The valley at the fifth altar of the Ghost King Sect is like a village hidden in the mountains to avoid war.

After all, these ghost cultivators are not real ghosts. Many of them have families and daily life needs.

However, compared to normal villages, there is indeed a bit more gloomy ghostly spirit here.

The large house courtyard at the center of the valley is a forbidden area that ordinary disciples and even Gui Xiu's family are not allowed to enter.

A wide and deep lobby is like a craft workshop, with long, wide, tall, short and various wooden shelves.

Some racks are placed with small bowls inlaid with gold and jade, some are placed with crystal-like drumsticks, some are posted with paper-like things, and some are already painted with complex and mysterious plans.

These things are placed there, and they won’t feel special at first glance. But there is a special smell in the house, like blood, but it is not entirely true. In short, it will make people feel very uncomfortable.

A skinny old man sat next to a table with various tools such as saws, saws, chisels, carvings, and carvings.

An oil lamp sways in the wind.

This person is Mu Si, the inner sect elder of the fifth altar of the Ghost King Sect.

There were several pale fan bones in front of Musi. The finest and smoothest skin made of human skin peeled between the pure girl's chest and abdomen was being pinched by him with tweezers and carefully spread on the human bone.

He was making the magic weapon "Soul-Summoning Drum". Two days ago, he met a master from Fengchang Temple, Mr. Tang. He hurriedly fought for several times and destroyed several magic weapons.

Elder Mu ran away decisively when he saw that the situation was not good. Although he could escape his life, some magical tools were destroyed. Especially his attacking and defense beads made of the eyebrows of 108 girls. Thanks to this magical tool, he was able to escape, but this magical tool was also destroyed.

Elder Mu has ordered a few capable disciples to help him find another 108 girls who still maintain the body of Yuanyin as soon as possible. He wants to reprimand this protective magic weapon.

What he made now is just a few small magic tools. The next one was inlaid with gold edges, decorated with silver beads, and the middle bowl-shaped part was pale. It was made of the skull of a captured girl when she passed by the old house of the Su family last night.

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The carriage should be carrying rice, flour and vegetables. Chen Xuanqiu attached to the carriage and smelled the smell on the carriage.

When the car was about to turn into a remote courtyard, Chen Xuanqiu fell silently to the ground, motionless until the carriage walked away.

The night is dim, the sky is full of stars, and the night sky in the valley is particularly clear and quiet.

Chen Xuanqiu lay quietly for a moment before he stood up, held the ground with one hand, crouched around and looked around. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his figure disappeared into the shadow of the earth wall beside him, blending into it, and could no longer be discovered.

The cicada is attached to a tall branch, and it spreads its wings and flies away with a slight move. It is not easy to catch even during the day. Do you know what to do? It can be done without any effort. Do you want to catch the cicada when you catch it?

Chen Xuanqiu knows.

In the dense forest at night, a fire was set up, and then kicked the tree one by one. The cicadas who were alarmed would instinctively fly to the only place of light. When you walk back to pick up cicadas, your feet will be stomping on them, endlessly.

Do you know how to catch thatched sparrows with bare hands?

Chen Xuanqiu knows.

Just hold a lamp and illuminate the nest in the thatch. Even if you reach out to grab it, the bird can no longer see anything else and cannot flap its wings and fly away.

Archers are a very terrible group of troops on the battlefield. They are used properly and can destroy the will of an army by relying solely on them. How can you slaughter them at will like cattle and sheep? As long as you can rush to their hands, you have a horse and a knife in your hand.

Practitioners are awesome. Ghost cultivators who do not cultivate their physical body and specialize in thinking about their souls are even more fearful and fearful.

Mortals gathered up to face ten martial arts masters who were flying over the eaves and walls, but they did not have the courage to face a weak mage who seemed to fall down as soon as they were blown.

Because no matter how high martial arts are, he can understand it. However, the magic is too mysterious and mysterious, and people will feel more awe of what they don’t understand.

However, this situation does not exist in Chen Xuanqiu. He has not practiced the Dharma, but the people he has come into contact with since childhood are all those who practice the Dharma.

He knew very well that if he could not become a real person, he could not reach the instant state of thoughts and achievement. As long as the mage was approached by him, it would be no different from a chicken with legs and wings tied up.

If you are a ghost cultivator who does not cultivate the body, you will be a big chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

However, Chen Xuanqiu never fought happily when he was on Qingping Mountain, because his senior brothers and sisters were both practicing both martial arts and martial arts.

But in this Dragon Valley, there is no such master.

Two people appeared on the road ahead, with thin body and robe wrapped around them, like a bamboo pole covered with a bed sheet in the night wind, indescribable loneliness.

Chen Xuanqiu didn't know if they were cultivators, because Chen Xuanqiu didn't give them any chance to show them. Chen Xuanqiu walked like a cat and appeared quietly behind them. With just one sword, they were as thin as a cucumber and cut off the neck of a melon.

There are talismans cast on the sword. Even if the two have ghosts and even cultivate into Yin Gods, without any precautions, their physical bodies will be destroyed, and the magic power of the talisman sword will also disperse the Yin Gods. The two fell to the ground with a "bang" sound, and never made a sound until they died.

Chen Xuanqiu fell and suddenly rushed forward.

Stealing, rushing, sword, stealth...

Chen Xuanqiu, who had learned the Zhenwu mental method, but was invincible as an assassin, was invincible. He was as powerful as a bamboo shoot. His body and skills were practiced, and his disciples of the Ghost King Sect really became ghosts.

"puff!"

An elder of the Ghost King Sect pushed out the door and Chen Xuanqiu, who had just sneaked to the door, slashed with a sword. The ghost cultivator first took a sword before seeing Chen Xuanqiu's face.

After a moment of stammering, his body was separated from each other. This person had achieved success in practicing Taoism, his qi and blood were almost exhausted. He was split into a sword and there was not much blood splashing out. His body was already dry and almost like a single one was left for a winter, with no moisture, and the flesh dried into silky oranges.

Chen Xuanqiu had another sword. Before the elder of the Ghost King Sect could figure out the situation, the Yin God that was flying out in a daze was shattered by a sword. Then Chen Xuanqiu rushed into the room.

A pretty woman was lying on the couch with a thin quilt covering her, and there was no one else except her.

"mortal?"

Chen Xuanqiu hesitated for a moment. He was not a person who could slaughter coldly. After all, he was influenced by twenty-six years of modern civilization. If this woman was captured here, she had been humiliated first and then died in vain under his sword, he would not be able to do it.

"Ah, come here, someone breaks into this sect..."

Well, it is undoubtedly a disciple of the Ghost King Sect.

Chen Xuanqiu no longer hesitated and slashed with a sword.

Blood light rose, and the corpse was hanging on the couch. The female disciple did not even sacrifice the Yin God to form, but directly had the soul in her body, and she was destroyed with a sword.

But the woman's screams spread in the quiet night, and the silent Huilong Valley began to stir up.

The commotion was small at first, and soon became the hustle and bustle of the entire valley.

Chen Xuanqiu was not panicked at all. He had already escaped from the room and disappeared without a trace.

He never thought that he could destroy this entire branch without disturbing everyone.

Since the enemy has been alarmed, just change the way of playing.

When he was nine and a half years old, Chen Xuanqiu cried and scolded his master as an old bastard, while being chased by a thousand-pound bear that was deterred by a fierce tiger. However, in the end, he sat on the mountain of meat without any injuries and became the final winner.

As long as he has not been forced to start running, he will not worry at all.

The commotion became more and more serious, because the people from the Ghost King Sect suddenly discovered that they had not even figured out who the enemy was and how many they had come, and nearly twenty disciples and elders had died in a cowardly manner.

The central lobby was filled with people. The altar master Wang Dong and the guardian elder Mu Si rushed over. After listening to people reporting on the casualties, their faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

Mu Si's heart tightened and suddenly remembered the young priest of Fengchang Temple who forced him to destroy the powerful magic weapon Hundred Skeletons two days ago. Could it be that he was chasing him?

Wang Dong sneered: "Okay! Someone dared to provoke me, Ghost King Sect, find him for me, go up to the qiongbi and fall down to the underworld, and find him for me."

As soon as Wang Dong finished speaking, the shrill and desolate sound of suona suddenly rang out from afar.

People from the inner sect of the Ghost King Sect are specialized in practicing and do not accept rituals for secular people, so they really don’t hear the sound of suona often.

The sound of the suona is like sorrow and sorrow, but it does not return in a low voice, as if the heavens are dancing to the sky.

"On there!" Someone pointed in one direction and shouted loudly.

"Catch him!" The Lord of the King was already angry. When he cast a spell, he turned into a ghost and shot like lightning.
Chapter completed!