Super Great Fortune Teller

"This..." When the elder heard Guo Ziqi say this, his face became heavy.

"Although Wang Qian's body can't move now, it's because Wang Qian has fallen in the Taiyi cartilage incense of our Taiyi sect. He can't lift his strength or Yang Qi, but his spirit power can still be used. Whether he is the second elder martial brother or the Third Elder martial brother, he has been severely damaged by Wang Qian's spirit means. As long as we dare to send someone to attack Wang Qian tonight, we will die "Less." Guo Ziqi glanced coldly at the elder and said.

The elder didn't think of Wang Qian's horror until then, and his face changed.

"Once we send someone to kill Wang Qian, he will definitely kill him. Wang Qian has sufficient alibi. It's not cost-effective to sell his life in vain."

Hearing Guo Ziqi's words, the elder finally sighed and stopped talking.

"However, it doesn't matter. Tomorrow, Wang Qian and his Southern Feng Shui Association will be destroyed." Guo Ziqi closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The elder got up and left. He found a room and began to meditate.

Late at night.

Wang Qian lay on the bed, his soul body slowly out of the body, and then, Wang Qian's soul body fingers repeatedly move in the air, until a rune is painted, and then the rune is pasted on the door and window.

Take care of your body.

Wang Qian's soul body quietly appeared in zhangjiacun and began to explore the fengshui of zhangjiacun.

Stars all over the sky are scattered in Zhangjia village.

Wang Qian's soul body quietly out of the house, the whole Zhangjia village has turned off the lights, dark.

It's midnight now. Fortunately, Wang Qian's soul can clearly see the scenery around him.

Through the light of stars, Wang Qian's soul, looming, walks at the door of every household in Zhangjia village. If someone sees this scene, I'm afraid it's not to be scared.

"This is Zhang Jiao's home." After Wang Qian went to the door, he took a look inside and found that the family was Zhang Jiao, who was rude to him at night.

However, Wang Qian shook his head and didn't attack the man.

"According to the villagers, livestock die for no reason."

Thinking of this, Wang Qian sat down in the middle of the village.

The night is deep, and the village seems to have been pressed the sleep button. There is no sound, only a faint wind blowing through people's ears. Occasionally, there is a dog barking and the snoring of some strong men.

Wang Qian's spiritual sense extends far away.

Right now.

There was a clear sound of footsteps in Wang Qian's ear. He raised his eyes and looked over. The sound came from the entrance of the village.

There is an arch bridge at the entrance of Zhangjia village. Under the arch bridge is a stream. Wang Qian can hear the footsteps coming from the stream.

If someone else hears the footsteps in the dark, he will be scared out of his wits. However, Wang Qian's face shows a sneer after hearing the footsteps.

"I'll see what the hell you are." Wang Qian's soul body converged his breath, and then leaned all the way to the entrance of Zhang Jia village.

In the dim night, the first thing that came to Wang Qian's eyes was the stream reflecting the moonlight. The stream reflected the moonlight, just like a small piece of milky way. On the Bank of the stream, there stood a dark shadow as high as two meters.

The shadow could not see his outline clearly in the dark.

However, his eyes were unusually bright, emitting a faint red light.

Instead of disturbing the shadow, Wang Qian observed it from a distance.

After the shadow appeared from the river, there was a sound of drinking in his mouth.

Then he walked towards a family at the entrance of the village.

Woof, woof!!

In the dark, there was a barking sound from the dog. However, under the close gaze of this figure, the half sized local dog clamped its tail tightly and made a whimpering sound.

Wang Qian saw the shadow slowly approaching the local dog, and then stretched out his long arm, just like a rubber man, which was about to catch the local dog.

Wang Qian's soul body appeared suddenly.

Then, if the shadow felt it, he immediately looked back at Wang Qian. Wang Qian was moved by his condescending momentum and the black air all over his body.

After Wang Qian saw the shadow, he shook his head: "not even a product, ha ha."

When the shadow saw Wang Qian coming, he continued to make a vague voice, but it was already threatening.

When Wang Qian heard the threat from the shadow, he didn't care. His face was full of sarcasm.

"How dare you threaten me?" Wang Qian shook his head.

Then, the shadow approached Wang Qian step by step. Behind him, a series of dirty water stains dropped.

Suddenly, the shadow stretched out his two arms and grabbed Wang Qian's body. Wang Qian met the arm he had grabbed, with a mocking smile on his mouth, and pulled out his Zhong Kui sword.Zhong Kui's sword flashed cold.

Brush! With a loud sound, he chopped the arm of the shadow.

WOW! It's a big noise.

This figure's arm fell to the ground, and then turned into a pool of water stains.

Wang Qian didn't know what the origin of this thing was. He didn't have flesh and bones, and it wasn't a ghost condensed by evil spirit.

"What the hell is this?" Wang Qian frowned.

However, the shadow in the water leaned towards Wang Qian again, with a dangerous signal in his mouth and a pair of fierce eyes staring at him.

Wang Qian laid Zhongkui sword across his chest. The bright moonlight hit it. The light of the moon reflected from the body of the sword and shone on the dark face.

It was an extremely horrible face, blue faced, very bloated, looking like a floating corpse in the water for seven or eight days.

He opened his mouth, mouth black can't see teeth, just like that toward Wang Qian ran over.

Looking back, Wang Qian waved a few swords. The shadow looked terrible. However, under Zhong Kui's sword, he had no resistance at all. He was killed by Wang Qian on the spot and turned into a big pool of water stains.

Seeing the water stains, Wang Qian's eyes finally showed a dignified color.

But at this time, Wang Qian's ear once again came the sound of steps ashore.

This time, Wang Qian arrived at the stream at the entrance of the village for the first time, where another two meter high figure stood.

Wang Qian, the corner of his mouth twitching, "do you want to drain this stream?"

Wang Qian shook his head, then flew to the figure again, and raised his hand to chop the shadow.

The shadow turned into a pool of water again.

This time, Wang Qian himself was staring at the Bank of the stream.

Sure enough, just over ten minutes later, the black shadow appeared again in the stream. The black shadow came out slowly from the stream. It's like walking dead.