The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Although he didn't know who was being chased by the ninja crowd, Daoist Feng Yang had already decided in his heart that he must help the scene.

At this time, the ninjas who were caught in the middle had already sensed that something was wrong.

The speed of their pursuit slowed down, and they faintly began to deviate. They were already planning to give up the pursuit and prepare to retreat.

But neither the person they chased all the way nor Daoist Feng Yang would let them go.

See here.

Daoist Feng Yang accelerated suddenly, the distance shortened infinitely, and he had already reached the attack range of blowing air.

"what--"

Blowing air like a hurricane gushed out from Taoist Feng Yang's mouth and nose, and the four black-clothed ninjas who hadn't escaped were immediately shattered by the blowing air, and their bodies fell limply to the ground.

Daoist Bai Song slowed down a little, but his whole body glowed with blue light, and the weeds in the corner of the wall grew rapidly in an instant, like a strong spear, piercing through the backs of the three ninjas, and piercing out from the chest.

The ninjas were stunned for a moment, screaming and screaming, their figures became dim under the moonlight, and they were about to flee.

But right now.

The few people who were chased by them just now heard the sound of incantations, and immediately after that, a group of bright yellow flames floated in the air and flew over quickly. The flames were burned to ashes on the spot.

"Thank you two friends..."

"Get out of here quickly, their reinforcements have arrived."

An angry shout came from a distance, and the few people who were being chased by the ninja crowd disappeared into the night immediately after shouting.

When he saw the talisman, Daoist Feng Yang immediately recognized that it was Maoshan's talisman technique, and his Taoism was not low.

But at this time, there was no time for him, the streets in all directions, ninjas dressed in black, poured out like a tide.

"Fellow Daoist Baisong, let's go."

The remaining two or three ninjas were not bad in strength, temporarily blocking the weeds driven by Daoist Bai Song.

Daoist Baisong also noticed the ninjas around him, he was shocked, and he didn't want to fight.

The two fled quickly and disappeared into the night.

……

When he returned to the residence, Hu Qing'er had already returned with two wounded people, and the wounded people were from Hutoumen.

"Master."

Seeing Taoist Fengyang and Baisong coming back, Hu Qing'er hurried forward, seeing that none of them were injured, she felt relieved.

Daoist Feng Yang looked at the two injured and frowned: "Miss Qing'er, what's going on?"

Hu Qing'er said: "They were targeted by ninjas during the day, and they were attacked by a group of ninjas just after nightfall, except for them..."

talking.

Hu Qing'er's voice became lower and lower, her expression was gloomy, and anger rose and fell in her chest.

"By the way, what did the two priests find out, those people who were chased..."

Daoist Feng Yang was still in deep thought, and Daoist Baisong said, "Because there are too many ninjas, those people who were chased have never met us, but they should be friends from Maoshan."

At this time, the injured Hutoumen suddenly said, "If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of those four people, I'm afraid the two of us would have been in danger."

Taoist Master Feng Yang nodded: "Have you ever known the Taoist name?"

"I don't know, but they should be four masters and apprentices, and three of them are younger."

"Forget it, since we are fellows, we will meet again sooner or later." After finishing speaking, Priest Bai Song said worriedly: "This place is not safe now, we still need to find another place."

Daoist Feng Yang nodded.

Hu Qing'er suddenly asked: "Those Ninjas are acting recklessly, but this is, after all, in our territory, can't they... go to the officials?"

Daoist Feng Yang was the most touched, and snorted softly: "If it is useful to find them, then how could these ninjas appear here in such a large number."

……

The next day.

When the sun rises, everything returns to calm.

Liaobei City does not occupy a large area, but it is definitely not small. It is adjacent to the coastal port and is considered prosperous.

Xu Ping was sitting at a roadside food stand, tasting the local specialty breakfast, big ball porridge, big meat buns, his mouth was full of oil, and his lips and teeth were fragrant.

The breakfast stalls on the side of the road are full of seats. Workers who get up early will start their day with delicious food at such breakfast stalls.

If this kind of tranquility and happiness is not broken, then life may be considered complete.

but……

Xu Ping looked at the street, going back and forth, as if the ninja were looking for something, the hand holding the chopsticks was full of veins.

Anger instantly flooded his mind, and the entire street was covered in ice.

Ordinary people may not feel it, but just think that there is a gust of cold wind blowing, but the ninjas on the street can clearly feel that this is the aura exuded by a person unintentionally.

As soon as the faces of the many ninjas changed, they glanced at each other and were about to leave in a hurry.

The aura alone is so terrifying, that's not what they can do to each other. Originally, they also scattered in the city to observe the practitioners in the city.

But several people suddenly realized that they couldn't move, their bodies seemed to be soaked in ice, their blood gradually solidified, and the skin and hair were gradually covered with frost.

The vitality was completely wiped out, only the endless cold enveloped them.

It wasn't until the ninjas in front of him turned into ice sculptures that Xu Ping regained his composure and continued to eat the big meat bun in his hand.

He entered the city early this morning, and Tanaka Banye's Tianyun was more powerful than he had imagined.

After he swallowed them all, he discovered that, except for Tanaka Banye, those people who were polluted in the mountain col at that time were all providing spiritual support for the shadow.

Fortunately, the Qi of Chaos is very strong, and it succeeded in the end.

But there is a little sequelae, that is, my own emotions, which seem to be a bit difficult to control.

Just like just now.

In the past, Xu Ping would never have done such an act, at most he would have done it secretly, letting them die in their sleep without anyone noticing.

After putting down the money on the table, Xu Ping left. When he walked out of the street, the ice sculpture, which was motionless in place, suddenly shattered and fell to the ground like shards of ice.

Such a weird and terrifying scene caused passers-by and vendors on the street to scream.

……

After completely annihilating Tanaka Banye, Xu Ping got a reward from the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book.

Now he found out.

If it is an ordinary opponent, it is difficult to get any rewards from the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book.

But Banye Tanaka, who is a Tennin, is completely different.

The reward he got was called infection.

Let the power of chaos in your body spread like a plague, infecting every living thing around you.

Even snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Infected living creatures all carry the power of chaos, as long as they bite each other, they can form a situation like a zombie siege.

I feel that my current self is a matrix.

Xu Ping thought helplessly that now he planned to find Daoist Feng Yang and the others, and after reconciliation, he would wait for the arrival of other practitioners.

His goal is to drive all the Japanese ninjas out of this land.

……

The abnormality on the street soon spread to the police station.

But this weird situation was blocked by them.

Immediately afterwards, the chief of the police station hurried to the Wind Chime Club.

The chief of the police station is a middle-aged man with a big belly, and he hurried all the way here, even in the cold season, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

In his office on the second floor, he met Mr. Yamamoto.

"Mr. Yamamoto, you promised me that you would only attack those practitioners who don't follow the rules, and it must be in the middle of the night. Why would you act so recklessly during the day?"

The director was very angry. Even though he had accepted a lot of favors from the other party, he was not polite at this moment.

Yamamoto still didn't know what happened, so he was confused: "Director, don't get excited, wait for me to ask, what happened?"

As he spoke, he picked up the phone on the table, dialed a number, and immediately someone came up and whispered something in his ear.

In an instant, the hulking Yamamoto-kun, with a face full of rage, clenched his fist and hammered it heavily on the table. The chief of the police station was so frightened that he couldn't help but take two steps back, his hand was already on the holster on his waist .

"You, what do you want to do?"

Yamamoto-kun put away his angry expression, although he was polite, the contempt in his eyes was undisguised: "The Director misunderstood, I did not do this matter."

"You didn't do it?" The director obviously didn't believe it.

Yamamoto was silent for a moment, and said: "It must be those disobedient practitioners, Director Wang. I express my severe condemnation of killing friendly businessmen in the street like this. I also hope that Director Wang will solve the case as soon as possible and catch the murderer."

"After all, the Fengling Club has sent a lot of tribute to the police station every month."

Listening to Yamamoto's words, Director Wang's face became more and more ugly.

This was originally a dispute between practitioners, and the police station in the city actually did not have a place like the Supernatural Investigation Office.

It's just because the cultivators here are basically organized by families, if anything happens, just go to their family members directly.

In the past, even some passers-by cultivators did evil things and didn't wait for him to come to find them. Practitioners in these families, even the various sects on Weilu Mountain, would take the initiative to calm down the matter.

but now……

The director suddenly regretted his behavior towards practitioners in cooperation with these Japanese ninjas.

Originally, he thought that without practitioners in the city, it would be better managed, maybe.

As for these ninjas, what are they? If they dare to make trouble, they will directly shoot them in the face.

Director Wang sneered: "That's natural. The director will protect every law-abiding businessman in the city. As for Mr. Yamamoto, he is also under the protection of the director for the time being."

"Farewell!"

Say it.

Director Wang left the office directly, got into the car downstairs, and told his driver: "I won't go back to the police station, just go home."

……

After Director Wang left, Yamamoto went directly to the third floor without stopping.

In the same room, Xuanshi Jingu was sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat beside him, fiddling with the blood-red seeking Tao jade, while the young man in black clothes and hat was burning tea on the small stove beside him.

"Master Jingu, maybe the mysterious expert you mentioned earlier has appeared in the city." Yamamoto leaned forward and said softly.

As soon as the movement of Xuanshi Jingong's hands stopped, he raised his eyes to look at him, there was a faint scarlet in his eyes that had not faded, and immediately made Yamamoto feel a chill all over his body.

"Say!"

The calm voice of Xuanshi Jingong awakened Yamamoto. He looked intently and found that the old man in front of him was normal, as if the violent eyes he saw just now were hallucinations.

Yamamoto told Xuanshi Jingu exactly what Director Wang said just now, and finally said: "Master Jingu, if what he said is true, it means that person must be on Weilu Mountain. come down and make our enemies."

Yamamoto's intelligence has always been accurate.

It is impossible to have such an awesome person in the city, so they can only come down from Weilu Mountain, and they must have something to do with Master Tanaka's death.

Xuanshi Shengong put the Taoist Jade in his hand in the brocade box, then turned to look at the young man beside him: "Teng Shujun, what do you think?"

The young man next to him just poured two cups of tea and motioned to Yamamoto. Hearing this, he pondered for a moment and said, "I think we should be able to figure it out by going to the scene."

After hearing this, Master Shen Gong nodded and said, "Then go and have a look."

"Ah."

Naoto Teng Shu nodded, put down the teapot in his hand, his body gradually became transparent and became lines, and then slowly disappeared into the room.

And the other side.

The street where Xu Ping had stayed before was still blocked at this time, and there were patrolmen on both sides of the street blocking the street.

When no one was paying attention, the space suddenly distorted, and Naoto Teng Shu appeared in the distortion.

The ice slag on the ground has been cleared, but the place where the ice slag existed before is still cordoned off.

The whole street didn't seem to have any abnormalities. It shouldn't be long before the police station will unblock the street, and the hustle and bustle of the past will reappear.

But Teng Shuzhi looked at the place where the ice slag existed before, pondered for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand in the air, and the surrounding space was distorted instantly.

And in the distorted space, it seemed that some breathable breath appeared and gathered in his palm.

The palm is like a flowing liquid, forming a fist-sized ball, reflecting everything around it.

But the scene inside the sphere, the reflected scene, is full of voices and traffic like a dragon.

"what?!"

He suddenly noticed that within the sphere in the palm of his hand, there was a space that seemed to be covered with a shadow.

A person was sitting there, as if eating meat buns, but his figure and face could not be seen clearly at all.

Teng Shuzhi was taken aback.

It was the first time for him to encounter such a situation.

His ninjutsu is very poor, he doesn't even know ordinary hiding techniques, but he only specializes in one thing, that is space ninjutsu.

The current him can intercept the scene that appeared three hours ago in this space.

But he didn't expect that there would be a shadow covering this person in the captured image.

It should be him!

Teng Shuzhi guessed in his heart, and naturally he would not stop there.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and at the same time, the fingers of the other hand reached into the ball of light and fiddled with it gently, as if he wanted to lift the shadow on this person.

"Snapped--"

Unexpectedly, when his finger touched the shadow, the entire ball of light exploded suddenly, and his finger was directly turned into dust and scattered, as if it had never happened before.