"Help! Help! People are dead in the yard!"

Cui Qi fled into the east wing in a panic. He shouted loudly in the yard where Bifang was located, and immediately alarmed the two birds who reported the death toll. He stared at the blood-red eyes and saw carefully that there was no abnormality before he let it go.

"What are you shouting? In the middle of the night, you are crying like a ghost and howling, are you sobbing?"

You Bifang had known what was going on for a long time, but he said this, deliberately blocking Cui Qi's mouth with words.

At this moment, a single knife suddenly pierced in the crack of the gate of the courtyard. The sharp blade lifted the cross-tied bolt behind the door. With a "creak", the two door panels opened inside, and thick fog was filled outside, surging from time to time, just like a calm seabed, with extremely vicious sea monsters lurking, waiting for an opportunity to move and select people to eat.

Cui Qi looked in surprise as he pressed the single knife against the door panel and did not fall down. As for Ma who was holding the knife, he disappeared.

You Bifang felt the yin energy was deep, and a glass of sorghum wine in his hand pounced on his face, and the "drunk eyes" that made the yin and yang cleared.

"Not good!" As soon as you opened your eyes, You Bifang saw the evil spirits in his arms. He took out the scholar's blue shirt, shook it suddenly, and covered Cui Qi's body.

It is said that when you look at people in your drunken eyes, the more you look, the more you become! The spirit naturally refers to the spirit, spirit, or spirit, ghosts and gods.

Just now, You Bifang was empty and drank a few jars of fine wine. The true species of Dantian acupoint talismans vibrated again, and then he unblocked his drunken eyes and his magical power.

Ma, who could not find anything, used a single knife to open the door bolt, took the opportunity to use a trick to hide the traces.

In a blink of an eye, Ma, possessed by a ghost in the underworld, appeared quietly behind Cui Qi. His pair of white and bloodless, skinny and skinny hands were about to pinch Cui Qi's neck, just like a bird grabbing.

"Random!" You Bifang scolded, and the scholar's blue shirt fell down step by step, and he tightly covered Ma with people and ghosts.

You Bifang clenched his fist with his right hand and suddenly hit his nose. It was sour and swelling, and the smell of alcohol swelling, and he spit out a blood arrow.

I saw that the ghost covered by the scholar's blue shirt was temporarily restrained by the remaining literary energy, as if he had been hit by the "Ghost Skill".

The blood arrow was fierce and just hit the scholar's blue shirt. The force penetrated through his body, as if a yang had just begun to rise, almost catalyzing the ghost who possessed Ma on the spot.

At this moment, You Bifang rushed over with a quick step, forming a Tai Chi seal with both hands, also known as the Ziwu seal, which borrowed the yin energy that is everywhere between heaven and earth. The yin energy produced yang at the end, and formed a small Yin and Yang flowing vital energy cannon.

I heard a shout of "open" and the ghosts possessed by ordinary people were like lightning strikes, and the sticky ghost bodies like asphalt fell like red carbon blocks, falling apart.

"How can this old ghost die easily?"

You Bifang's hands were dipped in the blood wine on the scholar's blue shirt, and his left hand was drawn round and his right hand was square. He used both minds and both ways. He actually used his clothes as talisman paper and his qi and blood as ink to draw a hand-painted "Erlang Zhenjun's Break Hell Picture" between breathing.

You Bifang's courage was really fat from the True Lord of the Xuanmen Orthodox Church. He didn't dare to enlighten the True Lord's eyes, for fear that Erlang Shen would look over with his eyes. He just removed the ghosts possessed by the human body. He was originally the True Lord's duty, so it should be okay.

In secret, Youbifang prayed devoutly, prayed to the West from afar, gritted his teeth, and made a sincere promise to personally make three hundred small merits after this disaster, so that he did not backfire on the spot.

However, in this way, the countless noble and left-minded masters who were secretly peeking at each other were a little confused.

After all, You Bifang showed that his Taoist dynasty was in the Xuanmen Orthodox Church.

Erlang Zhenjun is not only the true god of Shuiyuan in Guanjiangkou, but also the true king of the Xuanmen Orthodox Church. His position is incredible and his magical powers are unfathomable. Even within Xuanmen, he is a powerful faction who listens to the tune and does not listen to the Xuanmen, but he still hates evil.

The seven friends in Meishan all ran across the Yin and Yang realms, and obtained the righteous god of Fu Zhao, the leader of Xuanmen Capital, and the leader among the mountains, rivers, waters and lakes. They have a deep root.

Let’s talk about the three thousand grass-headed gods, who are not evil spirits and evil spirits. They were elite soldiers who were a thousand enemies of thousands during their lifetime? After being enlightened by Erlang Zhenjun, even if they were inconspicuous grass-headed gods, they were also heavenly soldiers who were separated from ghost books and were named Jincai of Doumu.

Youbi Fang Xiao showed his hand, pledged the pledge of 300 small merits first, borrowed the magic power of the True Lord to set up a ban, and immediately scared away ninety percent of the masters who knew that they were powerful.

Only Fang Jian, who was the saint of swordsmanship in his previous life, was reincarnated as a ghost sword cultivator, refused to leave.

After reincarnation, he was "deluded in the fetus" and lost his cultivation of the sword saint in his previous life, and his Taoism was a hundred times more difficult.

Due to his natural sword qualification, Fang Jian was taken away by the Ghost Master since he was a child. He has been raised in Guigu since he was a child. He has not made an inch of progress since ten years, and even the Grand Master has given up.

Because of this, he urgently needed the Tianfu Taoist throne to make up for his shortcomings. Even if there were swords and seas of fire in front of him, Fang Jian was determined to break through.

In addition, there are casual cultivators in the world, with two or three big cats and kittens. The most difficult ones are ghost evil cultivators and painted Taoist partners.

Unfortunately, the tongue-pulling ghost died at the hands of others, and the possessed ghost was banned by the True Lord's law, so the ban was unable to move.

Even if the evil cultivator of the ghost realm is so arrogant and domineering, and the evil magic that he has pieced together is so strange and inexplicable, if compared with the true master of Xuanmen, it is also a pearl of rice grains, competing for brightness with Haoyue!

After all, he is a monk from the grassroots. He has instinctive disgust and hatred for the rich family who are protected by the founding ancestors, not afraid of the disturbances of ghosts and gods in the world, and embark on the road one by one, and move forward steadily.

He didn't believe in this evil, and was determined to fight to the end! The Taoist couple in the painting of the skin remained silent and put his hand on the evil cultivator's shoulder, which was obviously mostly supported.

"How can the juniors of Xuanmen be qualified to wear the blue shirt of Xiucai Gong? I don't know that the one who is most afraid of the dragon energy of the imperial court is the Xuanmen Orthodox Church. Use priesthood to appease the true king of Xuanmen, and divide the two sects of the court and the opposition through the national sacrifice. This is the old trick of the ancient Shang Dynasty! The huge Jie Sect is scattered and flows into the clouds. What can the Xuanmen Orthodox Church now? This is an open plot!"

When facing the enemy with the person who possesses the real talisman of the Heavenly Mansion, the evil cultivator of the ghost realm spoke for some reason and revealed all the ancient secrets and secrets that were not passed on.

You Bifang looked into the distance through the gate of the yard, and saw that the catastrophe aura was growing not far away. The monk who was good at ghost forbidden art seemed to have been plotted against, revealing the secrets of the world and not far from death.

However, even if you are involved in the catastrophe, you may suddenly see blood, and there will be disasters!

"If you compete nearby, you will probably be entangled by the disaster! Even if you win a great victory, there will be many obstacles in the future. It is better to fight from afar!"

The plan was decided, and You Bifang shouted: "Wine comes!"

A jar of jade ice burned in the corner of the wall, and the mud seal broke through the air without breaking it. A stream of wine slurry broke out. Unfortunately, the magic power was shallow and it fell directly behind You Bifang.

He didn't blush either. Perhaps he had drunk too much, and his face was already drunk and flushed, but he turned around in place, using the iron-clad Jianghu posture, holding the back of his head with his left hand and leaning on the ground with his elbow, forming the sleeping position of the ancestor Chen Tuan, the real man of Dameng.

The wine entered his throat, clear and refreshing, sweet and fragrant. You Bi Fang felt that he had a full pussy, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and laughed: "I have it!"

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns... In ancient times, all the sages have died, but only those who drink are left with their names..."

The poems of the ages have been passed down from generation to generation, and the literary qi is clustered. As soon as it is released, it becomes a canopy. After breathing, it turns into a lush blue cloud, which seems to have no spiritual energy in the world. The monks in half of the city cannot move!
Chapter completed!