Bixian stood in front of the bed in a daze, looking at the remains of the dry bamboo on the bed, lines of blood-colored words continued to appear on her white robe.

These handwritings are constantly changing, and often the old ones have surfaced before they are written. Just like various pictures that have been cited too much, one layer of watermark after another, and finally it becomes a blood stain that no one can see clearly or no one can understand.

In the blink of an eye, the white robe on the Bixian's body had turned into a dark red blood robe. Countless blood marks kept squirming on it, as if the whole blood robe was constantly flowing with blood, which was particularly strange.

It was stunned in place, and the brush it held in its hand never fell down as if it was trapped in a logical downtime. Even the six spirit phantoms that were constantly spreading in the room did not care.

Liang Baiqing and Lin Baiying immediately discovered the abnormality of Bixian. They looked at each other and stepped out the next step and shouted at the same time.

"Capt, ban, and confine. The six spirits set up a formation."

Accompanied by the two of them, the six spirit phantoms appeared instantly expanded, and the scales and feathers flew up, becoming more and more clearly visible.

The bean-sized flame cores on the six eternal lamps shone brightly. The bright yellow candlelight instantly swallowed the ever-expanding phantom of the six spirits, and then continued to shrink, turning into six light yellow rays, spreading along the thin ropes arranged under the eternal lamps wrapped in red satin.

In an instant, these six thin ropes seemed to have life, flying in the air like dragons and snakes.

"Binding!"

Liang Baiqing and Lin Baiying both chanted curses and swelled up the magic power in their bodies, controlling the six thin ropes to fly towards the Bixian.

Six thin ropes with bright yellow luster flashed instantly flew onto the Bixian's body. The light flashed, and the six thin ropes shuttled around the Bixian at a speed that was unseen by the naked eye, crisscrossing.

The bright yellow luster emitted on the thin rope and the blood-colored robe on the Bixian's body came into contact with the blood-colored robe. The blood-colored robe continued to expand and swell, and bright red blood continued to flow down the robe and spread to the bound thin rope. He resisted with great force.

For a moment, the two seemed to be in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Liang Boqing did not hesitate at the moment. He moved the corner of his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a blood arrow at the thin rope.

"I would like to ask the true spirit to kill the evil."

With the arrival of the blood arrow, a phantom of the six spirits suddenly appeared on the thin rope, straight

He made six strange roars at Bixian, which were like turtles but not turtles, like tigers but not tigers, like snakes but not snakes.

The blood robe on the body of Bixian suddenly seemed to be frightened, and the blood color that was spreading on it quickly faded away.

Seeing that the opportunity was inevitable, Lin Boying immediately swelled up all his magic power and directed the ropes to shrink inward, as if the red iron bars were placed on his skin. With the burning smell, the traces of the ropes quickly appeared on the body of the Bixian.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely bound and entangled into an alternative mummy, and it was not allowed to move.

Seeing this, Liang Boqing immediately showed joy.

He quickly walked to the altar and took off the yellow gourd worshipped between the incense and candle.

Spread your palms evenly, facing the penis with the mouth of the gourd, and chanting a spell, you must put the penis away, which is not in vain.

"This ghost thing is a rare scarce product. When it comes to the ghost market, I am afraid it can be sold at a good price. Maybe it can be exchanged for one or two magic artifacts and real texts." Liang Baiqing thought to himself.

But no one expected that it was just when Liang Baiqing collected the photos.

The pen fairy, who had been bound into a mummy, suddenly had a 180-degree turn on her head. Her unpopular face swept over He Fengjiao who was hiding behind the two, and then swept over the two people who were blocking her, as if she was deciding something.

A chill rose from the three of them, and the instinct of life reminded them.

Dangerous, very dangerous.

Liang Baiqing made a quick decision and immediately put down the gourd and stopped forcibly collecting it. He took the peach wood sword placed on the altar with his right hand, and squeezed the talisman with his left hand to wipe the spine of the peach wood sword at his hand.

Then he threw it directly to Lin Boying in front of him.

"Junior brother, take the sword."

Lin Boying took the sword with one hand, and without saying a word, he went straight up. The peach wood sword in his hand aimed at the leaking face of Bixian and stabbed him head-on.

The peach wood sword pierced into the blurry face of Bixian without any obstruction, but Lin Boying only felt like he was stabbing into a ball of air. When he wanted to stab another shot, Liang Boqing's anxious shouts had already come.

"Junior brother, retreat quickly."

He stepped back when he heard the sound, and realized that at some point, the six spirit ropes tied to the body of the Bixian were countless densely twisted and winding blood-colored characters covered the entire thin rope, gnawing on the spiritual light like mosquitoes and ants.

In just a moment, the Liuhe spiritual light on the thin rope was gnawed away.

The two of them suddenly changed their faces. This Liuhe Spirit Binding Technique is their signature spell of Quanshengdao. It is invincible to deal with ghosts and evil spirits. At this moment, it was so simple that it was broken, how could it not make them scared?

Bixian ignored their fear and floated directly in front of He Fengling. The brush in his hand was raised high and was about to fall to her face.

Seeing that the girl was about to die under the pen of the pen of the pen of the pen, Liang Baiqing, who was on the altar, immediately had both hands.

The index and middle fingers were intertwined together, and accurately picked up a pinch of glutinous rice from the bowl dedicated to the altar, then clamped the glutinous rice three times on the candle flames next to it, and threw it out towards the Bixian.

"The fire is shining in the sun, the star of Gaoyang. Summon the fire crow quickly to cleanse the evil spirit. The fire is urgent and as the law commands."

The glutinous rice that was thrown out changed in the spell and turned into a fist-sized fire crow. The fire crow's eyes turned lively, patted the black and red wings, and then aimed at the Pen Fairy in front of him and swept over with a slight fire.

"Baoba!!!"

Dozens of fire crows were exploding around Bixian, like firecrackers, filling the breath of the Great Sun Fire Spirit swept away the cold air around Bixian.

Lin Boying took the opportunity to pull up the girl who had been frightened and collapsed on the ground, and quickly retreated to the altar.

His senior brother Liang Baiqing also made a reply, and a talisman paper was pasted on her forehead, and then he stuffed a red paper bag full of saltpeter.

"Take it, hide under the altar, and throw it out if there is any danger later."

After saying that, he pressed the girl's head and stuffed it under the altar pieced together by the table, and looked carefully at the Pen Xian in front of him.

"This time, it seems that I'm really having fun." Liang Baiqing thought with a dry heart.

In front of him, the Pen Xian, who had just been caught off guard by the fire crow, turned his head and looked over. The yang fire aura that had just filled it with had long disappeared, and a rich and terrifying yin aura filled the entire room.

It looked at him with a black look, and the tattered white robe was constantly recovering, and blood words continued to appear on it.

Lin Boqing only felt a sudden sensation of death covering his head, and his right eyelid was jumping wildly, revealing all kinds of unknown meanings.

"It's going to be."

He subconsciously touched his face and looked at the words full of unknown aura spreading from his arms in shock.

A sharp look flashed in Liang Baiqing's eyes. He made a quick decision and quietly cut off the red rope wrapped around his wrist.

Bixian immediately turned his head and glanced at the bottom of the altar. His black eyes seemed to be able to see through the yellow cloth covered on the altar.

He Fengling, who was hiding under the table with her head in her arms, subconsciously shivered, with hair all over her body, and felt a great fear surge in her heart, as if death would come at any time.

She began to tremble involuntarily, her teeth collided up and down, her eyes were spinning without any spirit, and her hands subconsciously grabbed the red rope tied to her wrist.

After grabbing her, she realized that at some point, the red rope that the three of them connected had been cut off, and the broken red rope was neatly tidy, obviously not broken naturally.

On the altar on the table, Liang Baiqing looked apologetically at the ground of the altar, grabbed the Quansheng Duzhiping Gong Seal hanging on the altar, and then strode to Lin Boying.

"Junior brother, this immortal Taoist practice is profound and unstoppable. Now there is only one method that can save you and me. Turn your head around."

Lin Boying did not doubt that he was. Subconsciously turned his head and saw his senior brother stuffing a roll of yellow talisman rolled into his mouth, pinched his jaw, and stuffed it in, and then a silver needle was inserted into his Baihui acupoint.

"A, B, B, D, arouse the Yin Spirit, and be a puppet for the time being, and let me do it."

Lin Boying stayed there, his whole body froze, and looked at his senior brother in shock.

Liang Baiqing didn't care about explaining at this moment. The Pen Immortal in front of him was no longer something he could stop. Even though he had a trump card, he could never stop the terrifying figure in front of him.

It is not something that both his brothers and sisters can resist.

With a quick decision, Liang Baiqing decided to take his junior brother to run away first. He couldn't fight until the end and was seriously injured. He saw that he could not win at all and wanted to escape. Then everything was too late.

So he just quietly broke the red rope connected to the wrists of the three of them, and the three of them were connected to each other. The target of Bixian will only be that girl for the time being, so they can get some time.

That's enough.

Liang Boqing looked at the strange and terrifying room in front of him, knowing that life and death were here.

He put the seal of Quansheng Duping Gong in his palm to his eyebrows, and kept praying to the ancestors of Quansheng Dao in his heart.

"The unfilial disciple Liang Baiqing begs the ancestor to show his power and help his disciples with help."

After saying that, he reversed the jade seal and stamped it hard on his forehead.

The eight vermilion red words "Yuanshi Yi Qi, Quansheng Dao Zhen" were immediately printed on the forehead.

Liang Baiqing's expression suddenly changed drastically, and his whole body seemed to have been raised a little invisibly. As his eyes opened and closed, a divine light burst out.

He immediately raised Lin Boying with his left hand, and the five colors flowed on his five fingers with his right hand. Then he clasped his palms suddenly, and the five colors gathered at the palm of his fingertips, turning into a ball of lightning, and then punched the girl's door.

Boom!

The low and thunderous sound instantly spread throughout the old Danlin district city, and countless people woke up from their beautiful dreams.

Is it thundered?

On this side, after Liang Baiqing swung his punch, he felt like he was struck by lightning. Blood surged from the corners of his mouth, nose and eyes. His right hand was charred from his fingertips to his arm bones, hanging weakly beside him. But he didn't care at all, but looked at the broken door with joy on his face.

"Bless the ancestor! As long as the ghost creature of Bixian comes out, there will be a way out." Liang Baiqing said in secretly.

At that moment, he immediately pinched the puppet spell with his complete left hand and took Lin Boying to walk out.

"Catch you."

Just as they were about to step out of the door, a low and cold voice suddenly resounded inside and outside the room.

"What's going on?"

Liang Baiqing looked out in despair. The gray and white area outside the door could not see anything clearly, nor could they see their way of life.
Chapter completed!