Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 325
"Oops." Xie Xuan suddenly raised his head and gave a low shout.

"What?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"I only told Sikong Changfeng where to go, but didn't tell him what to do there!" Xie Xuan scratched his head.

Baili Dongjun tilted his head: "Huh?"

"At the end of the line is the lonely grave in a hundred miles, but we can't dig one grave after another, can't we?" Xie Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Baili Dongjun smiled wryly: "When you mentioned Baili Gufen, I thought it was some relative of mine."

"This is not the time to be joking." Xie Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead again, "Although there is a lot of yin in the eyes of the formation, if you want to use this yin, there must be someone besides the few people outside. He quietly entered the mountain. Sikong Changfeng came to the formation, and he must find out who entered the formation."

"Then shall we go there now?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"It's too late." Xie Xuan sighed softly, "We can only choose now, trust Sikong Changfeng."

Sikong Changfeng sat down cross-legged, put the spear aside, and said quietly: "Suddenly I miss Xin Baicao a little bit. Although that stinky doctor insisted on taking me as his apprentice and kept asking me to go up the mountain to collect herbs, he Saved my life and taught me a lot."

"For example, this grass is called Lone Soul Grass. It grows among the graves in the mountains. Although it grows from the graves, it has the effect of exorcising evil and avoiding evil. As long as it is lit, all ghosts and ghosts can be dispersed."

Sikong Changfeng took out the flint and hit it lightly, ignited the Lonely Soul Grass, and then waved it lightly.

The fog in front of him dissipated.

In the secluded spring, a person stood up, dressed in black, with black water flowing on top of the black clothes.

"Hey, water ghost?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows, "I knew that Xie Xuan definitely didn't ask me to dig the grave. I spent most of my life wandering around the rivers and lakes, and the thing I did the most was fight. Since Xie Xuan asked me to come, it must be for me to fight. Since there is a fight, of course someone is there. Or is it a ghost?"

A lone grave nearby suddenly moved.

"Don't make trouble." Sikong Changfeng swallowed.

A hand broke through the ground and stretched out from the grave.

"A water ghost is here, and another zombie?" Sikong Changfeng held down the spear.

A huge body crawled out of that solitary grave. It is said that the person in this grave has been lying for hundreds of years, and should have turned into a skeleton long ago, but that body has knotted muscles and a livid complexion, which is more like Sikong Changfeng. So-called zombies.

"Hasn't become a skeleton after so long?" Sikong Changfeng asked in bewilderment.

Then a white skeleton hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed Sikong Changfeng's ankle.

"What are you talking about?" Sikong Changfeng kicked hard, kicking the skeleton hand out.

"Hahahaha, didn't you just say that there are no skeletons!" A skeleton stood up from the ground and smiled at Sikong Changfeng.

What kind of scene does the skeleton smile like?Sikong Changfeng couldn't imagine it before, but today he realized it.

The whole body of the skeleton is bright red, its body is twisted like a seductive waist, its voice is soft and melodious, it must have been a beauty in life: "So this slave is here."

"Water ghosts, zombies, and gorgeous bones." Sikong Changfeng stood up and picked up his spear, "Could it be that you are the legendary Three Heroes?"

Water ghosts, zombies, and even the talkative Yangu didn't respond to this sentence.

Sikong Changfeng scratched his head: "You ghosts can't understand the rotten jokes of walking in the rivers and lakes."

"Feng Chen. I was Feng Chen before I was alive. It's a pity, it's a pity. If I saw a young man like you back then, I would definitely have a good time and have a good time." The two bones were colliding bluntly, which made one's hair stand on end.

"Although I have met the Three Heroes of Fengchen, I still have to say, I don't believe in ghosts!" Sikong Changfeng said proudly, "I have a set of marksmanship, called Dragon-Shocking Transformation, which was taught by my master Li Changsheng. The Transformation of Shocking Dragon, You can kill a saint. I don’t need it today.”

"I still have a marksmanship technique called "Twisting Clouds and Raining". When the gun shoots up, it turns the clouds, and when the gun falls, it rains. I don't use it today either."

"My most famous spear move in recent years is called birds screaming, spears screaming like birds facing a phoenix. I don't use it today either."

"The marksmanship I want to use now is created recently. These days, I have been forgetting to tell Baili Dongjun. I am also married now, and my mother Baili also knows each other. I changed my name so nicely. I also have a daughter. My daughter has a nice name, Sikong Qianluo. I miss her a lot these past few months, so I created a new marksmanship called Qianluo. Look good. "

The "Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust" suddenly exploded, and rushed towards Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng suddenly closed his eyes.

The skeleton zombie turned into nothingness in his mind.

Baili Solitary Tomb is still just that Baili Solitary Tomb, filled with dense fog, lonely and cold.

There are no zombies, no water ghosts, and no sexy bones.

Only the overgrown weeds, the bleak wind...

But in the formation of loneliness, there shouldn't be wind.

"I've said so many things, besides really missing my precious daughter, I was also looking for you." Sikong Changfeng raised his spear.

Within a radius of three miles, the dense fog receded.

The head of Sikong Changfeng's long spear, the wind blows violently.

Among the solitary graves, an old man in a gray shirt raised his head and looked fiercely: "You are Sikong Changfeng!"

"Fall!" Sikong Changfeng shot down.

The old man in gray shirt was a hundred paces away, yet he was bent over by this shot.

"Fall!" Sikong Changfeng shot again.

With a "crack" sound, the old man in the gray shirt folded his legs and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Fall!" Sikong Changfeng shot down again.

"fall!"

"fall!"

……

"fall!"

"fall!"

"fall!"

A total of nine hundred and ninety nine shots were shouted, and the spear force also dropped nine hundred and ninety nine times. The old man in the gray shirt died before he could survive nine shots, but the remaining nine hundred and ninety shots of spear force , but also scattered all the shady air in Baili Gufen.

"Soldiers and soldiers, Sikong Changfeng will see you off today, and return your soul to your hometown!" Sikong Changfeng fired his last shot, and the dense fog on the mountain finally dissipated at this moment.

The Guxu Ghost Formation, which stretched for hundreds of miles, was finally broken.

Sikong Changfeng's spear fell off the ground, and he fell to the ground, leaning against a big tree and panting heavily: "I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed. I'll go back and see Baili Dongjun and Xie Xuan later. It took only one shot to destroy the Lao Shizi's lonely formation. It can't be said that I used a thousand shots."

"Sikong Changfeng!" Someone shouted in the forest, it was Baili Dongjun's voice.

"Alive! My mission is complete, don't let me down!" Sikong Changfeng shouted with the last of his strength.

"Fulfilling your expectations!" Baili Dongjun said loudly.

(End of this chapter)