Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Mu Qingyu went on to say: "From the point she just led you into the trap, she must have been treated as a shackle and has no sense of her own."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart sinks and says: “No, then why do she still know who I am and ask me to loosen her real name?”

"Remembrance, it should still exist, but the disappearance of the gods, the words that she begged you, and others controlled her."

Mu Qingyu looked at him and said with some concern. "Yangyang brother, your friend is already dead. Now that he is resurrected, he only borrowed her **** and the soul of the soul. It is no longer her. Just like... ”

After thinking about it, he said: "It is like a person who donates an organ after death and can survive on others, but it is not the original one."

Ye Shaoyang sighed hard. "In fact, I thought about it at the time. If it is really Xiaohui, it is impossible to lead me into a trap."

Xiaohui used to save himself and how can he harm himself?

Mu Qingyu said: "If you don't let go of the golden-winged butterfly, she can't go. You can catch her in the past, and you can investigate the truth."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, she said, she knew that she was hesitant at the time, but in the end she still couldn’t stand Xiaohui’s suffering, and she could not bear it for a while...

I thought about it from beginning to end. It felt complicated. I didn’t know why Xiaohui would become a salt-free ghost girl. I don’t know why the other party should control her to deal with herself. The only thing I know is:

Most of this incident is related to the Great Wuxian family. The accident is also good, and the conspiracy is worth mentioning. In any case, I have to find the Big Wuxian family to find out the truth.

Thinking of this, Ye Shaoyang inquired about the situation of the Great Wuxian family.

"The Great Wuxian family is a hidden sect. It is very mysterious. I have only heard the legends. I have never touched them. You ask me to ask questions."

The words of Mu Qingyu made Ye Shaoyang feel disappointed, but after stopping for a while, she added:

"The sorcerer is divided into sites. This 18th village is my brother's site. If the big sorcerer family really came here, my brother must have a way to find out their traces. Let's go back to the corpse, wait for my brother to come home, you I can ask him for help."

Ye Shaoyang promised to come down and press the excitement, no longer thinking about it, and going back to the place where Mu Qing and Wu Yao went back before going to the corpse.

This series of strange events has completely scared Wu Yao. At this time, he looks at each other and follows the two closely.

"Right, that bowl of bowls!" Ye Shaoyang slammed his head and proposed to look at the bowl of the bowl. The three came to the top of the mountain and found that the cave was still there, but the bowl was gone.

Mu Qingyu said: "I said, the bowl will run."

"You said before, what does the seven-layer bowl mean?"

"There are a total of seven layers of bowls. The more layers there are, the more evil things are inside."

Ye Shaoyang indulged a moment and asked: "Is the evil thing inside here Xiaohui?"

"It shouldn't be. The bowls are all things in ancient times. The evils inside have been repaired for at least a few hundred years. Maybe we saw this, the evil inside is gone, and the salt-free ghosts just take up the blood of the bowl. Nest. Of course, all this may be done by the wizard, not her own intention."

Ye Shaoyang nodded and said nothing.

At the moment, only the first time to return to the 18th village, wait for the return of the Qingfeng, and then ask him about the whereabouts of the Great Wuxian family...

On the way down the mountain, Ye Shaoyang remembered the white moth that flew out of the body before Mu Qingyu and Xiaohui, and asked her what it was.

Mu Qingyu hesitated, saying that it was his own life locust.

Miaojiang wizards, regardless of black and white, will raise a life locust, all witchcraft, to put it all through the power of locusts.

Raising a cockroach can not only do bad things, but also do good things, such as the deployment of witch medicine, divination and exorcism, all need to drive the locusts to carry out.

Mu Qingyu is the most powerful golden silkworm cocoon in witchcraft. It has been formed into an eight-pointed figure. It has already become a butterfly, but it takes a long time to practice to achieve perfection.

"I am an amateur."

Mu Qingyu is embarrassed to smile. "I am practicing gold silkworm cocoon. It is supported by my brother. Our family has a family-supported sputum technique. It is also a secret method. So it is easier to cultivate. Otherwise, I will use the level of this half. Is it so fast?"

"Your brother... What is the life locust?" Ye Shaoyang was asked casually.

Mu Qingyu grinned. "This is a secret. It is the biggest card of a wizard. It is generally not known. Others know what you are using and it is easy to deal with you. You are my own." People, I will tell you."

Turning head to Wu Yao said: "We are also suffering, I am not against you, you have to keep me secret."

Wu Yao nodded and said: "My life is all saved, rest assured."

The three men went all the way down to the place where they parked their bodies. Fortunately, these bodies were there, a lot.

Mu Qingyu was injured in the fighting, sitting down for a while, then practicing the corpse and going to the 18th village.

Ghost domain, the north bank of the Yinshui River is hundreds of miles deep.

In a valley filled with white mist, there are heavy ghosts, going back and forth between the valleys, constantly spitting ghosts, and banned between the valleys.

There are ghosts everywhere, and a dead phase, even if it is a sinister land, there is no such strange weather.

Deep in the valley, on a mountain, stands a building, red walls and blue tiles, the shape is simple, like a Taoist temple in the world.

The group stood under the door and looked up at the plaque above.

The road wind stood in front of him, wearing a green shirt that did not change for thousands of years, and raised the whip. A long hair was dressed in a Taoist style, knotted behind his head, then hanged down and fluttered gently in the yin wind.

Guagua sneaked up the mountain, turned into a 12-year-old body, astringent breath, kneeling on a blade of grass, eyes wide open.

After seeing the wind, there is still a row of four people: the first one on the left is the old acquaintance Chen Lu, on the side is a pair of modern dressed men and women, standing with their hands together, it should be a couple, the man’s right, standing Jianwen Emperor with a yellow robe.

These four people exude two breaths of different colors, Gua Gua distinguishes them, Chen Lu and Jian Wendi are ghosts, and the couple are evil spirits, strong evil, at first glance is a hard scorpion, especially the man, It seems to be unfathomable.

Guagua is not necessarily his opponent.

Behind these four people, they still stood in a row of black robes, and they all had no face. Guagua has seen it more than once, knowing that they are all younger brothers who don’t know how to accept them. The most evil one on the far left is the ancient evil spirit.

(The power outage, the notebook will be out of power, had to send the written first. The remaining chapter calls and then write, rest assured that this chapter will not be less.)