The coffin was completely opened, and the thousand-year-old evil spirit reappeared in the world.
Yin energy overflowed, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a lot, causing Yan Qing to shiver, and he could compete with the spiritual power of his junior uncle.
Lin Du looked at the black mist and said, "Senior Meng, did I say anything wrong just now?"
Heiwu spoke slowly, as if he had not spoken for a long time, his voice was rough and unpleasant, "I don't know the existence of the Jingzhong Formation, and I don't know who it is."
Lin Du raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It doesn't matter, senior, come with me and the truth will be revealed."
The voice that seemed to be superimposed with echoes bUff spoke again, like rough sandpaper scratching people's eardrums, "You are only a twenty-year-old kid, how dare you plot against me."
The black mist suddenly moved, and a dark hand wrapped around Lin Du's neck.
Lin Du stood there, motionless, feeling like a cold snake wrapped around her neck. Her expression remained as usual, "I am still a child. If I don't leave a life-saving charm for myself, will it be possible to wait for death? You still want to follow me?" Do you care about me, a little baby?"
With the oath and the curse on her, if the evil spirit wants to hurt her, it will naturally be counterattacked by the curse.
"What's more, hearing is false and seeing is believing. Senior, if you follow me, you will naturally know that all my calculations are true."
The neck under the palm is too slender, and you can feel the beating pulse and flowing blood through the skin. With just a little force, you can kill this daring little baby.
The evil spirit did not go any further.
He didn't know how far the counterattack power of the spell would reach, but he had already felt the resistance of the power.
But the most important thing is that Lin Du was too calm, so calm that the evil ghost couldn't see any flaws. Even though he used the provoking method in the end, maybe what she said before was true.
The evil ghost let go of his hand, and Lin Du lowered his head and took the elixir that Xia Tian Wu sent to him to remove the yin energy.
"Uncle Junior, how did you find out that the evil ghost in the iron coffin belongs to Meng An." Xia Tian Wuyong asked via voice transmission.
Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, "This is just a random guess."
"Anyway, I took a look at the whole city and found only a few things that were wrong. After the soul gathering array is successful, the spell will become invalid. The evil spirit on this thousand-year-old evil ghost is different from the resentment on Shen Yan. It was trained from the sea of blood corpses. Evil spirit, his temperament is so violent and his strength is so strong, he looks like a martial artist wielding an axe."
"Anyway, now it seems that I guessed it right."
Xia Tian Wu:? Who is the reckless man?
What if this evil ghost is not Meng An, or may even be a force from the same side as the evil spirit. What if he deliberately agreed to it and later regretted it?
Oh, Lin Du used the oath charm.
No wonder she is so reckless.
"Then, senior, let's go. If we don't go... there may not be any scum left of your old friends."
Oh no, Lin Du regretted it after saying this. There was no scum left in this man long ago. Now he only has his soul trapped in the formation.
Here Lin Du has abducted a thousand-year-old evil spirit, and over there Yuan Ye's erhu has reached an intense and exciting climax.
The three spirits in the room were fighting back and forth. Shen Yan was gradually forced to a disadvantage by the evil spirits, and even his physical body gradually became insubstantial.
Yuan Ye was anxious, but he didn't dare to take a step inside the house.
An evil spirit that has been under the influence of incense for hundreds of years, and a monk whose soul body was definitely not low in cultivation before death. Shen Shen's previous cultivation level could not defeat them. Thousands of years have passed since his death, and the Yin Qi has still been partially suppressed. Even if The spirit of the Jingzhong Formation will lose energy over time, but it still cannot be defeated.
Seeing that Shen Yan was getting weaker and weaker, Yuan Ye was so blessed that he stopped playing music and instead tried to play the child's voice.
It was laughter at first, and then he thought of what Lin Du said when he told him about his mistake.
The erhu squeaked out, "Devil! Look at the sword!"
Ni Jinxuan looked at Yuan Ye with a strange expression.
Did Yin Xiu learn this in the first place?
Unexpectedly, just such an unlikely word, like a child making trouble, made Shen Yan's soul solidify.
At this moment, the three men and one ghost finally returned to the melon-eating front line.
Yuan Ye turned around happily at first, "Uncle, you are back..."
When he saw the black mist, his voice changed tone, "I won't be here for a while, the coffin board won't be able to hold it down?"
"No, you're not that heavy." Lin Du crossed his arms.
"Oh." Yuan Ye turned his head back obediently, then turned around again when he realized something, "Huh?"
"I released it." Lin Du patted the back of his head, "Pull yours out."
Yuan Ye used his spiritual consciousness to communicate and said, "What are you releasing for?"
"It's not about martial ethics to fight two against one. I'll let him join in and make three against one." Lin Du smiled wantonly.
Yuan Ye:? No, it sounds less morally friendly and less conducive to formality.
But seeing that black mist entering the room without any obstacles, Shen Yan, who had finally regained his strength in the room, was now holding the small wooden sword that had been corroded to the point of decay by the evil spirit's energy. The sword's energy was firm and sharp. With a desperate move of mutual destruction.
Being flanked in front and behind him, he attacked desperately and no longer defended.
A powerful aura suddenly entered the room, causing the evil spirits and formation souls to pause for a moment.
Shen Yan didn't care what the thing was, it was also here to completely obliterate him, so he pierced the evil spirit's body with one sword.
At this moment, the evil spirit had transformed into a normal human form, with a colorful body, holding an axe, but its face was the same as the original statue, with huge fangs, wide-eyed eyes, and a face full of patterns.
The majesty that had previously frightened the evil spirits turned into a ferocious and terrifying appearance. Once again, he was stabbed by the sword energy of the short wooden sword. The center of the evil spirit was empty, and then a thin gray mist leaked out, like the green smoke of burning incense. .
"Who are you?" The evil spirit turned to look at this uninvited guest that he was quite afraid of.
The black mist slowly turned into a tall human form, and then the black mist slowly solidified into the appearance of a real person.
The man was born with a fair baby face, and was only the height of an ordinary man. He was not as fierce and strong as the tall clay statue. He was unarmed and looked completely intimidating.
But as soon as it appeared, the formation soul's attack on Shen Yan stopped, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Little Lord?"
"It's me, Brother Xiong. This clay statue you made for me is really ugly. What's going on? Are you trying to take revenge on me? Did you build it according to your own personality?"
The man's voice was no longer as rough as if he was deliberately threatening Lin Du to test whether she was deliberately deceiving, but it was clearer and even had a childish tone.
Meng An stood there, "Why, why do you do this?"
The formation soul opened his mouth, "When... did you come back?"
"It's been a long time," Meng An smiled, "I thought the little doll was lying to me, but I didn't expect it to be true. It turns out you are really so stupid."
The soul of the formation was about to say something, but was interrupted by Meng An, "But now is not the time to reminisce about the past. It is the responsibility of my Meng family to kill evil spirits, so let's kill this evil spirit first."
His eyebrows were crooked, and then a large amount of evil energy gathered in his hand, turning into a giant axe, which did not match his handsome baby face.
The evil spirit was inexplicably panicked. It turned to look at the formation soul, "You are the formation soul of the loyal formation that protects this statue of mine. Now someone has destroyed this statue and wants to kill me. Shouldn't you kill him?" ?”
The formation soul is only loyal to one person, but now that the idol is broken, when the formation soul was originally set, was it loyal to the idol...or the ghost of Meng An that did not exist at that time?
Obviously not Mengan's ghost.
But the soul of the formation remained motionless, "What I will protect after death is the soul-gathering curse on the statue's bones. What I am loyal to during my lifetime is Meng An, the young master of the Meng family."
"An evil spirit composed of mere desires, does it deserve to be called a god?" Meng An smiled scornfully and raised his axe, "It's just a fake of mine."
Inside the temple, the situation suddenly changed, from one versus two to three versus one.
Yuan Ye realized that the three-on-one fight played by his junior uncle was definitely not the three-on-one game that normal people understood.
What a morally sound and reasonable three-on-one game!
