Now that you have become the wolf king, why be afraid of the sea emperor?

The Golden Knife Gate is just a very inconspicuous little sect under the two sects, three sects and eight sects. You may not be able to tell clearly who it is attached to. Li Suian started at the age of eight, with a gentle and peaceful personality. Although the Golden Knife Sect is not as rich as the Yaoyun Sect, it has also cultivated a group of righteous cultivators with pure and kind hearts.Li Suian came down the mountain at the age of 15. He was considered to be extremely talented among his peers, but he had only just established his foundation, and the snake venom of a spirit snake demon was enough to kill him.

Li Suian failed to kill the demon, his whole body has been eroded by toxins, and he can't move. He is facing up, looking at the blue and white sunlight leaking from the gap in the shade of the trees, with despair seeping in his eyes. The master and the master have high hopes for him, and he doesn't want to die yet. , if there is a god...

A touch of white clothes came into view, and Li Suian's vision was obviously blurred, but he felt that this handsome and elegant face was surrounded by rays of light.

At that time, Jiang Zhouyin had already entered the Nascent Soul stage, so it was not a problem to detoxify this bit of snake venom.

Li Suian's limbs were still numb, and the place where he was bitten was on his right shoulder. Jiang Zhouyin squatted behind him. Li Suian turned his head hard to look at his benefactor again, but Jiang Zhouyin tapped lightly on the head: " do not move."

Li Suian gradually became exhausted, fell asleep at some point, and when he woke up again, he was in a quiet cave, and his benefactor had long since disappeared, but even so, that face was still more deeply in his memory, never blurred.

Seeing Jiang Zhouyin goodbye, Li Suian's surprise can be imagined.

But for Jiang Zhouyin, this matter was indeed a matter of little effort.

"I remember you." Jiang Zhouyin nodded and chuckled, and he squinted his eyes: "In the early stage of Jindan, your cultivation has improved a lot."

In fact, this is a polite remark. Li Suian's aptitude is average in the Yaoyun sect, not to mention that his little apprentice is a jerk, but Li Suian blushed suddenly, and lowered his head slightly: "You were walking in a hurry and didn't stay behind. Next name, dare to ask..."

"Yao Yun faction, Day Yin Immortal." The person who answered the words was Fu Xingyou, who was stiff, and the lines between the lines seemed to be wrung out of ice scum.

Li Suian's smile froze immediately, Immortal Dayin... the rumored Jiang Zhouyin?

"Master, someone is here." Fu Xingyou said.

A man in a purple robe came striding forward. He was in his early thirties. He had good facial features and a very tolerant temperament. Chen Jun, the patriarch of the Chen family, was followed by dozens of big men, all of whom looked at Jiang Zhouyin vigilantly.

It seems that because of the haunting in the city, they encountered many charlatans, Jiang Zhouyin thought to himself.

Compared with the cold eyebrows of the guards, Chen Jun was extraordinarily polite, "Everyone has come from afar, first of all, I would like to thank the master on behalf of the people of Baofeng City."

Jiang Zhouyin got straight to the point: "Dare to ask Master Chen, what happened in Baofeng City."

Chen Jun spoke directly to the point, and Jiang Zhouyin quickly understood the ins and outs. The haunting in Baofeng City began two years ago. First, children in the town disappeared one after another. A large-scale search was carried out in Baofeng City, but one night, after they went up the mountain, they never came back, and one after another, someone saw a female ghost in red clothes. Baofeng City seemed to be cursed. Ghosts and wolves began to howl in the city. Yang Qi, if lacking in popularity, would be easily dissipated by the night. The people in Baofeng City would lock their doors tightly at sunset, and after a long time, they would become Jiang Zhouyin. The way I saw it when I came.

Everyone also invited Taoist priests who catch monsters and ghosts, but they either went crazy or died within one night, and now the mansion is empty. Since then, this place has been forgotten by the outside world. Until later, Chen Jun, the richest man, saw that refugees were infested and everyone was in danger, so he stood up and encouraged everyone to farm and do business normally during the day, so as to maintain the normal operation of the city. Under the comfort and leadership, Baofeng City formed the slightly weird style it is today.

But the matter of catching ghosts has never dared to delay. It can be seen that Chen Jun is also a little bit urgent and goes to the doctor randomly, as long as he is a Taoist priest, he will not refuse.

Listening to Chen Jun's narration, Jiang Zhouyin suddenly noticed a certain courtyard with a layer of yin gathering above it, so he raised his hand and pointed: "Where is that?"

Chen Jun showed surprise, as if he didn't expect Jiang Zhouyin to notice it all at once, and explained: "The morgue."

"Huh?" Even Mu Xifeng couldn't help looking up, building the morgue in his own yard?This is the death of many of our own people.

Chen Jun sighed: "Everyone will find out after following me."

The morgue is in the corner of Chen's house. As soon as you enter the door, you will feel a sense of gloom. From the door to the trees in the courtyard, and even the door and windows, all are covered with talisman papers. Magical artifacts, and the ones parked in it are not the Chen family members, but ordinary people who have died one after another recently. There are 43 people in front and back, all crowded inside.

"No way, several celestial masters have come to say that our Chen residence is the eye of the storm in this windy city, with the heaviest yang energy, otherwise the corpse will not be able to be placed anywhere, and the corpse will bite people."

Fu Xingyou said lightly, "Isn't it okay to burn it?"

Chen Jun shook his head: "It can't be burned, it can only be suppressed."

Jiang Zhouyin raised his eyebrows, can't it be burned?He pushed the door straight in.

The little ghosts in the mortal world are not painful to them, but last night Xiao Zheng couldn't dispel the miasma, so the difficulty of the matter instantly increased.

"Master Chen, can you wait outside for a while?" Jiang Zhouyin asked.

Chen Jun was very considerate, or he had already been honest, and he brought his servants out after hearing the words.

"What does Master want to do?" Fu Xingyou asked.

"Call the spirit."

Fu Xingyou and Mu Xifeng's eyelids twitched at the same time. Each of the six realms has its own rules and regulations. To put it simply, death is like a lamp going out. The magic of summoning spirits is generally only available in the underworld and the ghost realm. Human cultivation is not impossible. Learning, but it is difficult to learn after the aura enters the body, and there are barriers that cannot be broken through, unless you give up your identity as a human being and enter the ghost way.

However, Jiang Zhouyin moved his hands smoothly, and his slender fingers formed a rather complicated mark on his chest, followed by a flash of golden light, and the 43 corpses all floated in midair, all with pale complexions, and some even had long hair. green hair.

Jiang Zhouyin asked, "Who killed you?"

His voice was cold, but with an undeniable aura, the corpses gradually seemed to be alive, with a look of pain and despair on their faces, among them, the female corpse closest to Jiang Zhouyin suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils turned white, like a curse Said: "Ghost Dancer!" After she finished speaking, she paused, showing a bit of a tangled expression as if she was alive, as if she was not satisfied with the answer, but immediately after, the female corpse's tone was certain, and she repeated loudly this time: "Ghost Dancer!" !"

The remaining 42 corpses seemed to be cheering and shouting: "Ghost Dancer! Ghost Dancer!"

There was a layer of cold hair on Mu Xifeng's neck, this scene was really frightening, he couldn't help but take half a step back.

"Xingyou." Jiang Zhouyin ordered after a pause: "Burn it with real fire, and send them to bliss."

Fu Xingyou nodded, the real fire is different from the ordinary open fire, the blue flame wrapped the body, and soon saw the ashes falling down, the ferocious female corpse was restored for a moment in the firelight, she was a delicate and gentle girl before she was alive, The yellow butterfly hairpin on her head swayed slightly, and she smiled gratefully at Jiang Zhouyin, as if she wanted to say something, but the real fire had already burned her body.

"The corpse is imprisoned." Fu Xingyou said: "So ordinary Taoist priests and people from Baofeng City can't do anything about them."

"Do you think it came from a person or a device?"

Fu Xingyou felt it carefully, and said, "A device."

Jiang Zhouyin's eyes were clear, which was similar to what he expected. There is a distraction-level magic weapon hidden in Baofeng City, so that it can resist Xiao Zheng's dispel technique, but he doesn't know where it is hidden, it was accidentally dropped So far, it has been sent by caring people.

When the door opened, Chen Jun hurried forward. He was smiling at first, but his smile froze when he saw the white ashes in the room. Everyone was surprised, but Jiang Zhouyin looked sideways and caught the flash of anger in Chen Jun's eyes.

why is he angry

Jiang Zhouyin asked, "Is Mr. Chen unhappy?"

"Happy!" Chen Jun followed up with a smile, as if the corner of his mouth was forced up, he cupped his hands at Jiang Zhouyin and the others: "Finally met a real celestial master! Please celestial master save me in Baofengcheng!" , I, Chen Jun, am willing to dissipate my wealth!"

Jiang Zhouyin stood with his hands behind his back, with a natural rhyme: "Naturally."

But in the next second, Jiang Zhouyin was discouraged, and looked at Fu Xingyou pitifully: "I'm a little dizzy."

Chen Jun immediately arranged the guest room. Fu Xingyou held Jiang Zhouyin's pulse with one hand, and felt that he was indeed showing signs of spiritual exhaustion. After all, he had just performed the "Spirit Summoning Art", and the other hand embraced Jiang Zhouyin's shoulder very naturally, Take him to the guest room.

Mu Xifeng followed behind, and for some reason, the urge to draw his sword had been around since he woke up from the ruined temple yesterday and saw his junior and master in intimate poses.