Bai Luo stepped across the ruins of the Xingjun Temple and stood on the tallest burnt sky-high tree.

A heavy rain in Xuehuo caused verdant weed seedlings to grow under the sky-high tree. The vines climbed on top of the scorched wood, adding a glimmer of hope to the dead forest.

Bai Luo sat on the top of the tree, and his moon-white silk shirt was gently fluttered by the breeze.

You can see the full view of Yaobu ​​Village on the top of the tree. The ghosts who stepped out of the Xingjun Temple wandered along the scorched earth hillside to Yaobu ​​Village.

In front of the fifteen-household village, there were a few ghosts in front of each household. At most, there were ten. There were about a hundred ghosts, all of which were female ghosts. Zong Ye stood beside Bai Luo and frowned slightly and asked, "Master, these ghosts seem to be a little strange."

More than a hundred ghosts looked like gourds from the outline.

Bai Luo sighed: "All pregnant girls."

"What?" Zong Ye remembered the pregnant farm girl who had found in the demonic fantasy created by Tongtian Tower Jingtong, and some unknown premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Bai Luo said calmly: "The evil people are not only in the demon world. There are evil people in the three realms."

The ghosts hovered outside the farmhouse, as if they were blocked by something and could not enter.

Bai Luo smiled sarcastically: "Where is this the transit of the ghost soldiers? It's just that some unjust souls want to go home." Bai Luo pinched the word "wind" in his hand, and Yuebai's sleeves blew, and a gust of wind blew. The red candle flames on the windows of more than a dozen farmers' houses shook, and then they were extinguished at the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A scream came from the village. The wronged souls who were wandering outside the farmhouse finally walked into the yard. The small stilt house suddenly made a sound of seats collapsed.

"Okay (go away)! Don't come over (don't come over)!" The villagers' shouts suddenly echoed across the sky.

"It's not because I'm hurting (not me)!"

"If you don't have a good time, come and find me (you don't have a good time to come and find me). It's because you don't have a good lottery score (it's because you're not lucky)."

Bai Luo leaned on the dead branch and sneered at the corner of his mouth. The twelve households said the same thing, and they did a lot of evil.

Wenjun and the village chief hurried over.

The village chief was so scared that his legs were weak when he saw so many ghosts. He quickly called the little girl wearing silver jewelry and said, "Ask Yun! You are there!"

"Saint Aunt, help me!"

The people hugged in the corner, holding a red candle in their hands as weapons, aiming them at the ghosts.

Wen Yun bit her lower lip reluctantly.

The village chief angrily shouted: "Wen Yun!"

Wen Yun then slowly raised her hands, and a stream of fire spirit flowed out of her fingertips. The stream of fire spirit slowly wrapped around the candle wick like dozens of ropes, lit the red candle.

Once the red candle was lit, the ghosts could not enter the farmhouse yard. Wen Yun walked slowly forward, and the silver bells on his hands and feet made crisp sounds. Yaobu ​​Village was silent, and the silver bells seemed particularly clear. The silver bells collided with each other, as if dozens of little girls were smiling "giggling".

Wen Yun walked out of Yaobu ​​Village step by step. The spiritual current between his fingers led hundreds of souls slowly toward the village.

Bai Luo's blue and green pupils shook. Although it was far away, it could still be seen that Wen Yun's fire spirit stream was impure, and it was mixed with some red spirit streams. Before Bai Luo could speak, a wisp of water mist beside him wet his clothes, and Ye Ming had already skipped the foot of the mountain.

Bai Luo smiled and asked Xie Jinyan who was standing under the tree, "Xie Jinyan, have you ever caught a ghost?"

"Catch ghosts?" Xie Jinyan looked at Bai Luo with a creepy look. Although there are many ghost hunters in the folk, they are basically lie. Most of them are monks with low cultivation who go around the streets to deceive wealthy people in order to make a living.

But the ghost catching in Bai Luo's mouth is certainly not a trick to deceive people.

Wenjun was about to walk out of the village with hundreds of ghosts, but he saw that there was another person coming out of the originally empty entrance of the village. The sky-blue gauze dress was particularly conspicuous in the night sky.

Ye Ming looked at Wen Yun with a faint expression, and the expression on his face was always depressed. Ye Ming looked at Wen Yun coldly: "Demons?"

Wen Yun, who was always as frightened as a little rabbit, had a ruthless look on her face at this moment: "What are you doing when you are back?"

Ye Ming did not answer, but asked, "Where are you going with these people?"

"What does it have to do with you? Although you have saved many of us, I have thanked you. Don't worry about other people's affairs!"

Ye Ming looked at Wen Yun with an expressionless face: "Is nothing?" Ye Ming took a step forward, and Tianshuibi's sleeves flicked, and the pure water spirit stream cut off the fire spirit stream that was pulling the ghost like a sharp blade: "A demon clan can actually practice the fire spirit stream, I don't think it's nothing."

Seeing that Ye Ming’s visitor was not good, the village chief put his crutch on the ground and said, “Wen Yun, this person is not left!”

Wen Yun gritted his teeth, opened his fingers and then opened them again, a dark red flashed in his eyes. When he took action again, there was no fire spirit stream in the red spiritual stream, only the red spiritual stream was left.

Ye Ming slightly dodged, and Tian Shuibi's clothes rippled gently with his movements. Ye Ming's figure was extremely beautiful, like a person floating in the water, and his clothes and hair were rippling in the water.

Wen Yun took ten moves and felt something was wrong. The man in front of him did not fight back at all, and he didn't even dodge his best.

Ye Ming put a finger on Wen Yun's wrist and gently raised it, saying lightly: "Either the Red Spirit Stream is still relatively weak. Indeed, he can only deal with some such ghosts that are not harmful."

Wen Yun is the saint of Yaobu ​​Village. The reason why he is called a saint is that he can deal with these ghosts. But this actually became a ghost without any harm in Ye Ming's mouth?

Wen Yun was angry and beaten harder.

"Ye Guangji, have you had enough fun?"

Bai Luo's voice behind Ye Ming rang coldly.

Wen Yun was shocked and quickly withdrew her hand. She landed beside the village chief and saw that the people who were driven away during the day actually returned to the village when she was fighting with Ye Ming.

Wen Yun didn't know when they came in, and there was no sound at all.

Ye Ming withdrew his hand and said calmly: "The evil way."

Wen Yun was so embarrassed that she wanted to take action, but her wrist was locked by two jade white fingers.

Wen Yun was held by Bai Luo, but he couldn't use any spiritual power. The ghost that Wen Yun was still being pulled by Wen Yun just now surrounded Wen Yun. Wen Yun subconsciously wanted to hide, but his wrist could not move at all.

Wen Yun looked up at Bai Luo angrily, and just met Bai Luo's cold and blue eyes.

Wen Yun's heart skipped a beat. She didn't understand why, but she always felt that her eyes seemed to see through the secrets she had hidden for many years. She was anxious, and a dark red evil spirit rose behind her.

Zong Ye looked at the evil spirit behind Wen Yun, which was somewhat similar to him, but extremely thin, and was shocked.
Chapter completed!