Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Entering the ghost field, the two fell on a meadow and smiled. Then find the direction and follow the north.

"I met a noble person before, and helped me once. He was in the north of Tianzhu Mountain. He has a party. Let's go find him. Otherwise, it is easy to be reviled by evil spirits."

After crossing the Yinshui River, Wang Ping proposed.

When the pony heard it, he hesitated and said: "Don't all the guys just want to escape the sinister sanctions, will they get together? Are they crazy, will there be good people?"

"I met this, it's not bad. At least we won't ask for anything. We just want to find a place to shelter, take shelter from the limelight, and then practice, and when we are strong enough, we will leave."

The pony was moved by him, but he still hesitated, saying: "But the little leaves say..."

"Small leaves and small leaves, you will know him!" Wang Ping suddenly angered his heart and yelled at the pony. "You say what you are listening to, do you have your own opinion?"

The pony bowed his head, and after a while, muttered: "Although I chose you, I never doubt that he will harm me. This time I am tired of him, I hope you can understand him."

When Wang Ping heard it, his eyes turned and his voice went down. He grabbed his hand and said, "I don't doubt him. I just think that you should have your own opinion and not live in his shadow."

The pony smiled a little. "I am not very assertive this time, so I am following you."

Wang Ping also laughed. "Let's go, wait until we are really stable, you can also go see them. When the two sides are sure, they will not be angry."

Pony thinks too, although this time he broke the heart of Ye Shaoyang, but after all, he is a brother. He believes that after the gas is removed, Ye Shaoyang will understand himself, but when he is accompanied by a crime, the brother can still do it. Going on, I can't help but rejoice. Follow Wang Ping and go deep into the ghost field.

Along the tributary of the Yinshui River, I don’t know how long it took. There were two mountains in front, like a knife, and a canyon in the middle filled with a thick layer of black mist.

"This is a ghost. Before I came with Ye Shaoyang, they had a fight with the same gang of ghosts. These are the ghosts that have not been dispersed."

Wang Ping took a look and said: "We still don't want to go from the canyon, turn over from the mountain."

After talking about pulling the small mountain, the pony is the body projection, although it is a ghost form, but after all, it is not the original soul, can not fly, but the body is also very light, not like in the world.

Along the way to the mountain, the pony went slower and slower. Wang Ping stopped and saw that his face was red and his face was a bit painful. He asked: "Is it just not going to the ghost field?"

"No, the last time I came, I feel that I have sucked too much yin, my body is very inflated, and the little leaves say that I am a spiritual medium. The body can automatically reconcile yin and yang."

The pony came under a tree and sat down on the knees. He said, "I have to sigh and adjust for a week to see if I can push these yin into the meridians."

Wang Ping nodded and walked over: "I will help you watch, you can breathe."

The pony closed his eyes and used the leaf of Zhou Shaoyang to indulge his heart and adjust his interest. He quickly entered a realm of self-forgetting, feeling the yin absorbed in the body, and his own yang, circulating in the meridians. , remitted to Dantian.

It’s like two small boats, in the midst of a vast ocean, experiencing the collision of violent winds and waves, almost sinking.

Pony meditation on the mind, very difficult to control the two small boats, and the wind and waves.

The boat was smashed by the waves several times, and it rose up strongly, waiting for the next impact...

Gradually, the pony is no longer nervous, but touches some kind of tidal law. Gradually understands compliance rather than confrontation. Controls two boats with the power of mind, according to the law of wind direction and tide, moving in one direction. Slow flow, like two fish, moving in one direction...

The inner feelings became more and more comfortable. In the end, the waves slowly stopped, and the wind stopped. The pony had only two boats left in the sea and was still spinning slowly.

"Hey..." The pony slowly spit out a breath, feeling refreshed, and the body's suffocation seemed to be a lot stronger. He took a sigh of sigh and went straight into Dantian. The meridians were unimpeded and there was no previous The feeling of silting up.

"How?" Wang Ping came up and asked with concern.

"It's very comfortable!"

The voice just fell, and a string of laughter sounded behind him. The pony suddenly turned back and saw a Taoist wearing a yellow coat and a crown, standing behind him with a smile on his face.

The pony felt a little familiar at first. After a closer look, he jumped up on the spot and opened the broken soul wand and pointed at him and said, "It's you!"

The Huang Yi Taoist smiled and said: "The kid is a good memory."

The pony knew that he did not admit the wrong person, and immediately felt bloody. The old Taoist in front of him was the priest who had previously blocked the ghost league and sealed the nine-tailed fox in the orphanage: Zhang Guo’s soul!

Didn't he be driven away by the wind? How could it appear in this place?

Zhang Guo looked at him up and down and said: "The poor road said that Ye Shaoyang's gang of people, all of them are different talents, even you are a humble mortal, actually a spiritual medium, and will vomit the heart of the law, Not simple, not simple."

The pony turned his head and looked at Wang Ping's strange look. "How could he come, do you know?"

Wang Pingdao: "Zhang Guo's predecessor is the one who saved me. He came to pick us up."

The pony was shocked. He knows the origin of Zhang Guo, and he can't have any good impression on him. Therefore, after listening to this, he is in a struggle.

Zhang Guo also saw that his expression was wrong, and he sighed: "The kid, the poor road to come to you, is your blessing, are you still not happy?"

The pony also snorted and said: "You are just a thousand-year-old white bat, and a fruit corpse that Zhang Guo has fallen from his body."

Zhang Guo is most jealous of being humanized. Almost no one knows who he is. He also can't figure out how the wind knows. His heart has been depressed, listening to the pony, and his face is sinking and bullying.

The pony also immediately lifted the broken soul stalk and passed it.

Zhang Guo's finger pushes and pushes, and the spirit of the broken soul wand is resolved. One hand grabs the pony's shoulder, and the demon gas is poured into the meridians, straight into the sea.

The pony immediately felt pain in his body, as if he had been licked by countless mosquitoes and worms.

Zhang Guo smiled lightly and said: "With your mana, you are still far away."

The pony trembled with pain, but refused to admit defeat on his mouth. He said with difficulty: "You are a devil, you are bullying an ordinary person like me. It was not the buttocks that were hit by the wind, ah..."