Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Yin Si!"

The girl with two blushes on her face turned pale with shock, and her tender voice became sharp.

Originally light and nothing, the solidified soul that passed through the wall.

In an instant, it was like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all.

The aura projected from Ji Yuan's eyebrows.

It contains a lot of pressure, like Taiyue falling down!

Enough to quell the invisible and invisible ghost.

Let the two little devils not be able to escape immediately.

"You...God."

The fat boy's regrown head once again showed a very obvious look of horror.

Only Aba Aba's dull face, shaking frantically.

Whether it is the grievances of the deceased, the obsessions that remain, the ghosts and ghosts they have transformed into.

Or a vicious ghost that has been refined by the day after tomorrow and has been cultivated by blood and resentment.

They are born with a knowledge of "ghost ways".

About how to absorb yin and absorb yang.

It seems to be deeply branded, rooted in the soul.

And as one's own cultivation level increases, from Yin soul, Yin spirit, to Yin evil.

The more profound this kind of unreasonable enlightenment will be, the closer it will be to the taboos of the underworld.

So, when Ji Yuan invited Yeyoushen to his back.

Such a real power and blessing, like a tidal wave, is unparalleled.

Immediately, the girl and the obese boy were shocked, and it was difficult to raise the idea of ​​resistance.

This is the ability of wandering gods to evade evil spirits and bow their heads to hundreds of ghosts!

"escape?"

Ji Yuan stood with his knife in hand, his head held high, and the white python flying fish dressed in hunting and flying.

With the help of Old Man An's cooking skills, he finally attracted these two little devils, how could he easily let them go.

Before the second gentleman from the Duke of Liang's mansion was aware of it, he cut off his two little devils.

Increase your odds even more!

With his mind settled, Ji Yuan suddenly took a step.

The figure is as fast as a dragon, tearing apart the rich night and boundless airflow.

Whoohoo!

It's like a gust of wind!

It was just right against the dark sky, which was filled with thunder and dark clouds.

Beneath the vast night sky, the majestic qi and blood fell like a round of blazing sun!

buzzing-

Ji Yuan's embroidered spring knife in his palm kept bouncing and shaking, like a dragon raising its head, stirring up the situation.

The large white waves were wrapped and swept, completely covering the two little ghosts.

"Rao..."

The obese boy was the first to bear the brunt, facing Bai Lian's swift sword light like snow, it only had time to spit out a word.

Then!

Chi Chi Chi!

The surging fire drowned the alcoholic.

The cold and brutal killing intent was like mercury pouring down the ground, instantly severing the bloody evil spirit lingering on the surface.

Just like a red-hot knife cutting through the wax oil, there is no hindrance!

Knife light falls!

Draw a sharp track!

The obese boy's soul body exploded, turning into a group of fist-sized tangible evil thoughts.

Those translucent, blood-colored agate-like ghost crystals reflect a breathtaking and strange brilliance.

There were faintly excruciating roars and extremely tormented screams, as if suffering from capital punishment.

Ji Yuan was indifferent, no matter how miserable this fat alcoholic was in his life, it was already a thing of the past.

He is doing good deeds, accumulating virtue, and saving the wronged soul, and he cannot tolerate any senseless compassion.

"cut!"

Ji Yuan chanted silently, and the light of the sword danced like a dragon and snake, and continued to be pushed forward vigorously.

Behind him, a large stream of Yin Qi escaped out, like dark clouds rolling in.

But it can't invade the body!

The masculinity and blood burned by the oven erupted violently, like red flames rolling, and the impact scattered.

It stirred until the ghost was ashes, and made a "Zizi" sound like hot oil being put into a pot.

puff!

Another cracking sound.

"Big big brother..."

Ji Yuan's heart was like stone, as if he didn't see the girl's weak and pitiful expression, let alone let Bailiangang turn into a charming voice that wraps around his fingers.

The long knife crossed and drove straight in.

The little face that looked like a pink and jade carving suddenly solidified and turned into a twisted and hideous one.

"Wait! The master will suck your soul! Refine your soul! Make your life worse than death!"

The girl cursed bitterly.

"If Huangquan Road is not broken and the gate of hell is not closed, you can walk slower and wait for your master."

Ji Yuan's face was expressionless, and he vibrated the knife coldly.

crackle!

Broken soul.

It was like a silver bottle containing water was broken.

The viscous pulp flow burst out and turned into a strong yin energy.

There is also the pink miasma contained in it, all spraying out, covering the white python flying fish suit.

"Hmph, mere brat, don't bother me."

Ji Yuan laughed, his tyrannical physique turned into a golden bell hood and an iron cloth shirt.

The musculoskeletal membrane trembled slightly, dispelling the icy aura of frozen qi and blood.

As for the pink miasma that was specially collected and refined, the charming and sensual thoughts were evoked.

Before causing any storm in the Heart Lake, it was wiped out cleanly.

"Jiuye Shenwei! What a fierce! Such fierceness has been subdued!"

An Shanren, who shrank in the back, said with sincere admiration.

Those two little devils are considered powerful characters in the underworld.

One can be shaped into the shadow, and the other can be distracted.

If they cooperate well, it is also possible for the warriors to successfully win the three realms of blood exchange if they are caught off guard.

It's a pity that they meet Ji Yuan, who is strong in blood and strong in physique.

The young hundred households of the Beizhen Fusi have already achieved the ultimate in raising, training, beating, and killing.

There are almost no weaknesses and shortcomings, and there is absolutely no room for girls and obese boys to play.

With a single knife, the two evil spirits were destroyed!

"Instructor Wei once said that the essence of martial arts, fighting with others is to fight for the front line before life and death."

Ji Yuan's eyes were lowered, and he flicked the embroidered spring knife with his fingers, wiping away the bloody yin that was contaminated:

"The so-called fists, weapons, and even the tempered breath of blood,

Just for one goal, all enemies are within a short distance!

Let the Taoism of the second gentleman be ever-changing and unpredictable.

As long as it is within ten steps, I will be sure to kill him! "

With this in mind, he raised his eyes to look at an open room in the distance.

The murderous intention in his chest is like a tide, constantly rushing back and forth.

This patrol camp of the Bingma Division is not big, but it was rebuilt from a residential house.

There are three or four rooms in total, including a place for overnight stays, and a place to store weapons and weapons.

In addition to the lobby, thatched hut and manger, it is slightly larger than Ji Yuan's dilapidated mansion in Tai'an Square.

With Yeyoushen's ability to listen to his voice, he easily pinpointed the location of the Dakkeqing of the Duke of Liang's government.

"There are still two little devils. The closer you get to the altar, the harder it is for Qi practitioners to deal with them.

You must work hard to break the Dao technique, and once you get entangled, you are doomed to fail. "

Ji Yuan restrained his thoughts and killing intent, so as not to be perceived by others.

The Unmoving Mountain King Sutra runs silently, taking control of Qi and blood.

Zen nature and coldness coexist between the eyebrows, like a Buddha and a devil.

Rumble boom!

Another continuous thunder blast!

The layers of dark clouds covering hundreds of miles looked like a hole had been stabbed.

The pouring rain poured down like an endless stream.

It crashed on the ground and slowly turned into a large mist of water.

The body of the Embroidered Spring is as clear as snow, and a rain line falls.

...

...

Inside the house, a lamp is like a bean.

Mr. Er posed in a cross-legged posture.

Under his seat is a three-foot-high altar.

It is built with five-color wood, and copper lamps and candles are lit in eight directions.

It's just that the fluttering flames are a bit evil, giving off a faint green color.

It seems like the ghost fire of the mass grave, adding an inexplicable strangeness.

If you have a keen sense of smell, you should also find that the white wax lamp oil is extremely strange.

The smell was thick like glue, as if it was going to stick to the nose and mouth.

Ordinary warriors stay in this room for a long time, and they will suffocate within a moment or three.

"The living wax, the dead oil, are quite rare,

If it wasn't for the manpower and material resources of the State Councilor's Foreign Office mobilized by the young master, he might not be able to collect all of them in a short period of time, and he really gained a lot. "

Mr. Er opened his deep eyes, and a bright light flashed past, as if his skill had improved again.

"Hey, such a three-foot altar that took five hundred people to build,

The Liaodong mud leg used to plot the second realm of the Tongmai is really a bull's knife to kill a chicken.

Even if I encounter the three realms of changing blood, as long as the legal body is not completed, it will not be able to stop my technique of transporting five ghosts! "

He smiled sullenly, took a deep breath, and there was a feeling of joy on his face.

The living wax and the dead oil make ordinary people panic, their minds are disordered, and they fall into endless nightmares.

For Mr. Er, it is truly a great supplement.

It is like a noble person smoking agarwood to sleep and meditate.

It's very comfortable to be in there.

"Rich!"

Mr. Two shouted.

A gust of wind blew up on the flat ground.

Click, click.

It seems that the broken ice is condensed, and the icy aura floats, showing a solid ghost.

Another terrifying one!

Just like obese boys and girls.

This little devil is also very strange.

The eyes are as big as cows, and the twinkle shines golden light.

Two mouse whiskers, thin and long.

Wearing a guapi hat and ingot satin shirt.

He held an iron abacus in his hand, which clacked from time to time.

Just like an accountant, like a shopkeeper, a lively miser.

"What are your orders, sir?"

In exchange for a "rich" wealthy ghost, he asked to please.

It seems to be a little more shrewd than the other three-headed little devils, and its dripping eyes keep rolling, giving people a sneaky feeling.

The second gentleman breathed a few breaths, and when his body was full of spiritual energy, he was satisfied, and asked lightly:

"Why hasn't the poor acid come back?"

The wealthy ghost scratched his head, turned the abacus with his hands and feet swiftly, and said doubtfully after a while:

"Hey, why doesn't this poor scholar and bad gambler believe in him? It shouldn't be! The villain clearly followed the master's instructions and put a scatter of wealth on it!"

Mr. Er frowned slightly.

If the five ghosts want to be successful in carrying Taoism, they must carefully manipulate the souls.

While erasing the original sanity, one has to be careful to preserve the spirituality, which is more convenient to drive.

If it were just controlling the inflexible slaves and soul servants, like Shan Jun absorbing ghosts, it would be far from being called "Taoism".

Therefore, the five-headed kid has a certain freedom and knows how to adapt to changes.

Even if the second gentleman is respected as "Master" and holds the power of life and death, he cannot always know his whereabouts.

Generally speaking, he uses the wealthy ghost to contact various places, cooperate with the command, and exert the power of Taoism.

But now, the scattered wealth attached to the soul body is gone.

"The poor and the sour are afraid that they have suffered an accident, otherwise, why would they have not returned!

Carrying gas, applying bad luck, it is commonplace for it, where does it need to delay so long! "

Mr. Er's heart was slightly cold, and he immediately noticed the abnormality.

It was dispatched at the time of Qi Gui Chou, and now it has been Yin Shi, why hasn't he returned to return to life?

His eyes narrowed and he made a decisive decision.

Straight out of his arms, he took out a white jade life card, and wrote a scribbled and frantic word "ghost" on it.

The palm of the hand squeezed hard, and it turned into mud.

"..."

The wealthy ghost who bowed down and bowed down saw his eyelids twitch.

This is something closely related to their life.

As long as it is damaged, even if it is thousands of miles away, the imprisoned little ghost will have his soul broken, and his body and spirit will be destroyed.

"Sure enough! That Liaodong muddy leg is not easy to deal with! What a shock to him!"

Mr. Er's face sank, and he felt that something was wrong.

His original intention was to use the qi ghost to grind Ji Yuan's strong qi, so as to save the time to use his ultimate move, and the other party could turn the evil into good luck and escape the disaster.

"Hurry up and call the nan-nan-er and the fat-child outside.

The boy surnamed Ji is extremely fierce. If he knows that someone is plotting against it, he will definitely kill and find him immediately! "

Mr. Er hurriedly ordered.

Luo Long's lessons are at hand.

Just a little bit of wind.

Ji Yuan brought people to the door to capture them on the spot.

I heard that Guan was in the imperial prison and ate three hundred killing power sticks, and the whole person almost lost half of his life.

From this, it can be seen that this son's heart is ruthless, and he is definitely not a weak person.

"Master, Nan Nan and Chi Fei Er...they are silent."

The ghost of wealth called the abacus again, evoking the release of Sancai Sha, but he was shocked and said with a bitter look on his face.

"Wine and sex are also murdered? Impossible!

I have already warned them not to be too far away from the altar, so as not to cause extravagance! "

Mr. Er's eyes were full of light, and his elegant face trembled twice.

He didn't seem to believe it, and suddenly there were two more white jade life cards in his palm.

After crushing, as before, there was no movement.

"NanNan has the method of fascinated and turned upside down. It is a peach blossom evil formed by the desire of sex. I also specially collect the filthy aura of women's fall, menstruation, etc., and refine a miasma that restrains warriors. Disturbing people's minds."

The calm expression that Mr. Er had originally maintained was suddenly broken, and he muttered to himself:

"As for the obese child, it can burrow into the figure and fix its shape. Unless there is some insight in advance, it is impossible to avoid this trick."

As he said to Yang Ju, this five-ghost-carrying Dao technique took 20 years of work to achieve.

Three of the five little devils that were painstakingly refined and raised were gone in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Er was like a knife twisted in his heart, and it was like dripping blood.

He couldn't bear such a huge loss.

How many twenty years can there be in one life?

Especially a qi trainer like himself, who can harm the good and harm the heaven, absorb yin qi to transform inspiration, destroy the cauldron of the flesh, and is destined to have a short lifespan.

"Wait...Nannan and Chi Fei'er did not send troops to the patrol camp of Ma Si, they were completely destroyed, doesn't it mean...the mud legs are here!"

Mr. Er finally managed to gather his messy mind and return to normal thinking, but he was startled and his hair stood on end.

He got up in a hurry, and was about to shake the bell to mobilize the garrison sergeants who belonged to the military division.

bang!

A bang!

The whole house shook suddenly, and two sturdy wooden doors flew horizontally, causing a violent wave of air.

Spinning like a windmill, it was abruptly embedded in the rammed mud wall behind it!

The smoke and dust rustled down, as if it was raining heavily.

boom!

At this time, there happened to be a silver-white electric light.

Heaven and earth shine brightly.

Mr. Er, who was attacked by the door panel in time, opened his eyes wide, and a thin figure as tall and straight as a gun stepped over the threshold and entered the house.

White python flying fish, embroidered spring cold knife.

His eyes were cold and murderous.

"Ji Jiulang, Fusi of Beizhen, came to take your life."

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