Twilight Boundary

"At first I thought the Hu family's method of controlling the year was overbearing, but now it seems that the Meng family's Yin-tong technique is not bad at all..."

At the same time, Hu Ma led Xiao Hongtang, who held a brazier in her arms, and walked to the street. She also saw the Shima Town, which was shrouded in a strange mist, and there was a mournful atmosphere everywhere. Voice.

The account books of Yiqianjiao are clearly written one by one. This Lantern Festival was also designed by Haosheng. Why is it that it collapsed at the first touch?

The ten jars of blessings raised with evil things were enough to bless the people of the house. However, faced with the methods of the Meng family, they only lasted for such a moment...

It can only be said that compared with the other party, Yiqianjiao is too far behind. The blessings accumulated for many years are easily taken away by others...

"Xiao Hongtang, light up the brazier!"

Hu Ma walked out of the house, took a deep breath, and said: "After you light the brazier, you stay by the brazier. Once the brazier goes out, run, run faster. If you encounter danger, the things in the basket Everything can be used.”

Xiao Hongtang's eyes lit up as she listened: "All of them?"

Hu Ma nodded: "Everything."

Xiao Hongtang immediately nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, hurry up and put out the brazier..."

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Hu Ma was startled for a moment, thinking that she would have to pay more attention to the education of children in the future, otherwise Xiao Hongtang would become like the Red Lantern Lady and Miaoshan Fairy...

I felt funny in my heart, but I strode out of the house and stood on the street. Just a moment ago, there was still a bustling crowd around me, but now it was a bustle. I heard countless cries and moans in my ears, and every one I saw in my eyes was a A dejected commoner.

Some people even saw the figure coming out and subconsciously wanted to reach out for help, but Hu Ma walked directly past him and looked up at the sky above the town.

Now that his soul has been condensed, he has cultivated the Dharma, and his senses have become more sensitive. Before that, he could only feel the rolling winds swirling together, and his heart was irritable and frightened, but he didn't know what was wrong.

But now, looking at it, one can vaguely see a tall figure in the night sky and the diffuse black fog, looking decadent and misty, heading in the direction of the town, holding four sticks of incense in his hand, slowly Yes, he kowtowed to the town.

Turning around in a circle, there were eight of them.

He could vaguely be seen wearing a robe and a straw crown, surrounding the town.

Every time I bowed to the town, the uneasy and uncomfortable atmosphere in the town became more intense, and the cold wind passing through the streets seemed to become more violent.

Under this pressure, Hu Ma was inexplicably a little excited.

Since he became a Dharma practitioner, he has never used it happily, but now he is aroused. What's more, the arrogance inherent in the mighty Tiangong General Yin Dharma has gradually given him a bit of heroism.

"Master Ma, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly whispered. This voice came from his mouth, but the person standing next to him might not be able to hear it.

This is exactly one of the three unique skills at the Qiqiao level after he entered the mansion, Ghost Whispering.

The other two are White Light Needle and Evil Soul Breath, which are abilities exerted through the eyes and nose respectively.

As soon as the words came out, in the stable of the inn, the horse was lying there listlessly when the light ceremony started. When the cold wind started to blow, it stood up. The horse was restless, shaking his head and tail, and his ears suddenly became loud. stood up.

"Xilulu..."

It suddenly became excited and mustered up all the strength in its body. The horse's head was raised so violently that the stable post that tied the reins to its mouth was suddenly broken by it. The stable turned over in half, and the innocent donkey was thrown away. and other people's livestock were smashed underneath.

Then Ma Ye flew out of the inn with his hooves flying, and rushed forward regardless of the wailing around him.

Old Abacus was sitting on the steps not far away, holding a small crumpled flag in his arms. He shrank his head, looked at Master Ma and ran out excitedly. He seemed to know what he wanted to do and didn't stop him. .

He just sighed helplessly: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Running in front of others to deal with their arrangements?"

"It's the same for you kid. If someone slaps you, it's over if you can't bear it. If you don't bear it, then the world will be in chaos..."

"..."

"Thank you!"

When Hu Ma saw Mr. Ma rushing over from the end of the street in excitement, he jumped up and sat on its back. He let out a breath of anger and was about to rush out of the town, but suddenly he felt that there was something missing in his hand. What.

With his soul out of his body and his keen senses, he seemed to hear something calling him somewhere in this town.

Suddenly I felt happy, and I immediately rode in that direction.

In the blacksmith shop, the master who forged the knife also took advantage of the evil atmosphere in this town and the bad fortune, and risked his life to forge the knife to a high temperature.

Then he picked up the knife with large pliers and thrust it into the Tai Sui blood that had been prepared nearby. Green smoke suddenly rose, and vaguely, all the disciples seemed to hear a strange and ferocious laugh.

They are all young men in their teens and 20s. They are strong and strong. They hammer and forge iron every day. They have developed a good body and a good courage.

But when he was forced by this fierce knife, his scalp was numb with fear, and he staggered back several steps.

"Good knife, good knife..."

The old master raised the knife and stared at it, as if he was also possessed by the evil spirit. He actually laughed loudly: "My old man has been in the art for many years, and I don't know how many good things he has made."

"But I don't know why, but I feel like I'm obsessed with forging this sword. This skill doesn't seem to be mine, but like someone borrowed my bone to forge the sword."

"This, this is not a sword that I can forge, but...but it was indeed forged with my hands..."

"..."

He was full of confusion and was praising loudly. His expression was alternately happy and angry, as if he was crazy. His voice suddenly dropped in his voice: "No, no, there's still something missing..."

"How can such a ferocious soldier have nothing to offer sacrifice to the sword? Sacrifice the sword..."

"..."

As he murmured in his mouth, his eyes became cold and stern, and he looked at the disciples around him. The disciples turned pale with fright and retreated to the edge of the room, as if they were afraid that the master would come over with a knife.

But the old master did not rush over, but glanced at their faces one by one with a sinister look, always feeling dissatisfied.

But when I accidentally lowered my head, I saw my reflection in the bucket of Tai Sui's blood next to me. For a moment, my eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and a trace of cruelty and possession gradually appeared in my eyes. General obsession.

The blade was not free, and it slowly moved towards his chest, falling down bit by bit.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching quickly outside the shop. Amidst the thunderous sound of hooves, a voice shouted: "The cunning thing has been released from the oven. How can it be better?" Don’t you want to come soon?”

"Uh-huh!"

After hearing this, the knife that was about to land on the old master's chest suddenly trembled. The old master couldn't help himself, swung the knife with his arm, and threw the knife out of the window.

It wasn't until the knife came out of the window that he finally gasped. The pliers clattered to the ground, facing the horrified eyes of so many waiters in the shop. As if he realized what had just happened, he knelt down with a plop.

"Snapped!"

Hu Ma, who was riding a fast horse and passed by outside the shop, stretched out his hand at the right time and grabbed the knife that came out of the broken window.

The blade of the blade was as hot as coals of fire, instantly scalding the skin and flesh of his palm to a crisp. But his palm turned to death, so he held it firmly in his hand, crossed the blade, faced the rolling wind, and looked at it intently. .

The sword is three feet and seven inches long, specializing in cutting three souls and seven souls. The blade is six inches and seven minutes wide, and can cut off seven emotions and six desires. The handle has not yet been inlaid, but there is fine iron extending out of the handshake, forged into the shape of a ghost's head. The mouth was wide open, but it was holding a black bone.

What a vicious sword. Although it is based on a waist sword, it is now shaped into the shape of the most evil ghost-headed sword. It is heavy and full of weight.

In particular, this knife is integrated with the black bone, and there are layers of strange patterns on the blade, which makes this knife seem to be more sinister and evil, making it terrifying.

Looking at him like this, Hu Ma could even feel that she was facing a ferocious evil spirit, with the evil energy billowing towards her face. She vaguely seemed to have turned into a ferocious ghost, and it was about to rush directly into her face. superior.

"Um?"

He was slightly dissatisfied and glared at the knife.

"Uh-huh!"

The knife seemed to calm down all of a sudden, the ghostly shadow suddenly disappeared, and even the evil spirit on the knife dissipated instantly, and the hot blade became a little warmer.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear a sly, ghostly laugh.

"Recover, now it's time to use this fierceness!"

Hu Ma looked at it, but frowned again, and whispered, the knife was immediately overjoyed, and the strange lines on the body spread like it came to life, and the evil energy wrapped around the knife, with a kind of sinister greed like unbearable hunger and thirst.

It was this kind of ferocity that Hu Ma liked the most. He laughed loudly, picked up the horse's reins, and immediately let go of his four hooves and rushed out of the town.

Outside the town, tall grass-headed eight-year-old gods that almost blended into the night all bowed to the town. The rolling gloomy wind blew in. The farther out of the town, the stronger it became, and there was no trace of the wind inside. Mixed with howls of ghosts and gods.

But one person, one sword, and one horse, facing the rolling wind, became more and more excited.

The horse's hooves were galloping like thunder, and the evil spirit was billowing from the sword. For the first time after cultivating the Great Mighty God General Seal, Hu Ma had such a strong and domineering desire, his soul surged, and he screamed wildly.