"Is this... a coffin?"

The Heihe Taoist man held the whisk artifact tightly, his voice trembling: "Why... why... why is it so... weird?"

Dongdong!

Dongdong!

A dull knocking sound brought everyone's thoughts back to reality.

Monk Yuankong looked stunned, as if he had seen the Buddha and kept kowtowing.

His bald head slammed heavily on the stone bricks, making a dull sound, as if he was hitting a bell.

In just a moment, my forehead was covered in blood and white bones could be seen.

"Gee, gee!"

Zhong Shenxiu heard the trembling sound of teeth.

He glanced at him with a squinted look. Lu Jianping was so scared that his face was pale, but suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted: "The world has righteousness!"

A scholar has literary spirit. If you can truly read a classic and obtain three flavors, you can cultivate a noble spirit.

If you take advantage of ordinary evil spirits and ghosts, you will be able to do everything with just one shout.

But at this time, Monk Yuankong's movements did not even pause at all, and the scalp of the Heihe Dao made people numb.

Zhong Shenxiu can awaken the two of them, which is the real Taoist thunder sound.

Although this scholar also has a little bit of a mighty spirit, how can a drop of water destroy a big fire and how can a flame burn the sea?

Bang!

After another heavy impact, Monk Yuankong kept his bowing posture and stood still.

"Dead..."

The Heihe Taoist suddenly became firm and waved his whisk.

Thousands of thin silk suddenly swelled like spider webs, trapping the surroundings.

A thin line of silver appeared, trapping the coffin.

"I can't do this broken dragon whisk, made of the tanned python skin and spider demon's silk spider demon, and it's a thing that can defeat ghosts!"

The Heihe Taoist said a few words and suddenly stopped talking.

He saw his whisk break inch by inch, and finally only a bare hand was left, and his face suddenly became extremely twisted: "The coffin of killing thousands of swords is all the possessions of the old Taoist!"

Dongdong!

At this moment, the strange knock sounded again.

Zhong Shenxiu pulled Lu Jianping, shook the white banner, and a black smoke suddenly emerged, isolating the outside world's sound.

"This fellow Taoist... I never thought that this wealthy person was so rich. This magic weapon, at least the three levels of prohibition, was an amazing quality."

After the Heihe Taoist people broke the power, they immediately came over to seek shelter.

Zhong Shenxiu wrapped around him in black smoke, and his face looked extremely "sovereign".

Boom!

The next moment, a certain impact fell on the black smoke, deforming the black smoke and dispersing part of it.

It was as if there was a ferocious beast outside, trying to attack this layer of crumbling protection.

"It's going to be broken, it's going to be broken."

Lu Jianping looked at the thinning black fog, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

"Not afraid or not."

Zhong Shenxiu laughed loudly, shook the white banner that was broken with iron mouth on his hand, and a black smoke suddenly emerged, filling it up: "Let's go."

When they came, there were only three when they went, and they escaped from the courtyard in a panic.

Bang!

After the door was closed, the Heihe Taoist picked up the broken yellow paper talisman on the ground at the speed of a vicious dog rushing to eat, slapped it on the door, muttering it: "A disciple is unfilial, Master, do you have any blame, don't blame me if you have any blame!"

Bang!

The fierce impact force came.

The next moment, the talisman was burning without fire, and the door opened with a bang, hitting the forehead of the Heihe Taoist, causing him to fly backwards and his head to burst into blood.

"Oh... I hurt you so much."

The Heihe Taoist rolled and crawled behind Zhong Shenxiu: "Fellow me with fellow Taoist."

"This coffin is resentful but not dissipated, it is extraordinary... It is not like a natural coincidence, but rather like a special arrangement."

Zhong Shenxiu shook the cloth banner and said solemnly: "What kind of flower-picking thief is in the dream? There is a big problem with it."

"The best way to resolve the resentment is to find the real murderer!"

Lu Jianping's eyes lit up: "Did Master Xianyun say that the real murderer is still in this village? It's also... Only those close to Miss Meirui can have a secret beaded."

He quickly turned his mind to calm down and recalled the scenes before, and all kinds of faces appeared one after another.

"Who is the real murderer?!"

"If it is not found out quickly, this coffin will probably destroy the entire village or even the entire village..."

"He Weng is old and weak, it is unlikely... Is that Zhang Tiezhong? As a guardian, he has martial arts skills and is full of energy..."

"In addition, as long as you are an adult male, you can get in touch with a lady, you are suspected..."

Lu Jianping secretly hated that he did not have the talent for detectives, and in a short period of time, he could not think of who was the real murderer.

"Why do you have to find the real murderer?"

Zhong Shenxiu watched coldly until now, and suddenly sneered: "I see that everyone in this house is wronged!"

"What did you say?"

Lu Jianping looked at Zhong Shenxiu in shock and saw Taoist Master "Xianyunzi" shake the cloth banner, and a stream of black smoke rose into the sky and spread around.

The black ropes protruded, like poisonous snakes, accurately hit the servants, maids, and even the masters and wives.

Immediately, ghosts were directly captured and sank into the banner, transforming into countless human faces.

Some shouts in pain, begging, or cursing, and they all come together.

"This...this..."

Lu Jianping and Heihe Taoist were both frightened.

At every turn, you can capture all the people in the house. What kind of cultivation is this?

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care about them and directly penetrated a magic trick. On the surface of the banner, a layer of black flame appeared, burning these souls.

"No……"

"It's a god..."

"Give me your life..."

"Everything was done by the master, it has nothing to do with us..."

Zhong Shenxiu looked calm and looked at Zhang Tiezhong's face from begging for mercy to hideousness, then disappeared...

He saw He Weng, who looked like an old man. The old man obviously had cultivation, but his magic power was like a firefly, and he was pinched to death with a little force.

In an instant, the house was extinct.

Zhong Shenxiu took off the black smoke expressionlessly. He saw the coffin just by accident, but it was still surrounded by it and refused to leave.

"The resentment will not dissipate, and you will kill the wrong person."

Lu Jianping sighed regretfully.

"Don't be afraid if you kill the wrong one, just continue to kill."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled and glanced around and said to herself: "This family has something to do with Taoist Priest Heihe. If you count it like this, Taoist Priest, you can't escape responsibility."

As soon as he said that, Master Heihe wanted to run away.

But Zhong Shenxiu directly reached out and grabbed the five black gases, turning into giant hands, directly grabbed the Heihe Daoshi and pulled out his soul.

With a slight refinement, the soul will be gone.

Lu Jianping looked at this scene and was so scared that he collapsed on the ground.

At this moment, he saw that the coffin suddenly stopped moving and became no longer ferocious.

Suddenly, a Buddha's name seemed to ring in his ear:

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore!"

The surrounding scenes suddenly became hazy, the buildings dissipated, and turned into a jungle.

A corner of yellow tiles appeared in the dark forest.
Chapter completed!