Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Jiang Fuyuan looked at Gu Qing, who was blocked by the monster, expressionlessly: "Old Niubi, you don't have the mental endurance."

"You are so old and still so afraid of death."

Everyone's hearts trembled at the same time, and their eyes turned in disbelief to the Palace Master of the Dao Palace whom they had followed and admired for many years.

Gu Qing's cold eyes swept across the crowd, and he suddenly shouted: "I won't die."

"It's you who are going to die today."

He raised his hand, and the monsters blocking him dispersed and rushed towards the nearest Taoist priest.

"Palace, Palace Master..."

Before the Taoist priest could react, Fei Yi opened his bloody mouth, and his scarlet tongue pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

Gu Qing watched indifferently as Taoist priests in Taoist palaces were killed by monsters one after another. He turned to Jiang Fuyuan and said, "I originally just wanted to get enough blood to activate the formation eyes, and the remaining people could let them live."

"It was you who disrupted my plan. Mu Cizhan, these people died because of you. You killed them."

Jiang Fuyuan clicked her tongue: "I will kill your uncle. If your brain is not good, just study more. What kind of gangster logic are you talking about?"

Gu Qing didn't expect that she could curse at someone like this. He was choked and took a step back and said, "In that case, you all will die together. I will make you all nutrients for my formation!"

After he finished speaking, he made a secret with one hand, took out a black and red talisman with the other hand, and recited the incantation in a low voice.

In an instant, strong winds blew across the entire mountaintop, and the sand and gravel crackled in the air. The sky instantly turned several degrees dark.

"Tsk, you're the only one with the talisman?" Jiang Fuyuan turned to Zhong Liefeng and Chi Xinsu and said, "Help me block it, I want to draw the talisman."

They both said hello in unison.

With them supporting her, Jiang Fuyuan took two steps back, looked around, and saw Wen Jinhe lying next to her. She knelt down and wiped his chest.

Wen Jinhe:? ? ?

Jiang Fuyuan's hands were covered in blood and he directly drew animal training charms on the formation on the ground.

After all the four sacred places in the southeast, northwest and northwest were covered with blood talismans, she pinched the spells in her hands and recited the Pure Heart Mantra in a low voice.

Nothing happened.

Jiang Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hands stained with sand and blood, and then looked at Wen Jinhe with disgust.

"Useless monkey," she muttered.

Wen Jinhe almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Xiangu... you should stop playing at this time..."

"Tsk, I still have to do it myself." Jiang Fuyuan picked up Wen Jinhe's sword, gestured with the palm of his hand, paused, moved it to his fingertips, and then made a cruel stroke.

Blood emerged, and Jiang Fuyuan used his finger as a pen to draw animal training symbols on the four directions.

"The pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, no waves, and Youhuang sits alone, whistling and playing the piano..."

As the Qingxin mantra started, the animal training talisman on the ground emitted white light. The white light brought waves of breeze, with Jiang Fuyuan as the center, and gradually swayed to all sides.

As the breeze passed by, all the monster beasts suddenly stopped moving and stood there for a moment, then a burst of black gas erupted from their bodies.

The black air was quickly blown away by the next gust of breeze, and in the blink of an eye all the original strange beasts changed back to their original appearance. There were corpses of various animals and occasionally humans lying on the ground.

They are finally free.

"How is it possible..." Gu Qing looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, "How could you break the ghost refining technique..."

He stood in the sea of ​​corpses, his eyes moved slowly, and finally looked at somewhere in the crowd.

"There must be, there must be another way, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly held his chest with both hands with a ferocious expression, making a whooshing sound in his throat, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Jiang Fuyuan's expression changed: "Back off!" Everyone had time to do as she said subconsciously. The next second, Gu Qing's body exploded into countless pieces of bloody flesh with a bang.

It happened so suddenly that the people at the front of the crowd were covered in bloody foam. The red and white stuff slowly flowed down their faces before they had time to recover their shocked expressions. They looked disgusting and terrifying.

"Woooooooo..." Jiao Didi's cry broke the dead silence, and Bai Muxing sobbed, "It's so scary... Fortunately, my sister is here, otherwise we would all die..."

Jiang Fuyuan slowly turned her head: "It's too early for you to laugh now."

Bai Muxing was stunned for a moment, with crystal tears still hanging on his eyelashes.

Jiang Fuyuan narrowed his eyes: "You don't really think that the relationship between you and him can be cleared if Lao Niuzi is dead, right?"

Bai Muxing's pupils trembled: "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Jiang Fuyuan sneered, squatted down and picked up the last clean corner of Wen Jinhe's clothes, and wiped his hands: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, the time should be up soon anyway."

"What time?!" Bai Muxing's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously clenched the trump card in his sleeve.

She has been planning for so long, and every step has been repeatedly deduced and laid out carefully. She will never do it herself where others can use it. Even if a link in the layout process is exposed, no one will be able to find out about her.

Bai Muxing pursed his lips, and then raised his eyes again with a pitiful expression on his face.

"Sister, did you misunderstand something...I..."

Jiang Fuyuan raised his hand, and a gray shadow appeared in front of everyone.

The little fat man was dressed in Yue Zhi Erlang uniform, with a jade crown on his head and flying tiger Liuyun boots. This was the most common attire he wore during his lifetime. If he hadn't been floating in the air and his figure was slightly transparent, he would have looked like a wealthy young man. , it made people think that a young master from a noble family from the Yue clan came here to play.

As soon as he appeared, the crowd let out a small gasp.

"Why are there ghosts of Yuezhi people here?"

"The Yuezhi ghost appears on our Dashun's dragon vein, what kind of behavior does it have?!"

Most of the people had surprised expressions on their faces, except for Bai Muxing, whose expression turned extremely ugly the first time he saw Xiaopang.

Jiang Fuyuan stared at Bai Muxing's expression closely and asked coldly: "Why, you don't even recognize your brother-in-law? Kou Kou Kou."

"Oh, no, I should call you shameless cult leader, right?"

Bai Muxing's face darkened: "Mu Cizhan, if you are not of my race, your heart must be different. You and I are both people of Shun. How dare you believe the lies of a foreign race and use this to convict me?"

"Haha, what kind of people are you from the Great Shun?" Jiang Fuyuan sneered, "The people of the Great Shun will not dig up the corpses of the same kind and make them into monsters, nor will the people of the Great Shun use magic to kill the soldiers on the battlefield. .”

"Bai Muxing, when you did these outrageous things, did you ever think that you were a subject of Shun?"

Amidst Jiang Fuyuan's scolding, the eyes of the surrounding people looking at Bai Muxing gradually changed. From disbelief at the beginning to suspicion now, some people began to slowly back away, wanting to stay away from this painted beauty.

Bai Muxing was still making his last struggle: "You said that I mutilated the soldiers and insulted the corpses. What evidence do you have!"

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "Of course I have evidence. I'm not an old man who can denigrate someone's innocence with empty words."

She waved to Xiaopang, who immediately took out a white square piece of cloth from the soul bottle.

Jiang Fuyuan took a corner of the cloth and displayed the white lotus pattern embroidered on it in front of the public.

"This is your bellyband, something close to your body. You don't recognize it, right?"

The little fat man took out a bunch of tattered clothes, a piece of handkerchief, and a few broken paper figures from the soul bottle one after another, and arranged them in a row, and finally put the soul bottle on it.

Jiang Fuyuan pointed at the row of evidence and identified them one by one: "This is the clothes of Bozhou's cockroach, this is the hikerchief of Bozhou's half-ghost rabbit demon, these are the paper figures later found in the homes of sleeping people in Jingzhou. This is a relic left by Mr. Guo of Qingshui Town after his death, and it has the mark of White Lotus on it."

She winked at Zhong Liefeng, who immediately took out a scrap of cloth from his arms.

Jiang Fuyuan added: "These are the fragments of the opponent's clothes when King Duan was attacked on the frontline battlefield."

"Would you like to explain why the patterns on these things are exactly the same as the white lotus pattern on your bellyband?"