I Am Reaching The Pinnacle Of My Life In The Magic Card World

They came back, unscathed. The water balls trap people and do no harm to them.

If it were an evil spirit, the tomb would have been destroyed long ago with one arrow. If it was an obsessional spirit, he would have used it for his own purposes.

Some spirits are extremely rare, and spirits with spiritual consciousness are rare.

Tomoyo's eyes filled with tears and he hugged the tomb steps tightly, shedding two lines of tears and crying.

He was busy explaining and comforting Tomoyo: "My love, why are you crying, Miss? It's nothing."

"Promise me you won't abandon me in the future."

"Hey, my old waist, Miss, please let go of your hands."

"I don't want it!" Tomoyo tightened his grip so tightly that it broke slightly and made a crisp sound.

Ouch, my small waist can hardly bear it, "Okay, okay, I promise you, that's it."

He added in his heart, "I can't guarantee it."

"Onii-chan, Brother Tsukito, are you injured somewhere?" Sakura

"It's okay." Yuecheng Snow Rabbit's voice sounded like a spring breeze.

"It's okay." Kinomoto Toya.

Li Xiaolang takes good care of his cousin Li Peiling, and they tell each other that they are safe. There is a kind of family affection between relatives, and they hope that their relatives will be safe and sound.

After about ten minutes, all that needed to be said was said.

When the attentive Li Xiaolang asked how they got rid of the resentful spirit, Zhong Jie laughed and blurted it out, his words unclear.

It's just that there was a thunderbolt in the sky, and the resentful spirit was struck to death by lightning, and disappeared into ashes, not even the dregs were left.

If it is full of loopholes, only a ghost will believe it. Even if you don't believe it, there is nothing you can do about it. Only Yukinoshita Tsukagi knows the inside story.

How could he tell the truth? The water divination was in the crystal core, and she was willing to be a guardian spirit only after fulfilling her wish.

After resolving a crisis, the knot in Sakura's heart for many days was relieved. She smiled from the bottom of her heart, even Li Xiaolang was stunned.

Li Yelan stayed with them for the second night, and had a sumptuous dinner, full of wine and food.

The return trip is on the agenda. The five-day and four-night tour in Hong Kong has expired, and I have to pay for the return air ticket myself.

In 1998, you had to go to the airport to book a ticket, so there was still a one-day buffer period before you could go to the dark black market in Hong Kong Island.

As the name suggests, the black market has everything that is available on the market, and the black market has everything that is not available on the market.

Monsters, monsters, ghosts and monsters.

In the remote mountains of Hong Kong Island, there is a cemetery densely packed with stone monuments, unclaimed graves, and the final destination of the lonely ghosts who died in a foreign land.

During his lifetime, his wishes were not fulfilled, he was deceived and died by someone who had failed him, he was hit by a car, and he was a headless and pale male ghost.

It was such a haunted place with such a sinister and sinister atmosphere that a little boy stepped into this cemetery.

The little boy has scattered hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a fleshy little country face. He is not outstanding, but he is not ugly either.

The night is dark, the moon is obscured by dark clouds, and no one dares to set foot on those who are not deep in the Tao and whose character is not strong enough.

Li Xiaolang didn't dare to do it. He couldn't stand the tombstone's insistence, so he threw him a map, but nothing happened.

It's a gloomy place, with the wind blowing continuously, and the dark wind penetrates deep into the bones.

Those who are skilled in the art of Tsukasa are bold and set out alone. They are either stupid or confident enough.

Confidently bravely enter the black market alone. Ghosts like children best. Those with tender skin and tender meat must be delicious. The souls of children are rare and delicious.

"Baby, I'm your daddy, come with me quickly, daddy will take you home." A wandering spirit with a severed hand screamed and pounced on him.

Wandering souls are nothingness. The lowest wandering souls create low-level illusions to frighten ordinary people.

Scare the tombs, hehe, just go to sleep.

Puchi, the wandering spirit passes through the body, the ghost does zero damage, it is slightly colder, and it does not hurt or itch. Phew, pass through and pass through.

There are two of them. There are many ghosts floating around the tombstone. I can't do anything about them. They are all crying and howling.

It was so annoying, "Water Divination!" he shouted.

"Young Master, I am here." The woman in the palace skirt appeared on him, warming his soul in the heart of the God of Wind, and doing well.

He cultivated some of the temperament of a stranger, "Go, destroy these ghosts, Luo Li Suo, give priority to destroying the ghost who wants to be the father."

"You need to retreat quickly, otherwise you won't blame me for not caring about the feelings of our kin."

The water divination ribbon is like a deserted place, whipping and whipping, ah ah ah! The male ghost howled and screamed, and his soul shattered.

"I still want to be my father. I am your father." Zhong Jie felt relieved all over and his ears were quiet.

Killing a chicken to become a monkey, a ghost died, many wandering souls retreated by instinct, the water divination line was there, the ghost energy was strong, and the face was pale and dull.

Her thick and black ghostly aura spread across the graves, and the wandering souls sensed the level gap and were too timid to come out of the graveyard.

The complex Yin Qi is cleared away, leaving only the pure ghost Qi.

In order to avoid being harassed by blind ghosts, Shui Bu escorted the map terminal to the black market.

Dragons and snakes are mixed together, and Zhong Jie uses water divination ghost energy to cover up his true face. From the outside, he looks shrouded in gloomy energy and full of resentment.

At first glance, he looks like a small person who is not easy to mess with. There are many people on the black market who practice ghost ways, and it is not uncommon for old monsters to revert to youth.

This hanging place was actually a thousand meters away from the map. Fortunately, he had the wind element to guide him, otherwise he would have had to make many detours.

In the black market, there are two lanes with piles of stones. There are stalls on both sides with people in strange clothes. There are yellow-robed Taoist priests selling zombies in their stalls.

Really exciting, from the Maoshan Corpse Exorcist Sect? After visiting the zombie stall, opposite the zombie stall was selling magic weapons.

Bagua mirror, array flag, Taoist series of ghost-painted talismans, how come there is commercial competition everywhere.

There are many stalls, including an old beggar stall selling martial arts secrets, martial arts books one after another, and Western parchment scrolls.

There are Buddhist scriptures in Indian script and secret books from various countries. Most of them are engaged in transnational business.

Encountered by the old beggar, he was the only customer in the entire stall. He was picking at the stairs, closing his eyes and letting the wind replace his eyes.

The secret power of wind searches for the magic power in the ancient secret books. The magic power here is different in different countries and has different names.

Daochang Li calls it mana, Sakura calls it magic power, and Taoism calls it spiritual power.

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Most of those secret books contain magic power, but they are just like a parchment scroll.

It gave him a strange intuition that he would regret for the rest of his life if he missed it. He was mentally scanned several times.

There was a strange color on the ghostly face, a vague magical aura.

He pretended to read the secret book "Tathagata Palm", and the black spots on his arms were stained with dried blood.

His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and he was filled with sadness: "How to sell it."

"One tael of silver." The old beggar smoked his pipe without raising his head. His old fingernails were thick with dirt and black mud.

"It's expensive!" He put down "Tathagata Palm" and left without any nostalgia.

"Wait a minute, little brother, I really want ten grams of silver." The big business was about to run away, but the old beggar couldn't sit still.

Telling the lowest price, "Three grams of gold including that one, that one, that one." Tsukasa deliberately asked for a few more copies, showing that quantity gives priority to quantity.

You are not allowed to reveal your true intentions when buying and selling. Buy a few more copies to confuse the public and the seller will not be able to see your intentions.

Where did the ghost cultivator come from? It was so easy to deceive, the seller was secretly delighted.

"make a deal!"

"Well, here you go."

A glittering gold coin caught people's attention on the black market. Zhong Jie, wearing a black robe, waved his hand and selected the secret books without leaving any trace.

Real and fake, fake and fake, who can tell the difference between a few fakes and a genuine one that costs a lot of money.

I visited other stalls and found nothing, so I left the black market and cleaned up my traces.

Hidden traces, return to the Li family in Taipingshan.