A middle-aged Taoist priest with a short beard and a fair complexion held a Dharma plate in his left hand and made seals with his right hand. He was muttering something in his mouth and kept walking back and forth around the three-mile-large reef island. He had been walking here for two days and spent a lot of energy and energy. Effortless deduction.
The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly stood still, his eyes flashing, and pointed toward the southwest in the dusk.
"There are underwater reefs three miles away from the island. Mr. Lu, please explore carefully!"
A young scholar named Lu Changkong showed a smile on his face and raised his hands and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Master He's calculation!" He said to a young monk Kong Wuli: "Master Yuanji, please take care of Master He and wait for me on the water. .”
Monk Yuanji nodded in agreement and did not rush to get into the water.
The scholar and two other men formed a formation with their magic weapons in hand, and slowly walked into the water. The undulating sea water was illuminated by the treasure's light, showing a vast white and transparent area. As the three people dived deeper, the light gradually dimmed to nothing.
Monk Yuanji walked slowly in the air, paying attention to the movements everywhere.
The last ray of light on the horizon disappeared, darkness shrouded the sky, and the sea breeze blew.
About a quarter of an hour later, the monk suddenly ducked in front of Master He who was sitting cross-legged in the air and adjusting his breath. Without saying a word, his fists were like meteors flying towards the moon and flew into the air a hundred feet away. A black shadow appeared in embarrassment and he received a punch. It rolled and fell into the seawater and disappeared without a trace.
The middle-aged Taoist priest opened his eyes, stared at the sea where the black shadow escaped, and said: "Don't chase after the poor enemy, it is a fourth-level ghost, be careful of its plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
Monk Yuanji asked curiously: "Why are there still fourth-level ghosts here? Didn't it mean that the fourth-level evil spirits in the Duxian Islands were killed by the monks from the Eastern Continent?"
He became more and more afraid to leave five feet away from the middle-aged Taoist priest.
It's hard to guard against ghosts in the night. He was entrusted by Mr. Lu to take care of He Qiyuan, a hexagram master with little fighting ability.
"Maybe it was a fish that slipped through the net back then, or maybe it was a ghost cultivator who came from other places."
The middle-aged Taoist priest cast a protective spell on himself and continued: "Two Taoists, Mu Yunjian and Bao Qinghua, must have been plotted by ghosts. There is probably a nest of fourth-level ghosts here. Master Yuanji, please search for them underwater. Mr. Lu and the others sent a message to remind them to be careful and guard against sneak attacks by ghosts."
Monk Yuanji took out the flying sword, muttered a few words silently, wrapped the flying sword with magic power and threw it into the water.
After waiting for a moment, there was a sound of water, and four figures rushed out of the water and flew into the air. The extra woman among them was Bao Qinghua, who had been missing for a long time. Her body was wrapped in a cold aura, and her face was slightly green and black. He looked a little confused.
One of the young Taoist priests was somewhat concerned about the fallen Mu Yun, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Senior Sister Bao, what strange things happened to you that day? Who killed my brother? Please tell me in detail."
Bao Qinghua looked around and found that she was near the desert island where the ghost was ambushed that day. She heard another fourth-level senior brother from the same sect quickly transmitting messages to tell her what had happened. Only then did she realize that she was trapped in the water by a ghost. More than a year has passed since the rain, but Mu Yunjian's life lamp has only been extinguished for less than half a month.
On that day, the ghost used ghost magic to control her and she was uneasy and attacked Mu Yunjian in a blink of an eye. She also suffered a backhand blow from Mu Yunjian and almost lost half of her life. Such secrets cannot be told and she dare not tell them. Come out, otherwise you will be in trouble.
The woman gathered her thoughts for a moment and arrived at Wandering Island that day. She and Mu Yunjian competed with the fourth-level monks from the Eastern Continent who were stationed on the island, and won two games in a row. Later, they heard that Zhang Guanzhu, a master from the Eastern Continent, was performing rituals on Piaoling Island, and they were very happy. The arrogant Mu Yunjian was delighted to see Hunter Xin. Zhou Zhi took him to Piaoling Island to compete with Zhang Guanzhu. After only two moves, Mu Yunjian was seriously injured and defeated.
She supported Mu Yunjian on his return journey through the night and rested on this deserted island, but was ambushed and plotted by ghosts. She recounted everything in detail, only concealing the fact that she was controlled by ghosts and took action against Mu Yunjian.
Lu Changkong and others had already been to Wandering City and heard Zhou Zhi say that the discussion that day was similar to what Bao Qinghua said.
"Two moves severely damaged fellow Taoist Mu, so powerful!"
Monk Yuanji did not conceal the fighting spirit in his eyes and murmured.
Before the young Taoist priest could ask further questions, a gloomy and low voice came from the distance: "When will it be the turn of the monks from the vast continent to come and run wild in the Duxian Islands? Hehe, you all deserve to die!"
Two figures had already swooped over. They were Monk Yuanji and Senior Brother Bao Qinghua. Suddenly, a wave several feet high appeared out of thin air in the darkness and hit the two of them.
Monk Yuanji swung his fist, and the shadows of his fists overlapped like mountains, and the icy waves shattered with several "bang bangs".
The sea is vast, but where are the ghosts?
Hearing a woman's scream from behind, the two hurriedly flew back. They saw Bao Qinghua covering her forehead, her face turned pale, and black energy was flowing from her body. It was obvious that she had been restrained by a ghost and was in danger.
"offend!"
Lu Changkong's strike was like lightning, and he quickly restrained the weak woman, and said to the middle-aged Confucian monk who flew back: "Brother Zhuang, please investigate for Junior Sister Bao. If there is a hidden danger, we will find a way to eradicate it as soon as possible."
The middle-aged Confucian cultivator put his palm on the woman's shoulder with a solemn expression and silently recited the saint's classics. A rich and awe-inspiring aura enveloped the woman's body.
He Qiyuan, the hexagram master, quickly moved the dharma plate in his hand and stared at the woman ten feet away. He made calculations with his right hand and found that he had already figured out some clues. However, it was better to do less than to do more. He did not want to offend anyone.
After a long while, the black energy from Bao Qinghua's body dissipated. The middle-aged scholar released his palm and shook his head slightly towards Lu Changkong, indicating that he was okay.
Bao Qinghua's expression returned to normal, and she bowed to several people.
She vaguely felt that something was wrong. The ghost was too powerful and there seemed to be a big problem with her own state of mind.
She currently just wants to return to her sect and does not want to stay in the Duxian Islands any longer to avoid another accident.
"Let's go back to Duxian City first and discuss with Master Fayuan. How many ghosts are entrenched here? We must put in some effort to help the Eastern Continent capture them. Master He, please!"
There was no emotion or anger on Lu Changkong's face, but it was obviously impossible to go back like this.
That ghost has provoked me face to face again and again. I wonder what it can rely on?
The suspicion of the monks from the Eastern Continent has been cleared. They can deal with the ghosts in the dark with peace of mind, and they don't have to be constantly on guard against plots from the Eastern Continent.
"Mr. Lu please, everyone please!"
He Qiyuan, the hexagram master, smiled and extended his hand to be polite, and he and Lu Changkong flew ahead, towards the direction of Duxian's main island.
Mu Yunjian's clan brother, the young Taoist priest, still had many doubts in his mind, but it was inconvenient to ask more questions at this time. Why did the ghost just let Bao Qinghua go without any injuries, but then killed his clan brother? There must be a reason for this.
When the time comes, he will ask the hexagram master He Qiyuan alone.
He realized that Bao Qinghua was hiding something and what he said was not true.
Above the deserted island, a figure named Yu Menglong appeared. He stared at the direction of the group of people disappearing into the night, with a sinister smile on his lips, and said to himself: "The bait has been thrown out, and the second fish is about to take the bait!"
Behind him, two thin ghost figures floated, looming.
The more fourth-level ghosts he has on hand, the greater the role he can play. This trip to the Duxian Islands has been fruitful.
He also found an excellent host body from the best, and it is currently being cultivated on Duxian Island. It will be available for use in a few years. When Taoist Zhang completes the jade bone puppet refining and goes to the vast continent, his strength will reach the next level. New level.
He is looking forward to the trip to the vast continent.
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