At night, Ye Qingyang took Hou Yong into the mountains.
The reason why I brought Hou Yong with me was because Hou Yong was born with great strength and was a very good coolie.
At this time, Hou Yong was carrying a super large hiking backpack, which was full of various magical weapons.
"Master Tian, can we find those ghosts tonight?" Hou Yong asked.
"Of course!" Ye Qingyang said: "Don't call me Heavenly Master in the future. Don't you think it's weird to call others that in a big city?"
"Then what shall I call you from now on?" Hou Yong asked.
"Just call him by his first name!" Ye Qingyang said.
"That's not okay!" Hou Yong said: "This is disrespectful to me! Let's do this, I will call you sir from now on!"
"It's up to you!" Ye Qingyang didn't bother to argue.
The two chatted casually along the way, and soon arrived at the hinterland of the mountain.
Ye Qingyang looked around and felt that not only was the view wide, but the mountains were high on all sides and low in the middle, making it a place where shade gathered.
Those living corpses are also a type of walking corpse, and they like places with strong yin energy.
Ye Qingyang asked Hou Yong to put down his luggage and set up the altar for the practice.
Hou Yong is very familiar with this process. He used to go out with his two brothers to do ceremonies, and he was the one who set up the ceremony.
But when he thought of his two brothers, Hou Yong couldn't stop crying.
Seeing this, Ye Qingyang sighed and said: "People cannot be resurrected after death. When the two of them return to their souls for the seventh time, I will let you get together with them and settle the fate of brothers in this life!"
"Thank you, sir!" Hou Yong said gratefully with red eyes.
In fact, Hou Yong, Cao Han and Yi Feng have no blood or kinship relationship at all. They all came together because the three people's cultivation methods can complement each other.
There are talismans for touching gold, skills for moving mountains, and armor for unloading mountains.
Complement each other!
The Xiling warriors mentioned here do not mean armor, but that the Xiling warriors have a strong physique and fighting ability. Not only are they first-rate in resisting blows, but their strength, speed, and agility are among the best among people.
exist.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive under the various tomb mechanisms.
Therefore, the physical condition of Hou Yong, the Xiling warrior, is as high as the ceiling of human physique.
Without the help of external force and true energy, ordinary warriors with peak external strength would not be Hou Yong's opponent.
At this time, Hou Yong had already set up a simple table, and a golden cloth was spread on the table. The Yin-Yang Bagua pattern in the middle of the cloth was lifelike.
Then, Hou Yong took out the Five Emperors' Money, the Heavenly Master's Sword, the Soul-inducing Bell, etc. and placed them neatly on the table.
After everything was ready, Hou Yong said to Ye Qingyang: "Sir, you are ready. Do you think there is anything else that needs to be prepared?"
Ye Qingyang smiled: "That's enough!"
Even if he didn't set up the altar, he could still kill those dirty things, but setting up the altar would save a lot of effort and wouldn't consume so much mana.
Ye Qingyang said to Hou Yong: "Light the eternal lamp, I'm going to open an altar to practice!"
"Yes! Sir!"
Hou Yong stepped forward and lit the eternal lamp.
Ye Qingyang looked at the altar with a dim yellow light and couldn't help but smile: "It feels familiar! It's so good!"
He used to do this when he went down the mountain with his master to perform rituals.
Therefore, Ye Qingyang recalled the past.
However, at this moment, two figures came quietly like ghosts and hid behind the bluestone in the distance.
It was the Icelandic female killer and her translator.
The Icelandic female killer looked at Ye Qingyang through the binoculars. After confirming that it was Ye Qingyang, she took out her sniper rifle and planned to load the bullet.
At this time, Ye Qingyang also started to do this.
He placed a large black bowl on the altar and poured the yellow chicken blood prepared in advance into it.
Then, he took out a few more talismans, lit them, and threw them into the chicken blood.
"The sky is full of spirits, the earth is full of spirits, the father-in-law of the earth is coming to help me find the three thousand ghosts, and the yellow chicken leads the way to rush the spirits away... Come on, come on, I have the most delicious food here!"
Ye Qingyang muttered, picked up the black bowl, and poured the chicken blood directly forward.
Ring ring ring!
Ye Qingyang shook the soul-inducing bell in his hand. The sound of the bell was extremely penetrating and sounded very strange in the dark mountains.
"What is she doing?" the Icelandic beauty asked.
"We're doing it!" said the translator.
"How to do it?" The Icelandic beauty was a little surprised.
"The information provided by the employer shows that Ye Qingyang is a martial arts master, and I further investigated the information about Ye Qingyang and found that he is not a simple warrior, he is also a heavenly master!" said the translator.
"What is the Heavenly Master?" the Icelandic beauty asked gently.
The translator looked very serious, as if he was saying something very solemn: "The Celestial Master is a very mysterious existence in China! The Celestial Master is an almighty person. Not only is his martial arts cultivation extremely high, but he is also at the peak of his magic skills.
existence!"
"To become a heavenly master, one must have extremely high talents, intelligence, and moral character. He is the top existence among thousands of cultivators! He is also the most powerful type of person!"
When the Icelandic beauty heard this, her expression was very surprised. She had already started to aim at Ye Qingyang, but at this time she slightly put away her gun and said:
"So, Heavenly Masters should be people with great wisdom. They should not be bad guys!"
"Of course!" The translator said: "Without certain moral character and structure, it is impossible to cultivate to the realm of a Heavenly Master. Many cultivators spend their entire lives unable to even touch the toes of a Heavenly Master. And the Ye Qingyang in front of him, at his age
He is already a Heavenly Master at such a young age, which is enough to show that he is the best among the best and must be very powerful!"
The translator's voice was very soft, and coupled with his fair face, there was no trace of masculinity at all.
When it comes to the emotional part, he actually raises his orchid finger, which is very hypocritical.
After hearing this, the Icelandic beauty raised her bright red thin lips into a contemptuous smile:
"From your description, Ye Qingyang is like a demigod, but no matter how powerful he is, won't he still be shot in the head by me?"
With that said, she picked up the sniper rifle again and aimed at Ye Qingyang.
However, at this time, I heard a faint rustling sound in the woods.
It turned out to be a group of animals fleeing in all directions, panicking, as if they had encountered something terrible!
Woohoo!
At this time, strong winds also blew around.
Above the sky, a group of wild crows flew in from nowhere, circling non-stop, staring down, as if waiting for something to appear.
All of this is too weird.
It seems as if something extraordinary will appear here.
"The spell cast by the Heavenly Master is really so miraculous!" the translator exclaimed.
The Icelandic beauty put away the gun again, saying with a sense of humor: "It's interesting. In this case, I will see what tricks this heavenly master can come up with, and it won't be too late to kill him later!"
