Wu Jian retreated rapidly, stretched out his right hand and his fingers and sword.

Put it between your forehead and eyes, and use the secret technique of soul taught by Huaqing. When there is no spiritual energy, this secret technique cannot be stimulated, but it can be used now.

The light and aura penetrates into the forehead, just like opening the eyes.

With his eyes closed, the surrounding winds were whirling, and Yu Wujian was projecting in his heart.

The invisible object was also like a human figure with a halo, projecting vaguely in the sea of ​​consciousness without swords.

He is a samurai.

Black armor and black swords entangled with rolling black gas.

The chest, limbs, and the talismans formed by spiritual energy are attached to them, which is obviously not a good thing.

On the shoulders of the warrior, there was a spirit body like a black fox lying.

The claws are sharp and the eyes are pitch black.

There is blood red on the corners of the mouth and claws, like a crying blood.

The one who had heart-to-heart claw just now should be it hit.

When Wu Jian "saw" them, these two strange things seemed to have noticed Liu Zhuoran's perception swept through, and his actions became more and more manic.

The black-armored warrior roared silently and slashed the black sword in his hand.

The black fox on his shoulder also grinned and jumped up on the warrior's shoulder.

As the claws tore up, they rushed towards Wu Jian.

The two ghosts cooperate fiercely, but their moves and techniques are very rough.

Let Wu Jian despise him.

But thinking about it, this is true. Such an invisible thing cannot be seen by ordinary warriors, and there is no warning when attacking, and there is no need for any exquisite techniques.

If you rush up and chop Xia Jiba, you can collect the heads.

After all, it is supernatural. For warriors who rely on their naked eyes and perception to seek enemies, it is a dimensionality reduction attack.

Unfortunately, they are probably used to being violent and arrogant.

But I didn't know that the water in the Central Plains was much deeper than they imagined.

"bass"

Lingxu was unsheathed and the cold blade floated.

When Wu Jian swung his sword style, the scattered sword blades flew out from the scabbard, at first it was just a bare hilt. When the sword style was swung in front of him, it turned into a vain treasure blade in the flash of thousands of lights.

Thousands of fragments are just the shape of a sword blade.

There are gaps in between.

It's called a sword, but it's more like a long whip.

But it doesn't matter.

Such spiritual objects, with their own spiritual blessings, were immediately withdrawn. In front of Wu Jian, the black-armored wizard and the strange black fox were still attacking.

But both were swept by a sharp blade and ignited.

Twisted his body, opened his mouth and screamed in pain, but there was no sound, and everything was still silent.

"Bang"

Two sparks burst out in front of him.

Wu Jian opened his eyes and saw two talismans with yellow and red characters falling down, burning rapidly in the air. When they fell to the ground, they had become two balls of gray ashes.

When the wind blows, it disappears.

"weak."

Liu Zhuoran shook his head, disagreed. It would be okay to scare ordinary people like this. In front of a warrior like him holding a treasure blade, it was so far away.

He reached out his hand, picked up the hat and red gourd, put it on his head, and hung it around his waist.

He stretched out his figure, bowed to the master's tombstone, and then jumped up, landing gently on the highest point of the abandoned garden without any sound of wind.

Wu Jian squatted on the eaves here and looked at the dark night outside.

In the night dozens of feet away, there was a small carriage running wildly and fleeing towards Ningbo City.

He did not say a word, and with a brilliant look, he held Ling Xu Qianbian and hung it behind him from a distance.

The mouse is frightened and instinctively escapes back to the nest.

The investigation of the detective Huaqing has come to an end. Next, the thug Liu Zhuoran should appear.

Follow the traces and catch all the guys who pretend to be a ghost.

The place where the master is buried, no disturbances to ghosts and gods!

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"Well, count the time, Wu Jian should set off."

Under the night, in front of Tiantong Temple, wearing a blue shirt and a sword box, she was walking along the lush Wansong Road towards the temple.

Just like a pilgrim who visits a temple.

This Tiantong Temple is not ordinary. Although it is not as famous as Nirvana Temple, it has the reputation of "Southeast Buddha Kingdom" among Buddhist teachings.

This temple not only flourishes Buddhism, but also has a huge area. It occupies six peaks of Taibai Mountain and the entire mountain is the property of the Buddhas of Tiantong Temple.

There are more than 30 large-scale buildings in the entire temple, with a total of 999 houses. In the south of the Yangtze River, they jointly support the Buddhist tradition with Nirvana Temple.

However, there are no monks in this Tiantong Temple.

They are a serious Zen Buddhism. Buddhas eat vegetarian food all day long and do not go to martial arts.

But in recent days, things have changed. The outside world knows that the Nirvana monk has entered Tiantong Temple.

But when it falls into the eyes of those who are interested in Huaqing, you will know that when the world is in conflict, Nirvana Temple also takes action.

At present, Liu Zhuoran has taken over the haunted incident in Ningbo City.

What Huaqing needs to do next is to explore the changes in the Qing Tiantong Temple.

He had a feeling.

Whether it is the sudden appearance of Japanese people, the haunted city, or the changes in Tiantong Temple, there is the same mastermind behind it.

Penglai!

It must be Penglai?

"Haha, fan the flames everywhere, fearing that the world will not be in chaos. I am saying that you are practicing immortals and becoming demons, but you are not wrong at all."

Hua Qing played with the paper fan and walked alone in the night in the Wansong Road.

I was not afraid at all, and I was even in the mood to take out a scroll and savor it in front of me. On the painting, I was an elegant and exquisite woman.

Under the left eye, there is a beauty's tears mole.

"Miss Ah Qing."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and said:

"I haven't seen each other for many days, and my heart is upset. What I think in my heart is you, and what I see in my eyes is you. Even though I have less than a hundred words, I have already sprouted deep roots in my heart.

Disturbing dreams.

Is this the taste of love on earth? So Shen Qiu has obviously gone to several letters and asked about this love and hate, but he just held it and didn't want to tell this young master, which is very embarrassing.

Forget it, when this matter is over, I will go back to Huanxi Village, or stay for a while before I can realize something.”

After more than ten days, he came to the closed Tiantong Temple.

This thousand-year-old temple is very quiet, and the temple door is closed.

Hua Qing walked forward and knocked on the door in a long while. Soon, a welcome monk opened the temple door and welcomed him into it.

The monks who came to greet them were either others or Nirvana monks with fleshy faces, and Iron Niu was the same.

After not seeing each other for many days, the aura of the iron bull became more obscure and deeper. It was obvious that he had achieved success in martial arts, so he became a master of the earth list by breaking the secrets.

"When I left Lin'an, Master Mustard Seed had already given instructions."

The monk Tie Niu grabbed the Zen Staff and carried the lantern. While leading the way in front, he said to Hua Qing:

"I want us to cooperate with Shen Qiu. Where are the others?"

"I don't know either."

Hua Qing said truthfully:

"That man is very free now and does whatever he wants.

Maybe he will come over soon.

Maybe I will not show up until the crisis, but I am more concerned about the recent changes in Tiantong Temple than him.
To be continued...