The roiling black energy struggled violently.

Like a shadow trapped in a net bag, it attacks and roars in all directions.

The foundation of the Great Five Elements Rotation Feng Shui Bureau has already been formed, and the objects in the five directions shine.

Juefa couldn't help but open his spiritual eyes.

The light curtains interweave and wrap into a huge irregular ball.

Leading countless black lines into soaring mist.

One after another, they penetrated into the three mutually reversing magic circles on Xun Cheng's back.

The magic circle crushes and consumes the breath, and finally absorbs it, strengthening the evil ghost's body.

Awakening the method, make your hands into the Buddha's salute palms, and hold the flowers to perform the formula.

"Amitabha."

The black air turned into mist and roared past him.

Ordinary people may not hear it, but will only feel the temperature of the whole body dropping and the biting cold.

However, Juefa is a foundation-building monk after all, so how could he not see the undercurrents surging under such a clear atmosphere from the sky.

Although he understood that these were not evil spirits, but evil spirits condensed and formed under the large formation, he still became wary.

Performing magic is not always smooth sailing, not to mention it is a witchcraft.

Once out of control, something big will happen. Not only will the formation be destroyed, but the evil energy coming from the attack will immediately turn the village into a ghost.

Therefore, the awareness of Dharma appears dull, but in fact the mind has been lifted up.

Always be on guard for fear of making mistakes in your technique.

Fortunately, nothing uncontrollable has happened so far.

The seals of the technique quickly condensed on Tu Shanjun's hands, and the interlocking inscriptions were drawn into an illusory robe, draped on Xun Cheng's body.

"Hurry as the law dictates!"

Like a wake-up call, Xun Cheng Tongren shook, and black and white became clear again.

The black mist and evil energy around him quickly shrank and bound him.

Xun Cheng touched his face, and the layers of gray skin fell off, and his slightly stooped back straightened.

Under the bright moon, distortion is born.

Xun Cheng turned his head and looked at his own shadow with dark eyes.

The shadow is like an out-of-frame image, the hair is flying, and countless arms are vaguely seen vying to be tied up.

Xun Cheng was so frightened by this change that he quickly looked at his body and groped with his hands, fearing that he would turn into some kind of evil ghost.

But he discovered that he didn't give birth to those weird things.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Tu Shanjun's eyes. Combining the right time, place, and people, and combining the three techniques to nourish the evil, the strength of this evil creature will rapidly increase in the future.

"Thank you, Taoist Master." Xun Cheng quickly bowed his hands and thanked him, the awe in his eyes was beyond words.

Today, he is at least twenty years younger than he once was, and his strength has also been greatly improved.

As long as there is no problem with your state of mind, you are safe.

Because of this, he was even more surprised by the red-haired Taoist's methods and found them even more unfathomable.

"Not bad." Tu Shanjun murmured.

Although there are some suspicions that Wang Po is selling his melons and boasting, the work he conceived is more perfect than the previous Li San, and it is definitely worthy of praise.

Juefa put down the technique in his hand and continued: "It's more than good. This method of senior is really unimaginable. I am ashamed of myself."

The red-haired Taoist was not complacent, but said calmly: "There are specialties in martial arts, and I am not good at fighting with others."

After hearing Tushanjun's words, the monk chanted the Buddha's name softly.

"Amitabha."

…

It was late at night.

The moon is hidden and the stars are dark, and the pale light gradually rises in the sky, pulling on the thick night curtain.

In the silent ancestral hall, only the open door had a square silver light.

In front of me are the spiritual tablets stacked like hills.

The square pillars stretch into darkness.

"Bata, bah."

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door and stopped abruptly until it was in front of the door.

A figure stood where the silver light was scattered.

The man held the candlestick, walked into the ancestral hall, ignited the oil lamp fixed on the pillar, and the copper lamp lit up the candle. The light dispelled the frightening darkness, and then he called out in a low voice: "Is the ancestor here?

"

The cold dropped suddenly.

The man holding the candlestick couldn't help but tremble.

This is not usually the case.

He couldn't help but feel panic, his heartbeat seemed particularly loud in such silence.

The hanging rope hangs down.

The wind did not move, and the figure on the rope swayed slightly, then floated to the ground.

"The Taoist priest and the master have solved the problem, and there will be no more large-scale evil spirits in the future." Turning around, Xun Cheng looked at Xun Ye, who was holding a candlestick.

"You?" Xunye looked at the man in a long gown in front of him in surprise.

He had a young face and a strong body, but the biting coldness on his body made him afraid to get close.

And there seemed to be something twisted and writhing in the darkness behind him.

Xun Ye turned his head slightly and looked over, and found that there were intertwined ferocious shadow arms that extended to the tablet in front of him.

Taken together, it looks like some kind of horror that chooses and devours people.

Seeing Xun Ye's fear and surprise, the Hanged Man explained: "Something happened, but the result is good."

"I'm informing you that I'm here because Xiaosheng will be in seclusion for a period of time. If there's nothing serious, don't come looking for me." After the hanged man made his explanation, he disappeared.

In fact, he couldn't live too far away, he just moved from the ancestral hall to the underground.

Xunye forgot how he walked out of the ancestral hall. He only felt that his ancestors had changed a lot, and it all started with the arrival of the monk. Then he said with some assurance: "The rumors are indeed true."

…

The morning sun is rising and the rays are shining brightly.

The tail of the melting snow just caught up with such bright sunlight.

Where it enters the eyes, it becomes silvery white frost color.

The northbound mountains stretch into groups, guarding the main peak that towers into the clouds.

A forest of strong pine trees, covered with snowflakes, covered the mountain forest.

The Taoist and the monk stood on the hill and looked at the mountains in the distance.

The monk's face was solemn.

There is clearly silence in the distance, but in fact there is a lot of evil spirit hidden in the mountains.

"Amitabha, senior, this place is more dangerous than the ghost market we passed last time."

A smile appeared on the red-haired Taoist's face, and he said calmly: "Dangerous things are right."

If there are no monsters in the mountains, it means they are looking in the wrong place.

The thick demonic aura and billowing gray fog could be seen from ten miles away, and the strong pines, frost and snow blocked the spread of light. This showed that they were in the right place.

"Donor Xun said that this monster controls a large state capital and has thousands of monster soldiers under his command."

"Just a gangster." Tu Shanjun didn't look surprised at all.

When he killed the green-skinned rhinoceros monster, he got news that the ghost king of Dahei Mountain would release a demon-changing pill. Taking the pill can turn people into monsters.

In addition, there are intelligent spirits all over the state capital. Not to mention thousands of monster soldiers, he would not be surprised if there are tens of thousands of little monsters.

This reflects the power of human cultivation. A large spirit boat is a magic weapon that can change the situation of the battle. It can gather the strength of the Qi practitioners to fight against more powerful monks.

Without the assistance of large-scale training equipment and formations, there is not much difference between tens of thousands of little demons and a few little demons.

There are many monsters, but Tushanjun is happy.

The space inside the Zunhun Banner is quite empty, so I just want to grab a few more minions to recharge.
To be continued...