Big dreamer

In the void in front of the old man, there was a red peach wood magic sword suspended in the sky. It was engraved with a series of runes that Shen Luo couldn't understand, but he knew it was not a mortal thing.

What's a little strange is that both the suspended magic sword and the three people confronting each other are all staying motionless in place at this moment, as if they were cast a immobilizing spell at the same time.

Shen Luo did not dare to act rashly, but carefully approached from the side. Only then could he clearly see the faces of the two hanging people. They were actually two skeletal ghosts with green glowing eyes.

At the same time, he also heard bursts of "clanging" sounds in his ears, similar to the tension of strings.

Shen Luo carefully observed, and finally saw clearly that the body of the thin old Taoist was actually entangled with black threads that were almost invisible to the naked eye, but it was blocked by a thin layer of green light shining outside the Taoist robe. That’s why it’s difficult to detect.

And the two skeletal ghosts opened their mouths wide, and black threads spurted out from inside, tying up the suspended red magic sword. In the thick black mist that surged violently around them, one could still be seen. The dense red runes kept rolling and impacting the ghost body. The two were like two armies, one attacking and one defending, fighting inextricably.

"It turns out that the three are not immobile, but have formed a delicate balance. No one can do anything about the other." Shen Luo understood, and without any hesitation, he pinched the magic formula with both hands and suddenly waved his sleeves and said: "Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud sound of wind in the sleeves of the robe, and a white light flew out as fast as an arrow.

Just listen to a muffled "bang" sound.

The one on the left side of the two ghosts was shot into the back of the head by a talisman wrapped in white light, and the entire skull head flew out, hitting the stone wall and shattering.

Bone fragments flew on the stone wall, and under the exposed talisman, a twisted and blurry green ghost was nailed. Under the white light emitted by the talisman, it made a sharp wailing sound, and soon turned into thick water.

The remnants of his body immediately disappeared like smoke, leaving only a tattered black robe that fell to the ground.

Under the corner, the balance between one person and two ghosts was broken by Shen Luo, and the pressure on the thin old man was suddenly greatly reduced.

A flash of light suddenly lit up in his eyes. He pulled the black silk thread wrapped around his body with one hand and directly pulled the remaining ghost down in front of him. The other hand made a finger-like gesture and pointed towards its forehead.

I saw the old Taoist pointing his finger, and the ghost suddenly let out a shrill roar, and was suddenly surrounded by large red runes. The black ghost mist surged violently and dissipated one after another.

The old Taoist let go of the hand holding the silk thread and made a move in the air. The red magic sword immediately flew into his hand and slashed down towards the ghost. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, almost done in one go.

There was a soft sound of "chi"!

A red crack appeared from head to toe on the ghost, and it was split in half. Then its body burned with blazing red flames, and soon turned into ashes.

Seeing that the old man was out of trouble, Shen Luo rushed to greet him.

However, the old Taoist glared at him, raised his magic sword and pointed it at him.

Shen Luo's movements froze, and when he was about to speak, he saw the fingers of Lao Dao's other hand slightly curled, and he grabbed the void again.

He felt a strong suction suddenly hit him, and something in the clothes on his chest flew out involuntarily.

Shen Luo took a closer look and discovered that it was the jade pendant token that Zhenren Luo had urgently thrown into his arms when he sent him here.

The old Taoist looked at the jade pendant and frowned:

"What happened to Yuan Zhen?"

He didn't seem to think there was anything strange about Shen Luo appearing here?

Shen Luo was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that the "Yuan Zhen" mentioned by the old Taoist refers to Zhenren Luo.

"Reporting to Master Luo, Master Luo..." Shen Luo immediately told the old man everything that had happened in Zhenren Luo's courtyard.

When the old Taoist heard Shen Luo say that Master Luo called them "monsters" after the transformation of ancient spirits, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he sighed and said:

"Unexpectedly, the ancient spirit has been a disciple for many years, and it turns out to be a demon in disguise... It seems that the demon has been eyeing our Spring and Autumn Temple for a long time, and it has stayed dormant for such a long time at any cost."

"Uncle Master, the situation over there with Master Luo is critical. Please go quickly to provide support." Shen Luo said anxiously.

The old Taoist shook his head with a bitter look on his face, and then opened his Taoist robe.

Shen Luo looked at it with some confusion, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

I saw a blood hole the size of a fist on the right side of the abdomen under the old Taoist robe. There was a circle of black crystals on it, exuding a fishy smell.

"Like Yuan Zhen, I was poisoned a long time ago. I was attacked by two ghost ghosts earlier and was seriously injured. Now my cultivation is at a loss and only a small part of my mana is left. I have no time to take care of myself. "Uncle Master said bitterly.

"It's like this. If this is the case, my uncle has no choice but to escape first and then think of other ways." Shen Luo murmured.

The old Taoist shook his head and suddenly asked:

"I know all the three inner disciples in the temple, but you don't seem to be among them?"

"Disciple Shen Luo, just now Master Luo has accepted me as his inner disciple! Master, uncle, now is not the time to talk about this, I'd better let my disciple take you out of here first." Shen Luo said even more anxiously.

"Well, you are already a true disciple trained in the temple, and you have also cultivated your magic power. Yuan Zhen is able to send you here, so you must be someone he truly trusts. Let me ask you, are you willing to inherit my Spring and Autumn Period? Can the lineage of "Xiao Maoshan Chun Qiu Guan" be continued by reading the "Chun Yang Treasure Book"?" Uncle Shi's expression suddenly became solemn, and he stared at Shen Luo and asked.

"Uncle Master, of course this disciple is willing to pass on my Secret Code of Spring and Autumn Aspects. The sect's inheritance is of great importance. Let's wait until you turn the corner before we talk about it." Shen Luo was greatly surprised when he heard this. He didn't think about the pros and cons for a while. I could only answer vaguely at first.

"It's too late. My injuries are more serious than what you see, and I have also been imprinted with spells by the Netherworld Ghost. Now I can no longer leave this stone room. You and I just killed two Netherworld Ghosts. I'm afraid it will be very long." A more powerful enemy will come over soon..." Uncle Shi coughed violently, and a trace of blood suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Shen Luo hesitated.

"Don't hesitate any longer! If you delay any longer, both you and I will die, and our inheritance of Spring and Autumn Temple will also be cut off!" Uncle Master grabbed Shen Luo's shoulders and said with a strong voice.

"Disciple agrees." Shen Luo made up his mind instantly, raised his head suddenly, and replied firmly.

"Okay, Shen Luo, from today on, you are the new generation guardian of the inheritance of Chun Qiu Guan's "Pure Yang Book"." Uncle Shi looked relaxed and nodded.

After saying that, he took Shen Luo's hand and placed the token jade pendant in his palm.