could only subconsciously block with his sword, but when he closed his eyes, he said in his heart that it was over.

——Let’s not say that such a shell with no inner strength is still holding a fake sword. Even if he fought hard with the real Wuqi back then, he might not be able to fight against the powerful Qing Luo and his famous weapon. In front of Fu Sheng, he got a little bit of a bargain.So if he got hit hard this time, his Sirius Lord's life might really be confessed here earlier than Taoist Duan.

While thinking about it, the fierce sword energy roared towards the center of his brows, Yun Zhuo suddenly felt his wrist hurt from the violent shock, loosened his five fingers, and the iron sword split into two parts almost without any room for maneuver. Then he was shocked far away.

"Ahhhh-"

But who knows, just as he was about to wait for death while chanting "My life is over", the person in front of him also let out a painful howl. Rolled away, escaped from the fierce attack.

saved?

After narrowly escaping from death, Yun Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds, and only then did he recover from it. He hurriedly opened his eyes to take a closer look, and saw a black fan stuck on Qing Luo's neck.

——It's mediocrity.

The several sharp blades pulled out from the edge of the fan were deeply embedded in the black flesh of the living corpse at this moment, Qing Luo wailed in pain, and stretched out his left hand to throw one of them away.

Almost at the same time, red and black blood gurgled from the pale neck, coupled with the look of the copy's eyes that were about to tear apart, it seemed shocking for a while.

"fortunately……"

Behind the two of them, Situ Lin, who was still in the posture of throwing a throw just now, had not had time to withdraw his right hand, looking at Yun Zhuo who was still in shock, there was a little more fear in his usually calm eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his voice was mixed with tremors that he didn't even notice: "Young Master Rong, are you alright?"

Yun Zhuo nodded, but when Fang raised his eyes, he saw Qing Luo, whose breath was unstable due to the injury, growling and stroking the cut on his neck, gnashing his teeth, with resentment in his eyes.

——And under the stroking of the living corpse, the horrifying gash just now seemed to heal again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yun Zhuo's heart froze, and he quickly turned his head and shouted at Situ Ling who was in the corner: "Young Master Situ, hurry up, hurry up now!"

"Oh, oh, good!"

As soon as these words came out, Situ Ling, who was stunned by the desperate struggle just now, finally shuddered and reacted.Holding up the jade bottle in his hand, he squeezed the formula with one hand, chanting words, bursts of white light glowed around his figure.

He only heard a roar of grief and anger, and Qing Luo, who was clutching his neck and screaming, was suddenly locked by the light in the bottle, unable to move his hands and feet, and the blood-stained Floating Sword fell straight to the ground.

After a while, the aura of the living corpse gradually disappeared, and his knees gave way, and he fell to his knees weakly, his hands and feet still struggled desperately.

"Well"

Unexpectedly, at this time, Situ Ling, who cast the spell, also groaned in pain and took two steps back. It turned out that the spell hadn't fully taken effect, and Qing Luo vigorously broke through several rays of light in the bottle.

When the restraints were loosened slightly, the living corpse suddenly turned its face, grinning its teeth. When it saw Bai Xiao who was supporting Duan Zhaoying on the haystack, a fierce light appeared in his eyes. The boy hacked away.

"Oops! Bai Xiao!"

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest, who was blinded by resentment, would attack the unarmed Miaojiang boy desperately at the last moment. Seeing that the situation was wrong, Yun Zhuo immediately called the agency to stop him, but in the end the action was a little slow. It was too late to stop the castration of that palm.

Fortunately, the child was quick-witted. Seeing that the palm was missed, he rolled on the spot to avoid the critical point. He received a solid blow on the shoulder and fell back again and again.

The situation was urgent, Situ Ling recited the spirit-sealing mantra faster when seeing this, and Yun Zhuo hurriedly waved to Bai Xiao: "Come here!"

But who knows, the wounded and embarrassed young man did not know when he pulled out a green bamboo flute from his waist and put it horizontally to his lips, facing the red-eyed Qing Luo tremblingly, he played an intermittent tune with great difficulty while propping up his painful arm .

The tune mostly uses the sound of changing signs, although it is played difficultly, it can't hide the clever and tactful meaning, it belongs to the song of eliminating evil spirits and suppressing demons.Yun Zhuo often listened to his second elder brother playing the piano in his early years. Although he couldn't hear the deep taste, he still knew a thing or two about this kind of rhythm.Most of the people who come to Miaodi are good at singing and dancing, and it is not surprising that they can play some tunes to ward off evil spirits. It was Bai Xiao who died in a hurry and became a living horse doctor, and wanted to use this spiritual tune to temporarily suppress it. Qing Luo's resentment.

However, even his second elder brother may not be able to calm down such resentful corpses that are several times more dangerous than Li Yuan'er back then. Can this jerky song played by this skinny young man from Miaojiang really work?

Yun Zhuo felt uneasy in his heart, and he did not dare to neglect, the lead wire of the mechanism clutched in his hand was tightened tightly, but how could he know that after a moment, he heard a muffled sound, and it was Qing Luo who relaxed and knelt down on the ground .

"Ugh-"

But seeing the resentful corpse whose eyes were tearing apart just now seemed to have regained his sanity for the time being. Hearing the flute, he opened his mouth, as if wanting to speak, but in the end, the resentful corpse could not utter a word, and could only whimper softly in his throat. , the eyes regained a gleam of brilliance, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out.

Bai Xiao, who was holding the flute in both hands, opened his eyes wide. It seemed that he hadn't expected the melody to have such a powerful effect. A thin layer of sweat oozes between his fingers.But in the end, surprise is the surprise, this fight is about the lives of many people, the young man kept his mind steady, while quietly retreating a few steps, he continued to press the flute hole, the melody continued faintly.

quick!now!

Seeing that there was something going on, Yun Zhuo hurriedly gave Situ Ling a wink, the young man nodded knowingly, murmured a mantra, and his right hand that was holding the jade bottle of Feng Ling trembled a little.

The flute music and curse sounds intertwined, and the spiritual power in the small room was constantly shaking, and there was a stalemate for a moment. Qing Luo, who knelt down on the ground, suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful cry. The resentment in his body suddenly dissipated, and his body gradually became transparent.

And when Situ Ling and Bai Weihan both finished speaking, finally only the jade bottle was left in the center of the room.

Both the accident and the rebirth came too suddenly, Bai Xiao was unbelievably stupid for a moment, then sat down tremblingly against the wall of the house behind him, his right hand hangs weakly on the ground, the green bamboo flute touched the blue stone ground , making a crisp "click" sound: "We, succeeded?"

Situ Ling on the side also took two staggering steps, carefully picked up the jade bottle, then sat down on the ground as if relieved from a heavy burden, and gasped for breath: "Yes, yes, it succeeded."

The iron sword at his feet was broken in two, and the more Yun Zhuo looked at it, the more his heart beat wildly, and he was terrified.Yu frowned as he leaned against the wall for a steady breath, wondering the cause and effect of this matter.

——Why did the missing Qing Luo suddenly appear in this town?And why did he become such a vicious corpse?

What does all this have to do with the ghost king on the nameless mountain?Where did Hong Feng come from?

Yun Zhuo frowned and thought for a while, only to feel that he was still confused, as if he had touched the details of the matter vaguely, but everything behind it was still terribly complicated, making it completely impossible to see the truth behind it.

After the disaster stopped for a while, Situ Lin on the side seemed to be thinking about this too, looked down at the mess in front of him, and said with a solemn expression: "I am afraid that the anger of the unjust death of the people in this town has been condensed on him by Daoist Qing Luo , that made it such an unusually vicious resentful corpse."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhuo secretly sorted it out with his doubts just now, and then thought: "Then, is it true that the body of Daoist Qing Luo was stolen by the ghost king? When he was slaughtered by the ghost king, there was a chance to take the grievances of the whole town as his own? And the little ghost energy that was missed caused the animals to change, so did we have the scene we saw when we entered the town?"

"Not bad, but more than that."

Situ Lin suddenly raised his head to look at him, and said in a low voice: "Only a corpse with a stronger resentment can use the spirit of a corpse with a weaker resentment for his own use. People in this town died for no reason. He already harbored great grievances, and since Daoist Qing Luo was able to dispel all the grievances of a town, then he must have died with great grievances."

"What! According to you, Daoist Qing Luo really didn't die from his injuries!?"

Yun Zhuo turned pale in shock, and said almost without hesitation: "But, why didn't so many medical officers who were recruited by Wudingguan find out?"

"That's not known yet."

Situ Lin shook his head, leaned down to pick up Pingping who had just been knocked to the ground by Qing Luo, and said: "This series of things is too strange, I think we can't figure it out for a while, and it's still the same thing up to now. The long-term injury is important. For the time being, let them go first, and we will talk about everything after we get out of this town."

"Well, yes, let's go first."

After several years of suspicious cases, Yun Zhuo hurriedly gathered his mind to follow Situ Lin, and went out in a few steps.

Unexpectedly, when the two arrived on the street in front of the gate, their eyes suddenly widened.It turned out that there were more than a dozen evil ghosts with green faces and fangs standing in front of this house not far from the opposite side, and firmly surrounded the house behind the two of them.

In the direction of Zhenkou, two ghostly red figures, a man and a woman, are also faintly visible, with surging spiritual power slowly walking towards this place under the setting sun at dusk.