Daoist, I am married

The black eagle circled a few times over the forest, then aimed at the two people underground, and started to dive.

Ming Cong narrowed his eyes: "This is..."

...

Jin Ze showed joy and stood up excitedly: "It's the old man!"

I saw the black eagle rushing down, screaming from time to time, until the two of them approached, it suddenly turned into a chick, and landed in Jin Ze's hands.

The black chick spoke human words, and it was Bai Yitiao's voice: "Stinky boy, I can't even recognize Lao Tzu's formation, so what use are you for!"

Jin Ze lowered his head, knowing that he couldn't help but mutter.Anyway, knowing that the old man was fine, he was also relieved.

"The soul of conscience that I have worked so hard to seal, let you let it go, it's really good! The books are read into the dog's belly. Don't say that I was taught by someone in Bai when you go out, it's shameful. …”

After scolding for a long time, I finally felt comfortable, and Bai Yiyi finally got down to business. The black chick tilted its head in another direction and continued to open its mouth: "Now you all quickly find that thread of conscience for me, and seal it up. That evil spirit is less A wisp of soul can't make a climate. As for the half-solid body, let the old men in Chenxiangwu study it."

"Nanhai doesn't need you to come here, I can settle it myself, you'd better stay at home obediently."

After the last sentence, the black chick disappeared without a trace.

The two remained silent, carefully digesting Bai Yiyi's words.

Jin Ze coughed lightly, as if he wasn't the one being scolded just now, and said calmly, "Conscience soul, what did you think of?"

"The reunion of scattered souls." Ming Cong replied, "Our conjecture is not entirely wrong. This evil spirit is indeed crossing the catastrophe, but because it is crossing the catastrophe of the reunion of scattered souls, it is difficult to succeed without a soul, and naturally the skill is also weak Significantly weakened." The lack of a soul, which they did not expect.

Jin Ze looked at the fainted child on the ground: "Tell me, this soul of conscience is this child?"

"The so-called soul of conscience is also the person who gathers conscience. This is the only ray of kindness that the evil spirits survive in the world. It is normal to not feel evil."

Jin Ze evoked a bitter smile: "It seems that we have been led by the nose from the beginning, first by unknown forces, and then by the conscience of this evil spirit. Since it is a good idea, why do we have to do such a bad thing?" What's up?"

"The reunion of the evil spirits' souls is no less than the rebirth of Nirvana. Their souls will be dispersed to all corners of the world, and they will go through 77 small kalpas, cross the eight great mountain ranges, and obtain a body that has been tempered for hundreds of years, and then invite them to reunite."

Ming Cong paused and continued: "To complete this process, the risks can be imagined. Therefore, soul dispersers often put a mark on each strand of soul, so that they always remember their mission, just like this child What I remember, looking for parents is also looking for the body.”

"The old man sealed it so that it couldn't come out until he met us. But you also said that the seal is extremely simple, the bell is just hung on a tree, why did someone want to lead us here?"

If they just want to let go of their conscience, they can do it themselves.

Ming Cong couldn't figure it out either, the behavior of this group of people was too unbelievable.

A burst of fragrance hit, Jin Ze couldn't help but look up, and saw a small white figure hovering in the sky.

Ming Cong also raised his head and said, "It's Master Wu."

The white figure was approaching, and Jinze could see clearly that it was a white medicine butterfly.

Yaodie transformed into the air, forming a phantom of a young man.

"Cong'er." The phantom with a jade-like face, looking at about the same age as Ming Cong, opened his mouth with a cold voice that was not close to the world, "I have received the sound transmission. This contact is for the sake of your senior brother." The matter. Now the disciples of Chenxiangwu are running around, and they encounter the same situation, all of them are inexplicable and abnormal monsters. But there is still no news from the South China Sea, your master is very worried, and ordered you to go to the South China Sea to check immediately."

The phantom dissipated, Ming Cong frowned, and said, "It's broken."

"What?" Jin Ze looked at him.

"They're making noise." Ming Cong said, "Elder Brother and the others still have no news, I'm afraid it's bad luck."

Stirring troubles everywhere is a blindfold, just to distract Chen Xiangwu and drain their energy, I am afraid that the South China Sea is their real goal.

"Then we..." Before Jin Ze finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly changed.

I saw groups of black figures suddenly appearing, surrounded by black figures from all directions.That's a big piece of evil.

All kinds of intrusive hisses came out of their mouths, and they kept approaching Jin Ze and the others.

Jin Ze cursed secretly, what kind of good luck is this.

Ming Cong took out the sighing bell and injected spiritual power.The sighing bell rises into the air, sighing.

The evil thing was shaken back a few steps, Jin Ze was sighing that it was dangerous, but they continued to approach against the sound wave.

"Aren't they afraid?" What kind of monster is this?

"Daoist, look into their eyes."

Ming Cong: "All of them were artificially induced to change."

Those evil eyes were all blood red, and the aura emanating from each of them did not belong to low-level evil things at all, it was almost an evil spirit with good skills.

Mingcong drew out his long sword and protected Jinze behind him.

Jin Ze frantically dug out the "battle uniform", thought for a while and took out another one: "Master Dao, this..." Although it is a bit ugly, it can save his life at critical moments.

Ming Cong glanced at the white dress, his eyes moved, and he reached out to take it: "Thank you."

The encirclement was getting closer and closer, Jin Ze ran to the child on the ground, took out a pearl, and temporarily sealed her in.

The two stared back to back at the evil thing that was getting closer and closer, with ugly hissing in their ears, and darkness in their eyes.

Jin Ze took a deep breath and took out the talisman on his body: "Come on."

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the long sword was unsheathed.

For a while there were screams, and the ears of the screamers roared.

The talisman that Kanazawa swung almost turned into black smoke when it touched their bodies, and the attack talisman could only cause negligible damage to them.

A thousand golden bullets popped out, with a bang, several trees were knocked down, and a clean area was cleared in front of the eyes, but almost at the same time, new evil creatures came up to fill in the gaps.

"Daoist, it's not an option to go on like this." Jin Ze touched his body again, took out a handful of poison darts, and sprinkled them towards the encirclement.

It's not that he didn't expect to encounter groups of enemies when he went out this time, it's just that he thought about where to hide when the time came, and it was enough to shoot the arrows in the back, and he never thought that he would directly confront the evil things head-on.

So all the things he brought were used for long-range attack and short-range defense, not many for close combat.What's more, this group of evil creatures is unusual, he felt that he seemed to have to apologize to the Taoist priest again this time.

Ming Cong waved his long sword to sweep away the evil things that kept rushing, and said in his mouth: "If you can't make a hard attack, find a chance to retreat."

"Daoist," Jin Ze took out a golden bullet and pointed in a direction, "We will attack there together in a while."

Ming Cong nodded.

Kanazawa number: "Three, two, one!"

With a bang, a gap appeared, and two figures, one black and one white, rushed towards the gap quickly, and the evil creatures screamed and continued to surround, and the gap was quickly filled.

Ming Cong gathered spiritual power in the long sword, forcefully opened a gap again, and at the same time pushed Jinze out with force.

Jin Ze was caught off guard by the push, flew out of the encirclement, and landed on the ground. Turning around again, the black circle became a ball again, without a single crack.

Jin Ze thumped the ground: "Master!"

When there was no response, Jin Ze felt even more anxious.After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I found a talisman and almost cried.

This is what he learned from looking through ancient books in his spare time. It is a spell specially used for large-scale attacks, called the Wanjun Talisman.It's just that the spiritual power required for its mobilization is huge, and he has been useless, so he is at the bottom of the box.

After trying his spiritual sense, his spiritual power was still not enough to activate it. He scratched his head anxiously, took out a few elixir and ate it. Feeling that his spiritual power had almost recovered, he activated the Wanjun Talisman.

The surrounding air was turbulent, the corners of the clothes rose without wind, the sky gradually changed, and there was a hint of rain.

Jin Ze concentrated and continued to inject spiritual power into the talisman.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and a nine-day thunderbolt descended from the clouds, and the cloud of black air was smashed to pieces with lightning and thunder.

After the black air dissipated, it wanted to rise again, another thunder came again, and the evil thing wailed.

Jin Ze looked worriedly at the place surrounded by the evil thing, but before he could see anything clearly, he passed out and became unconscious again.

"Uncle, wake up, I'm already awake and you still sleep, are you ashamed?"

Someone was talking in the haze, Jin Ze gradually regained consciousness, felt his nose itchy, and sneezed loudly, and bumped into the small round head opposite him.

"Ah!" the little baby screamed, "Uncle, why did you bump into me? You can't do this even if you're shy."

Jin Ze regained consciousness completely, and looked at the doll in front of him in disbelief: "Baby, why did you come out? No, are you alright? Are you alright?"

The baby tilted his head: "What's wrong with me? I'm fine. I've been here all the time, but you've been sleeping and ignoring me."

"I..." Jin Ze was a little confused, the scene before he passed out came to mind, and hurriedly asked the child in front of him, "Where is your big brother? Where is he?"

The door was pushed open at this moment, and a man in white came in with food: "Wake up, let's eat something."

"Daoist!" Jin Ze lifted the quilt and got out of bed, pulled the person to look around, and asked, "Are you okay?"

He still remembered the thunder he attracted, and he regretted it after the introduction. If he accidentally injured the Taoist priest, he would die!

Ming Cong smiled and told him to look left and right, and said, "I'm fine."

Kanazawa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people were all right, sat down and said, "I was really scared to death, you pushed me out, do you know that I almost cried in despair outside, if something happened to you, you How do I face the disciples of Chenxiangwu, how do I explain to your master, and your wife, don't you think about her?"

The little doll was lying in front of the table, looking up at the two adults.

Ming Cong opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Jin Ze.

Jin Ze shook his head, then waved his hand at Ming Cong: "You don't need to say it, I know, I am indeed a drag now, my luck is not very good, and it will only make the Daoist priest suffer with me, I think it over, we Let's go now, Daoist, you go to the South China Sea first, and I will say it later."

Ming Cong shook his head helplessly at what he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I never felt that you were a burden. Pushing you out was just subconsciously at a critical moment without thinking too much about it. You don't have to blame yourself."

Jin Ze supported his forehead and rubbed the place where he just hit it, and the more he rubbed it, the more painful it became: "I have never hated my stinky luck so much."

A cool hand stroked his forehead, which instantly relieved half of his soreness.

"Why do you attribute other people's faults to yourself?" Ming Cong sighed.