Full-level metaphysics boss relies on fortune-telling to revitalize Taoist temples

Chapter 81 Black Snowflake
The people of Xuanmen?

Ji Qin's complexion changed, since she brought back the gods, many so-called masters visited Ji's house, but they couldn't find any evidence, so they had to give up.

It also included people from Xuanqingguan. So many powerful Taoist priests didn't find her god, so how did Song Shiyi know?
And the name Song Shiyi, he felt so familiar, as if someone had whispered it in his ear, telling him to be careful?

"Immortal, this is also the sacrifice I prepared for you. She and Li Yating are in the same group. As long as you eat them, your mana will definitely increase!"

Ji Qin can only pin all her hopes on the so-called gods.

The gods are omnipotent, and they will definitely teach Song Shiyi a lesson, who told Song Shiyi to meddle in his own business!
"immortal?"

Hearing this, Song Shiyi sneered, she was very familiar with this ceramic doll floating in the air, how could he be considered a fairy?It is nothing more than a place for evil spirits to hide.

"Today I will let you see what your so-called immortal is."

Song Shiyi's fingertips moved slightly, and a piece of talisman paper fell from her hand, flying straight towards the ceramic doll in the air.

This ceramic doll was not like the dolls that had just been enshrined before. After three years of enshrining by Ji Qin, it had already gained a certain strength and completely withstood Song Shiyi's attack.

A red light ignited on the body of the ceramic doll, completely blocking the talisman paper from the outside. After a while, the talisman paper exhausted its spiritual power, burned up, and turned into ashes and fell to the ground. Part of it landed in the mouth of the ceramic doll.

"Overestimate, today I will eat all of you!"

The talisman paper fell on the ground, and a smile appeared on the ceramic doll's face. He thought that some powerful person had come, and now he looked at Song Shiyi like that
People from the Taoist sect are a great supplement to Xie Chong. If he eats Song Shiyi, will he want anything!
The ceramic doll suddenly grew bigger, its bloody mouth opened wide, and everything in the room was sucked in. Even Ji Qin needed to hold the pillar next to him to stabilize his figure.

In the strong wind, Song Shiyi and Li Yating did not move at all.

Song Shiyi's eyes were fixed on the ceramic doll in front of him, and a nonchalant smile appeared on his face. This ceramic doll still underestimated her a bit.

"I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to fight with you. Since you don't want to repent, don't blame me for being rude!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shiyi took out a piece of paper talisman, and with the help of the surrounding wind, attacked the ceramic doll with his whole body, and stuck the paper talisman on the doll's forehead.

There was only a scream, and the ceramic doll fell to the ground and fell to pieces. The strong wind in the room dissipated, and a puff of black smoke flew out from it, rushing around the room.

it seems cold...

It was obviously still the same room as before, but Song Shiyi felt a little cold, and there seemed to be something floating in the air. Song Shiyi stretched out his hand, and a black snowflake fell into her hand, and it melted away the next moment.

"Shi Yi, I'm so cold..."

Song Shiyi's hand seemed to be hooked by something. Looking back, Li Yating was still squatting in the original position, but her dress was already covered with frost, and when she spoke, she breathed out cold air.

"Shi Yi, I'm so cold, are we going to die here?"

The black snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, covering everything around, and the surrounding scene is not the previous room, but has become a vast expanse of snow.

There is no other color but white.

Just entered the evil environment?
It seemed that something was rubbing against her waist. Song Shiyi looked down and saw that the purple qi talisman followed her into the illusion, but the original purple qi talisman was now a little transparent. Still cold.

Song Shiyi reached out and touched his purse. There were only three talisman papers and a handful of jade hairpins left in it. He put the purple air charm into the jade hairpin without hesitation. Song Shiyi pulled Li Yating up from the ground.

"You have to believe that none of this is true. It didn't snow at all. We were just in the room just now."

Song Shiyi could easily recognize that this was a mysterious art, but it didn't mean that other people could do the same. Li Yating was already huddled together, and kept frustrating her arms, as if this would make her feel warmer.

Song Shiyi was a little helpless, he wouldn't die of cold anyway, it was nothing more than a psychological effect, and now Li Yating couldn't hear what she said, so it's better to find the key to the broken mirror first.

The surrounding area was completely white, and he could no longer see other colors. Song Shiyi closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes around him. There was no sense of flow in such a large open space. Like the previous room, all the windows were closed.

The so-called open space never existed, and they never left the room.

Thinking about the layout of the room and the direction where Xie Chong and Ji Qin were, Song Shiyi didn't hesitate to run towards one direction with the jade hairpin in his hand.

As if something tripped him, Song Shiyi stood up and groped on the snow for a while, a piece of glass appeared in Jiang Wei's hand, it was the glass that Ji Qin's photo album fell from before.

Song Shiyi smiled, Xie Chong would move his direction casually, but Ji Qin definitely didn't dare!
Holding the glass in his hand and calculating the direction, Song Shiyi threw the glass out without hesitation. A scream came from the snow, followed by red blood flowing on the snow, staining the flawless body red. White.

"I have found Ji Qin's direction. If you don't want to enshrine your host to die, show up and withdraw the illusion for me!"

Song Shiyi's voice sounded, but there was no reaction from outside.

The surrounding snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and when they fell on Song Shiyi, Song Shiyi even felt a shock and a faint pain.

She looked up at the fluttering snowflakes. The black snowflakes flashed a light in the air. The sharp corners were in Song Shiyi's eyes. Over his head, he subconsciously picked up the snowflake with his hands.

The snowflake did not fall into Song Shiyi's hands, but a scar was drawn on Song Shiyi's hand, and a little blood came out.

Before it fell on the hand and melted instantly, but now it has become a sharp weapon.

Song Shiyi narrowed his eyes. If he couldn't get out of this illusion, the snowflakes would become more and more severe, until every inch of flesh and blood on her and Li Yating's bodies would be cut.

"Song Shiyi, you just wait here to die, but the little Taoist priest dares to oppose me. Today is your death day, and these black snowflakes are your burial objects!"

An evil voice sounded in the air, and the black snowflakes became bigger and bigger and more urgent.

(End of this chapter)