Chapter 65 The Golden Sword is Spiritual, Splitting Mortal Shapes!
"Presumptuous, I am not a ghost, I am a god!"
In the Erlang Temple, a broken tile flew over, and the voice shouted: "You are called Tianqiao Zhang Daxian, what is your lay name?"
Zhang Zhenfeng swung his sword to split the broken tiles and stepped forward slowly: "With your moral skills, you are not worthy of asking my name. Come out and watch me break your Ghost Bone Yin Wind Formation!"
Woohoo——!
From all directions, dark winds swept in.
The black mist became so thick that I couldn't even see my fingers.
Pale ghost faces and pairs of skinny white bone claws rushed toward Zhang Zhenfeng.
"You are a small skill, but you dare to do it in front of me!" Zhang Zhenfeng was not afraid, he used the Xuanyang magic skill, poured it into the peach wood sword, flew vertically and horizontally, and approached Erlang Temple.
Whoosh whoosh!
In the ruined temple, broken bricks and tiles flew like raindrops.
Zhang Zhenfeng's mahogany sword danced into a circle of light, blocking all attacks from the circle of light. He smiled and said, "Yao Dao, please save your strength."
At this time, Liu Banxian also started taking action.
He started from the southeast corner first. When he saw black smoke rising from the ground three steps away from the corner, he knew it was the center of the formation. He unzipped the zipper without hesitation and started peeing.
I don't know what was buried underground, but it had a huge reaction with Liu Banxian's high-sugar urine, and white smoke immediately hissed out and shot straight into the night sky.
Liu Banxian laughed loudly and felt very satisfied. He smiled and laughed. Suddenly he remembered that there were other triangles. He hurriedly squeezed the faucet switch and ran towards the northeast corner.
Zhang Zhenfeng had already reached the temple gate, but he was not in a hurry to go in, waiting for Liu Banxian.
Two minutes later, the black fog around me gradually dissipated.
Zhang Zhenfeng rushed into the temple door with his sword in hand, and used Night Fighting to protect his whole body. His eyes searched in the darkness, and he saw a masked man in black standing under the southwest corner holding a sword.
"Zhang Daxian, you are so clever!"
The man in black pulled out his sword and sneered: "You can tell from my Ghost Bone Yin Wind Formation that I must be an expert from a famous family. Do you dare to tell me your real name?"
Zhang Zhenfeng held up the mahogany sword levelly: "If you beat the mahogany sword in my hand, I will tell you."
"good!"
The man in black swung his sword and made a feint, then quickly turned around and pointed the tip of the sword at Zhang Zhenfeng's throat.
"Laoshan Sword Technique?"
Zhang Zhenfeng did not dodge or dodge. He raised his peach wood sword from bottom to top and raised his hand to block.
clang!
The two swords intersected, and the sword of the man in black flew to the top of the temple, and then fell to the ground.
Zhang Zhenfeng's mahogany sword was designated for the throat of the man in black.
The man in black was horrified and backed away step by step.
Zhang Zhenfeng pressed forward step by step and pushed the man in black against the back wall of the small temple.
"Master, I'm here!"
Liu Banxian also came to kill with a peach wood sword.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Liu Banxian chuckled and said, "Master, is this guy a thousand-year-old ghost? Wait a minute, I still have high-sugar urine here, let me break his ways!"
The man in black was startled and shouted: "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not a ghost, I'm a human!"
"Are you even considered human?" Liu Banxian slapped him, pulled off the mask of the man in black, took out the flashlight, and looked at him carefully.
Under the illumination of a flashlight, I can see clearly.
The man in black is about fifty years old, with an unshaven beard and an ordinary appearance.
"If you have anything to say, I am the Black-headed Master of the Laoshan Sect..." The man in black dodged the flashlight and shouted, "We are all Taoist disciples, there is some misunderstanding here!"
"I misunderstood you, uncle!"
Zhang Zhenfeng suddenly took action, turned the hilt of his sword upside down, and hit the man in black's Tianling Cap.
Without saying a word, the man in black fell down.
Zhang Zhenfeng collected the mahogany sword and ordered Liu Banxian: "Tie this guy up, call Su Wenbing, inform the Zhang family, and say that I have destroyed the ghosts here, and also captured a demon by the way!"
This million is so easy to earn.
Zhang Zhenfeng is looking forward to it. The Zhang family will continue to find people to compete with him, so that they will always make money.
Liu Banxian tied up the man in black and called Su Wenbing.
On the other side of the phone, Su Wenbing was obviously not asleep. He answered the call in a second and asked, "How is the matter at Erlang Temple?"
"I'm Zhang Daxian." Zhang Zhenfeng took the phone and said:
"I have killed all the imps in Erlang Temple. In addition, I also captured a demon who was raising the imps. There will be no charge for catching this demon, and I will give it to the Zhang family for free."
"Is it so...successful?" Su Wenbing was stunned for a moment and said, "Master Zhang, wait for me at Erlang Temple. We will be there soon."
Zhang Zhenfeng hung up the phone, carried the man in black out of the small temple, and said to Liu Banxian: "dig out the four places where you just peed and see what's there."
Liu Banxian's face twitched and he cried bitterly: "Master, that place has been contaminated by my high-sugar urine. Do you really want to dig it up?"
"dig!"
"All right."
Liu Banxian had no choice but to pick up the sword of the man in black and dig at the spot where he had just peed.
After digging for a while, a black bone was exposed.
Liu Banxian wiped the bones of the man in black and brought them to Zhang Zhenfeng.
Zhang Zhenfeng took a look and said: "This thing is called non-bone, and it is very evil. The Laoshan sect is also a well-known and decent sect, but I didn't expect that they would use the non-bone method."
"What does it mean to not transform into bones? Why is it evil?" Liu Banxian asked.
"Untransformed bones are also called Rakshasa ghost bones." Zhang Zhenfeng was waiting for Su Wenbing and gave Liu Banxian a lesson by the way, and said:
"For example, after a porter died in the past, the shoulder bones on both sides eventually decayed, because the porter relied on his shoulders to eat, and the shoulder bones were where his spirit was tied. If the driver pulling the cart died, his foot bones would
Finally corrupted.
If the porter's shoulder bones and the coachman's foot bones have not been corrupted, they will become immortal bones. These bones carry a strong ghost energy and will eventually become spirits and even transform into human forms...
In Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, when Nie Xiaoqian framed Ning Caichen, the gold she took out for the first time could not be transformed into bones."
Liu Banxian understood somewhat, nodded repeatedly, and asked: "Master, if I die, which bone in my body will be the last to decay?"
"You have a sharp tongue." Zhang Zhenfeng glared at Liu Banxian: "You have a very sharp tongue. Even after you die, if you throw it into a pot of boiling water and cook it for three days and three nights, your tongue will still be very tough!"
Liu Banxian chuckled: "I think it should be the tongue. As the saying goes, a tongue is as good as a stick!"
Zhang Zhenfeng shook his head, took out the paper talisman, and stuck it on the man in black's Tianling cover. He pinched a golden sword secret in his hand and slashed it down: "The golden sword is spirited, splitting the mortal form, three souls are separated from the body, and seven souls are gone."
body!"
"ah!"
The man in black screamed and fell unconscious again.
Liu Banxian asked: "Master, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zhenfeng smiled and said: "The Zhang family is against me and invites people to come and fight. Now, I will accept the soul of this Taoist priest from Laoshan and see how the Zhang family will deal with it!"
Liu Banxian gave a thumbs up: "Master, you are so tall!"
While we were talking, half an hour passed.
On the country road ahead, the car lights were bright, and two cars were approaching one after another.
Zhang Zhenfeng was already wearing a mask, standing under the light, waiting for Su Wenbing.
The car stopped and Su Wenbing got out, followed by Zhang Zhenhai.
Liu Banxian stepped forward, pointed at his horrible face, and said: "Boss Su, the kid from Erlang Temple is not very powerful, but there is a monster hiding here who attacked me. Look at my face, I'm seriously injured!"
Su Wenbing sneered and asked, "Where is that monster?"
"I have already killed him!" Zhang Zhenfeng said coldly.
"What, you killed Master Song of Laoshan?" Zhang Zhenhai, a heartless guy, shouted out loud.
Calling him like this is equivalent to admitting that Master Laoshan was invited by him!
Liu Banxian immediately seized the opportunity, shined a flashlight on Zhang Zhenhai, and asked: "Brother, how do you know that the demon is from the Laoshan sect and that he is Master Song?"