debt repayment

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a sword flying across the sky, and a Taoist boy in black stood on the sword.

The boy still had long hair, a lamp in one hand, and a bell in the other, with a calm and composed expression, like a ray of divine light strayed into the sea of ​​blood and the dark sky.

Qing Le couldn't help calling out: "Little friend!"

It was too far away, Quan Ying didn't hear it, and didn't respond.He shook his left hand lightly, and a dozen strings of bells jingled in his hand. The clear sound of the bells spread quickly through the vast and gloomy barrier, and then returned to silence.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​blood became a little quiet.Some chanting sounds leaked from the sky, but all the disciples of the immortal sect know that this is the most basic Qiankun Sutra, and it is mostly used to guide new disciples to meditate and walk on the right path. Forgotten by most monks.

Qing Le had never seen anyone who could recite the Heaven and Kun Sutra to produce the effect of a high-level soul-suppressing mantra, and the crisp childish voice was tinged with a bit of sacred dignity.

As the Taoist recited in a low and unobtrusive manner, floating light in the form of silk threads gradually emerged in the enchantment, lingering around the scarlet evil spirit, to appease the fierce ghost's brutal intent.

The monks realized that the sea of ​​blood was covered by a thin but abundant layer of mana. This layer of mana was the same as the aura of floating light, presumably it was all from the Taoist boy.

"...Emperor Empress Tu benevolent and virtuous creation, dirt and evil must not be messed up, quickly retreat and disperse, so as to calm the living beings."

Daotong rang the bell again, and several yellow talismans flew out from his sleeve, forming a circular formation with him as the center. The beloved kitten wandered around the cloud of evil spirits, and from time to time arched its waist and rubbed against the edge of the evil spirits, its attitude could be called flattering, doglegs to the extreme.Seeing this, the monks could not help but twitch their mouths.

The group of evil spirits also liked him very much, so he stopped chasing the group of mourning ghost servants and got close to those yellow talismans.

"Dijun," the archivist, who was not good at casting spells, said puzzledly, "Your boy avatar can clearly restrain this ghost, so why worry about not being able to restrain him? Isn't it quite stable?"

"No, no," Quan Ying said calmly, "I sprinkled cinnabar dust mixed with fairy peach tree juice in the ruins during the day, and the dust spread all over the ruins, naturally forming a good place to calm the nerves and ghosts. This place has a vast area, Although the spiritual power I left behind is thin, it can accumulate and spread into a network, so it can stabilize Song Hui'an."

"If it weren't for the cinnabar dust, how could it be so easy to hold the fierce ghost who has become angry and murderous?"

As he said, he manipulated Xiao Dao Tong to go towards the monks, Xiao Dao Tong walked up to them, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, hurry up, this ghost can only be quiet for a while, don't touch it again."

Zishu stared at him blankly, forgetting how to speak for a while.

Yuxian made a bow and said: "I am not talented Yuxian, thank you for helping me, I don't know what to call you?"

Quan Ying said, "My surname is Quan."

"It turned out to be Xiaoyou Quan, nice to meet you." Yuxian secretly looked at the cute little Taoist boy, and said in his heart that when Qingle returned to the sect, he would punish him for copying the Heart Sutra of Observing Things a thousand times.

This child, why can't even the Spirit Wood Demon Cultivator see it?He is really a pure and stupid little blind man, how can he and the suzerain hand over the sect to this little blind man with peace of mind?

Thinking of the future of the sect, Yu Xian felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. On the bright side, he still maintained a calm demeanor: "Although the ghost is suppressed by the little friend, the barrier has not been broken. I don't know what kind of magical method the little friend has. Take us out?"

"It's not difficult," Quan Ying distributed the bells to everyone, "I also ask you to inject mana and follow me to ring the bells gently."

Seeing that the bell was simple and ordinary, Qingle wondered, "Why?"

"The ghost-suppressing bell is not about tools, but about people. If I am alone, it will not work to completely suppress the ghost with this bell. If you all work together, maybe we can still get out."

All the monks exchanged glances left and right, and finally their eyes fell on Yuxian.

Yuxian weighed the pros and cons, nodded, and decided to trust this demon cultivator of unknown origin for the time being.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Quan Ying rang the bell with a smile, and everyone followed suit. In an instant, voiceless voices echoed over the barrier, and the evil spirit was indeed more peaceful and docile.

The sea of ​​blood swayed slightly, but there were no waves.

A little moonlight gradually leaked from the sky above the enchantment. Just as the teenagers were about to cheer, they suddenly felt a cold chill emerge from their feet, as if they were facing an abyss.

The sea of ​​blood that had just calmed down was once again turbulent, and the overwhelming darkness covered the whole field, and there was no light.

Zishu turned pale with shock.

In the darkness, a cool, smooth, liquid-stained thing touched his face.Zishu didn't dare to move, he let the object hold his chin and cheeks cautiously, trembling slightly, leaving a warm liquid with a salty smell on his skin.

His sluggish brain froze for a few seconds before he realized that it was a pair of human hands.

The visitor exhaled, and called out in a cold and soft voice, "Brother."

[The author has something to say: I just modified and replaced the wrong chapter, I am a skr fool_(з」∠)_

I didn't expect that the simple beginning in the outline would be so detailed and long.

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