Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The three followed him to the outside, and Lin Bianxian asked them to wait and drive the car. Waiting for the car to come and see, the three suddenly stupid:

This is a small van, which is as old as Poussin of Lao Guo.

"Sure enough, there must be their teachers," Ye Shaoyang shook his head.

"And blue is better than blue." Four treasures also shook their heads.

When the car drove to the front, Ye Shaoyang went to the car several times. When he pulled the door, he found the words "Xiaolin coffin shop" printed on the door.

Ye Shaoyang said silently: "You printed these words on the car, how angry you are."

"This is a live advertisement," Lin said. "You look at the shape of my van. Is it like a coffin? This is a car I specially pick. I want this effect."

At the end, I added, "This is what my Master taught me."

Ye Shaoyang almost squirted a blood, the shape of the car in the coffin, the car is equal to the coffin, which also makes people not sit.

"Great luck, no taboos." Four treasures found a Bodhi, and circled a few times on the door, which was helpless to get into the car.

Along the way, Lin Yuxian constantly asked Ye Shaoyang about some problems in Taoism. Although these problems are the basis of Ye Shaoyang's view, they can also know that Lao Guo taught him some Taoism in addition to coffins. When I asked, this guy really did the same as Lao Guo, driving a coffin shop, but doing the work of helping people to drive out evil spirits. No wonder Lao Guo would send him to pick him up. It was also his own.

Lin Yixian was very cautious and didn't ask much about the action tonight. This made Ye Shaoyang very satisfied. He didn't want to let him know, but he didn't want him to be caught up in plain.

When the speed was high, close to the Wu Leyi mansion, Ye Shaoyang let Lin Yuxian turn off the lights, slow down the speed, drive the car to the roadside grass, and then the pedestrians went to the hut that had been there during the day.

Lin Yuxian has to follow, and he wants to see the authentic Maoshan detainment order. Ye Shaoyang thinks that there is no danger, so he will take him. After all, it is not suitable for people to drive in the car.

A group of people came to the ruined house, Ye Shaoyang did not delay, directly practicing the spirit, the other three were watching.

Ye Shaoyang will burn the name of Wu Leyi and the charm of the birth, burn it, and wait for a moment, a gust of wind blowing, Ye Shaoyang suddenly eyes violent, both eyes become blood red.

"What is going on!" Yan Lengyu saw that it was wrong, and asked him in his ear.

"Found him to be a soul, but someone has a ban on him, which is more troublesome."

"It must be the wizard," said Sibao. "I thought you would be arrested, so I prepared in advance."

Ye Shaoyang sneered, "It’s not a dish than the authentic Daofa." Now I pulled out a peach sword from the belt, picked a few paper money, inserted it into the altar, and provoked the incense, and screamed in the mouth: "Zhao Gong Black Tiger, Liu Ding Liujia, listen to my order, strong detained soul, no mistakes!"

After reading it, I pulled the incense stick from the altar, inserted it into my mouth, took a bite of the ash, and took out a bottle of water, took a sip, sprayed it on the mahogany sword, and immediately lit a golden light on the mahogany sword.

Ye Shaoyang holds a mahogany sword, waving a few times in the volley, pinching his left hand, holding the Jianfeng in the middle of the food, and screaming forward, shouting: "Give me out!"

A clear light, with his gestures, rolled down from the front of the sword and turned into an adult shape. It was Wu Leyi, sitting on the ground, looking at Ye Shaoyang in confusion, and then quickly understood that there was no longer the usual length in his eyes. The prestige of the person is shivering, and it is shivering. This has nothing to do with him. It is an instinctive awe of the soul.

What's more, Ye Shaoyang is the master of Maoshan. When he practices, the ghosts in the world dare to look up.

"Wu Leyi! This day, the teacher is detaining your soul. Just ask a few questions, answer them truthfully, and then return them. What is Liang Daosheng now?"

"At, in my home." Wu Leyi, the soul form, like all ghosts, facing the god-like Ye Shaoyang, timid and shrink, truthfully answered.

Sure enough there! Ye Shaoyang looked at Yan Lengyu and asked: "What plans does he have?"

Wu Leyi just had to answer, Ye Shaoyang suddenly screamed, spurting a blood out, the body swayed, smashed with a mahogany sword, and then squatted on the ground.

This sudden scene made Wu Lengyu and others unprepared, and quickly went forward to check. Under the candlelight, Ye Shaoyang was full of blue light, and a strand of cold air emerged, and the tentacles were cold.

In just a few seconds, there was a layer of frost on his body.

芮 冷玉 opened his eyelids, and immediately there was a pool of blue mucus flowing out, shouting: "A good sinister poison! How about Shaoyang!"

Ye Shaoyang bit his tongue, swallowed a **** belly, protected his heart, barely sat down on his knees and began to breathe.

"The middle counts!" Four treasures slammed the thighs. "When the Master is in the culprit, the six senses of the body are opened, and the spirit bridge is formed with the detained soul. This **** must definitely use the soul of the old guy and give Shaoyang the next. insanity!"

Yan Lengyu also panicked, watching Ye Shaoyang's body more and more frost, muttered: "What poison is so powerful!"

"The corpse poison of Jiuyin people must be, ordinary people are smothered, and there is no defense. Even the Master can't resist it, and Shaoyang is poisoned from the internals of the Eight Classics..."

After the cold jade, he put a piece of golden leaf into his mouth, and then took out a lipstick-shaped cinnabar pen and drew a few strokes on his face. The mantra helped him to drive away the corpse.

"Hey!" Ye Shaoyang squirted another blood, but this time it was black blood. There were some tiny multi-legged bugs crawling in the blood. When you look at it, you know it. It is possible to dismantle the other's spells and use the ghosts to squat. This wizard's cultivation is really strong.

"Shaoyang, Shaoyang, how are you!" Yan Lengyu held his hands and said nothing.

Ye Shaoyang opened his eyes and had a white barrier in his eyes. He wanted to speak, but he spurted a smear of blood. He felt that there were countless bugs in the body and he followed the meridians. He used Xiao Zhoutian. Fathana, can only barely hold on to the heart, not to be captured, I know that this will go down sooner or later.

Is it so dead? Unwilling, unwilling.

Tianshi blood killed a batch of locusts, but these worms seemed to be endless. Under the attack of the follow-up, the suffocation of Ye Shaoyang’s body gradually warned that the heart would look down.

Xiao Zhoutian spit, still can't cope with such a vicious trick...

Ye Shaoyang constantly vomited blood, and his knowledge was a little fuzzy. Just then, his heart sounded a voice:

The true life of the Tao, there is no life, it is difficult to form...