These ghost soldiers were originally restrained by Lei Shan Lei Hao's spells, and coupled with Tang Youyue's fire control ring, the situation changed instantly, and it became the side of Zhujian Pavilion that defeated the ghost soldiers.
Now that Huang Potian and Huang Qinghui's group arrived, these ghosts were no longer able to cause any trouble, and were completely eliminated in just a short while.
Seeing that there were no serious casualties among the monks on his side, Huang Potian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his hands to Liang Yan and others and said, "Huang's poor defense has disturbed all the distinguished guests. I really feel guilty!"
Bai Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, Master? Our purpose of this trip is to help the Master defend against the enemy. It is also our duty to eliminate these brats."
"There are obviously defensive restrictions outside the Sword-casting Pavilion, so why are ghost soldiers entering and causing trouble?" Liang Yan suddenly asked.
"Young Daoist Liang doesn't know something. This ghost soldier has no entity. It was summoned by ghost monks and is not blocked by ordinary restrictions at all." Huang Potian replied.
Tang Youyue on the side frowned slightly and said worriedly: "So, isn't there a lot of danger inside the Sword-casting Pavilion?"
"Haha, don't worry, everyone. This ghost ghost soldier is not that easy to summon. Even if dozens of ghost monks join forces, as long as there are no foundation-building monks, they can only conduct such a summons once in a few months. Their attack this time
Failure, I think it is impossible to use the same trick again in the short term." Huang Potian said confidently.
After hearing this, Bai Xuan was still a little worried: "Master Huang Pavilion, when it comes to the safety of Zhujian Pavilion, we still have to be careful. I suggest that we send more people to assist and patrol and monitor every night to prevent any changes."
"Okay, let's make the arrangements according to what Fellow Daoist Bai said." Huang Potian nodded.
"By the way, why don't you see Dugu Jiannan?" Liang Yan asked suddenly.
"He led a team to inspect the defensive restrictions of the Jiangjian Pavilion in the evening. After all, this is the top priority." Huang Potian replied casually.
"I see." Liang Yan nodded thoughtfully, then cupped his hands to him and said, "Since the chaos of the ghost soldiers has been eliminated, we will leave first."
"Thank you for your hard work, fellow Taoists." Huang Potian smiled and returned the favor.
After everyone had gone away, Huang Qinghui asked in a low voice: "Dad, is there nothing wrong with that thing?".
"Don't worry, I just checked it and there won't be anything wrong!" Huang Potian said in a deep voice.
"That's good. These ghost soldiers came out of nowhere. I thought they were coming for that thing." Huang Qinghui patted his chest with lingering fear.
"Don't worry, dad has set up many restrictions there and is heavily guarded. It's impossible for anyone to break in." Huang Potian smiled slightly, as if he was confident.
Liang Yan and Li Xiaosong returned to their room. Li Xiaosong closed the door and said, "It seems that what you heard that day was indeed correct. There are ghost monks among these people who can summon ghosts."
Could it be that Bing is really not here for revenge, but to seize the treasure?"
"These ghost soldiers have their own appearances. If they act alone, they will not be able to cause substantial damage. What they did tonight may have ulterior motives."
"Ultimate motives?"
Liang Yan nodded and said: "There is such a fierce commotion in the Zhujian Pavilion, but Huang Potian arrived late. It is very likely that he went to check the so-called 'treasure'. Being so concerned would cause chaos. I am afraid that the location of the treasure has been exposed."
Give it to the other party."
"They sent these ghost soldiers to attack just to find out the location of the treasure?" Li Xiaosong looked suspicious, obviously not believing it.
"Whether it is yes or not, we will know in the next few days and nights." Liang Yan said with a slight smile.
Ever since the ghost soldiers attacked the Casting Sword Pavilion at night, Huang Potian had stepped up the internal vigilance. At least twenty monks would patrol back and forth every night, and there would definitely be a monk who was above the eighth level of Qi training to lead the team.
Liang Yan, Bai Xuan and the Lei brothers naturally acted as the leaders of the daily shifts, but Dugu Jiannan did not participate at all because he had to protect the defensive restrictions.
This night was already the fourth day that Liang Yan came to Zhujian Pavilion.
In the courtyard of the guest room arranged by Huang Potian for outsiders like them, a black figure jumped out. This person did not fly with a vehicle, but used the skill of flying over eaves and walls. After a few leaps, he disappeared into the night.
middle.
And not long after he left, another gray figure walked out of the courtyard, glanced in the direction where the previous person left, and followed without hesitation.
The two people walked in tandem towards the east of Zhujian Pavilion. The man in black in front seemed to be very familiar with the defense of Zhujian Pavilion. He just managed to avoid the patrol team of Zhujian Pavilion several times along the way.
It's like it was planned in advance.
The gray figure behind him had no breath at all. He only relied on his skill on his feet and his extraordinary hearing and eyesight to follow far behind without being discovered.
After walking like this for about a stick of incense, the man in front suddenly stopped. He leaned on a roof and looked down at a building opposite.
There was a low and dilapidated attic, with two guards standing at the door. A dim light inside flickered on and off. It looked extremely ordinary, more like a dilapidated ancestral hall.
But with the consciousness of the man in black, he had already noticed that there were more than ten monks hidden in the courtyard under the attic.
He sneered, reached out and took out a talisman from his storage bag, shook it in the air, and at the same time made a talisman with his left hand and muttered something in his mouth.
The talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, and as a line of green smoke rose, five little ghosts suddenly appeared around the man in black.
These five little ghosts have their own characteristics, some have big heads and thin hands, some have long necks and no eyebrows, and some have hooked noses and thick lips. They are all grinning at this time, dancing and circling around the man in black.
With each turn of these little devils, the figure of the man in black in the middle will fade. By the time they complete five turns, the man in black has completely disappeared!
The five ghosts sent the man in black away, laughing silently on the spot. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a puff of blue smoke, as if nothing had happened, leaving only half of the unburned talisman floating down from the air.
At the same time, in the attic across the street, a black figure appeared out of thin air and landed gently and deftly on the third floor of the attic.
The man in black looked around. The space here was not large, and the furnishings inside were all very simple. There was only a wooden table in the middle, and an oil lamp was placed on the wooden table. The light flickered on and off.
It seemed like it might go out at any moment.
"Hehe, the old man is quite cautious."
The man in black sneered, made a secret with both hands, and silently recited the secret in his mouth. He suddenly pointed forward, and saw a blue light shooting out, splitting into three parts in the air, and hitting three places on the edge of the wooden table.
There was a slight and dull sound, and something seemed to break in front of the wooden table. Almost at the same time, the oil lamp seemed to have lost its suppression, and the flame suddenly brightened.
The man in black seemed to have been prepared for this. He immediately waved his right hand and a circle of light blue restrictions spread out, instantly covering the entire third layer.
At this time, looking from the outside, the third floor of the attic was still dark, but in fact it was already brightly lit inside.
The pale yellow firelight shone on the face of the man in black. Although he was covered by a mask, the trace of greed in his eyes also told the excitement at this moment.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the corner:
"Tsk, tsk, five ghost transports, three magical spells! I didn't expect that you, as a sword cultivator, know so many secret techniques of the sect."