The moonlight at midnight shone the fish bone temple into blue and white. On the temple gate made of twisted yak ribs, several strings of dried wolf toes were rustling.

When a cloud-patterned boot was trapped in the gravel ground in front of the temple, eight pale energy emerged from the poplar forest on the side of the temple. These eight pale energy involved sand and dust, gradually forming eight gray-white ghost faces.

A practitioner wearing a painted Nuo opera mask walked out of the forest. There were many copper bells hanging on the hem of his black robe. While walking, these copper bells made dull sounds, and then there was another strange sound in the wind. This sound instantly caused the vitality of the fish bone temple to resist, and the leg bone bells hanging on the eaves of the temple also made a sound at the same time. The two sound-shaking forces continued to confront the temple gate, and sand and dust continued to fall from the eight gray-white faces.

The owner of the cloud pattern boots, a man in black wearing a hat, raised his hand and held the hat in his hand.

This is the face of a middle-aged man full of majesty. His facial features are upright and there are not many characteristics. His eyebrows are particularly thick and black, like ink stains.

Looking at the masked practitioner, the middle-aged man smiled faintly, waved his left hand like hello, and some green light surged from his fingertips, "Don't be nervous, I am Situ Qingcheng."

The masked practitioner immediately bowed, and the copper bells on the hem of the black robe no longer ringed.

"It turned out to be General Situ."

"So you guys can hear it again?"

Both voices rang almost at the same time.

The one who called General Situ was the previous practitioner holding a bone flute, and another angrily voice was made by Lai Ba Pass in the temple.

Lai Baguan said angrily, and couldn't help but say, "You are also showing me the blood in your ears?"

The monk holding a bone flute appeared in Xun position. He seemed to be deaf at this time, and ignored the voice of Lai Baguan in the temple. He just bowed to Situ Qingcheng and said, "Although we trapped this person in this temple, his practice was strange. He refined the entire temple into a Yinsha magic weapon, and sat on the ground and became a demon, so we couldn't attack it."

"So you have set up a formation so that he will never escape." Situ Qingcheng smiled slightly and said, "It's done well."

The monk holding the bone flute suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "I hope General Situ will say a few more beautiful words in front of the Heavenly Lord. Although we were forced to stay here, we shouldn't have heard anything we shouldn't have heard."

Situ Qingcheng had just nodded, but Lai Baguan inside laughed, "You self-righteous idiots, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, then the old ghost will give you more benefits, won't you kill you? My brothers regard him as their father and are loyal to him, but are they still alive?"

The monk holding the bone flute was silent, but Situ Qingcheng joked, "It's better to pretend to be deaf. It's quite annoying to hear this person talking."

After saying this, he said seriously to the person holding the bone flute, "Your people will collect the magic circle first, I'll try it."

"Yes!" The monk holding the bone flute nodded in surprise, "General can do it with confidence."

Situ Qingcheng nodded, and he took two steps towards the temple gate, put on the bamboo hat again, but there was a small red stone statue in his hand.

He loosened the head of the stone statue and took it off. It turned out that the stone statue was actually a hollow bottle inside.

He poured out the bottle and held it in his palm for a moment, and threw it directly towards the Fish Bone Temple in front of him.

All these monks wearing masks watched quietly, but in an instant, thunder and fire burst out, and the huge roar instantly made them discolored.

The Great Sui Pilizi!

Situ Qingcheng was hitting the Fishbone Temple at this time, and it was also the Great Sui Pilizi.

Gu Liubai was reluctant to use these thunders, and they were all used one by one, but he threw out more than ten of them, and the more than ten exploded at the same time, but the thunder and fire intertwined, forming a red and golden steamer on the Fish Bone Temple.

If Elder Yuheng, who was given to Gu Liubai Pilizi, saw this scene, he would be stunned and realized that this was the real use of Pilizi of the Great Sui.

The red and golden steam wheels formed by more than ten thunderbolts are like forming a magic circle. The thunder fire seems to expand slowly, but its power is extremely terrifying.

It turns out that this Sui Pilizi was inspired by a unique method and could form a formation!

After the initial shock, the monks wearing painted Nuo Opera masks felt a wave of heat coming, and instantly subconsciously retreated several feet.

"you!"

Lai Ba Pass in the Fish Bone Temple felt something was wrong before the thunderbolt exploded. He danced wildly with his hands and instantly sacrificed dozens of human skin talismans in front of him.

These human skin talismans instantly collapsed and turned into countless gray ice crystal particles. The entire fish bone temple, which had been tilted and seemed to collapse at any time, suddenly rattled, and the fish bones seemed to be about to break free and collapse.

The crooked Fish Bone Temple was instantly corrected, and the breath bursting inside made the entire temple look like a living creature shaking its muscles and expanding outwards.

The red and golden steamer crushed the Fishbone Temple. The foundation of the entire Fishbone Temple was a little loose, but a stream of vital energy like water surged out from under the foundation.

These cold vital energy instantly closed like a huge flower bud protecting the fish bone temple.

boom!

The thunder and fire shattered, and countless streams of fire slid down against the temple body. The yin energy wrapped in the entire temple condensed into countless strange talismans.

"oh?"

The hat Situ Qingcheng was wearing was also torn apart under the shock of two powerful forces.

But his body was like cast iron, and the strong wind made his clothes rush, but his light ejaculation was very calm and clear.

"It turns out that this place used to be an ancient battlefield, and the yin energy is so strong?"

He frowned slightly and looked around the Fishbone Temple. The soil around the foundation of the Fishbone Temple was surging by vitality. Among the rising sand, many ancient clusters of arrows were churning inside.

"What if it's otherwise?"

Lai Baguan's joking voice came from the temple, "Or why would I form a formation here?"

Situ Qingcheng was not angry, but smiled slightly and said, "Otherwise, you would have been killed by eight of them long ago. Also, you should not pretend in front of me, even if you practice similar methods that I and you practiced. Although you use this Yin soldiers to form a formation, you have to sacrifice to the creatures. These birds on the hills were all attracted by you. When I first came, I discovered that there are no small beasts in these hills. If you want to block them, you can only use your blood to worship them. Just block my attack, I am afraid that you will be exhausted. Can you persist in getting to the next morning? It is good to be fooled by the soldiers, but you are playing military tactics in front of me?"

"Caughter!" Lai Baguan's voice suddenly became depressed.

He was silent for a moment and said, "You are right. I really can't hold on for too long, but if I talk about playing military tactics, I can't play with you, so naturally someone can play with you."

Situ Qingcheng smiled and did not argue with Lai Baguan. He just turned his head to look at the monk holding the bone flute and said, "Don't waste your true energy and fight him. He has to consume qi and blood all the time. Just wait until tomorrow morning to collect the corpse."

The monk holding the bone flute nodded.

Situ Qingcheng glanced at him and said, "What do you call me?"

The monk holding the bone flute, "The Eight Immortals in Yunlin."

He had just spoken the nicknames of eight people, but before he could explain in detail, Lai Baguan's laughter rang again, "What are the Eight Immortals, the Eight Dogs? If you get some of the methods taught by the old ghost, look at the eight dogs on the island, and you will become the Eight Immortals when you cross the sea?"

Situ Qingcheng reacted, and he ignored Lai Baguan and said, "It turns out that they are monks from Yunlin Sect. I thought you were Korean monks."

The monk holding the bone flute calmed down and relaxed a little. He looked at Situ Qingcheng and explained, "We are indeed Goryeo, but we were arranged by the Heavenly Lord to practice in Yunlin since childhood."

Situ Qingcheng nodded, and before he could say anything, the sound of the bronze bell hanging on the hem of the black robe sounded again.

The monk holding the bone flute said in surprise, "General Situ, is there a monk approaching? Is it your person?"

Situ Qingcheng frowned and said, "If it were my people, they wouldn't be so sneaky."

After saying that, he seemed too lazy to say anything, so he just walked up and sat on the steps at the entrance of the Fishbone Temple.

The monk holding the bone flute shouted loudly at the mountain road, "Who is it?"

"It's midnight, I'll burn incense. What are you shouting?" A young man's voice sounded.

The monk holding the bone flute returned to the Xun position, and the monk with a black robe drooping copper bell stood on the flat ground at the entrance of the temple.

I saw a young man with empty hands slowly appearing on the mountain road.

The Eight Immortals in Yunlin are very famous on Yunlin Island, and the islanders on Yunlin Island believe in gods and Buddhas more than the people in any prefecture in the Tang Dynasty. These eight people have incense temples in many villages and towns on Yunlin Island, and many villages and towns regard them as real immortals.

At this time, the monk standing on the flat ground at the entrance of the temple was called Bai Fengxian in Yunlin.

And the monk holding the bone flute is their senior brother, called the Bone-Sealing Immortal.

Bai Fengxian looked at the young man appearing on the mountain road. He acted simply and didn't talk nonsense. He took out a rhinoceros horn box from his waist, clewed his fingers inside the box, and a layer of silver-like powder popped out.

These powders are very magical and can naturally accommodate his true energy like runes. The powder floats forward, constantly pulling the true energy, and instantly forming dozens of pale airflows.

These dozens of airflows flew out several feet, and then pulled flying dust, forming dozens of pale faces.

"Give me a face?"

The young man looked at so many faces flying towards him and smiled, "But I have always been shameless."

He stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist, and just punched the human face. The air in front of him was compressed heavily and instantly emitted a glossy luster.

The faces seemed to be sealed in the glass in an instant, unable to move, and then burst with a bang as the glass collapsed.

Situ Qingcheng was sitting calmly as if he was watching the show. The young man punched him, and his face changed instantly.

This punch was extremely fierce and had a momentum of overturning the rivers and seas. When the true energy in the young man's body burst out, he only felt as if an invisible giant mountain had hit him.

What method is the true energy of the true energy is so strong?

"Who are you?" The bone-shaving immortal was also shocked.

The young man didn't reply to him, but just looked at Situ Qingcheng's face seriously, and suddenly sighed, "Situ Qingcheng, look at your thick eyebrows and big eyes. Why don't you do a good Tang people and make dogs for the Koreans?"

Situ Qingcheng's heart moved, and he reacted instantly, and said in a cold voice, "You are Lu Letian!"

Gu Liubai was helpless too.

Lu Letian's fame is really too great in Fufeng County.
Chapter completed!