Hearing this, Song Fengchen frowned and his eyes fell on the young man.

The young man crawling on the ground trembled, his nose and tears muffled his face: "I, I know that I was wrong, it's all my fault, I harmed Master Guangyang..."

"Okay." Song Fengchen interrupted him.

Jomo heard the impatience in his tone, the young man shrank and really closed his mouth, but silently moved to the corner, for fear of obstructing the eyes of everyone present.

"The most urgent task is to rescue the master first." Song Fengchen raised his head and looked at Xuanzhen and the others.

You still have to ask Guangyang for the specific situation.

Ding Sijing said quickly: "Master Song has nothing to do with his instructions."

"Trouble Mr. Ding to help me prepare buckets, wooden boards, rice bowls, lamp bulbs, wicks, long incense, and rapeseed oil." Song Fengchen was not welcome at the moment.

"The reason why the uncle is unconscious is because Qipu was broken up by the Desperate Palm. If you want him to wake up, you only need to do something to bring him back to his place."

The lifting tube stands upright on the ground. Place a wooden board on the lifting tube, a bowl on the board, water in the bowl, float the lamp on the water, add rapeseed oil in the lamp, put seven wicks, and point seven eyes.

Song Fengchen leaped forward and landed steadily on the board.

Xuan Zhen immediately drew out the three sticks of incense and sent them to Song Fengchen, seeing that he took the long incense, and immediately returned to the original place.

I saw Song Fengchen sticking the three sticks of incense on his forehead, closing his eyes and chanting the incense curse first: "The way is learned from the heart, and the heart is fake. The incense is passed on the jade furnace... I will report this for nine days."

Only a buzzing sound was heard, and no fire spontaneously ignited above the long incense.

Then he chanted: "The lamp is a magic lamp, one lamp, two lamps and three lamps. Climbing the mountains and crossing the ridge to light the oil lamp, it will be bright, and the light will turn around—"

As the word ‘zhuan’ fell vigorously, the lamp floating on the water suddenly revolved violently from east to west. The surface of the water was calm, and the seven lights formed a circle of light above the lamp.

He only listened to him finally shouting: "Shenzong's immortal teacher's order, Tianling belongs to my heart. The palm of the hand wheel Sanchun, nine days chase the soul."

As soon as the voice fell, the three sticks of incense sticks on his forehead trembled suddenly, and the incense ash hanging on the incense head fell all the way, just hitting the aperture, only heard a crash, and the rapidly rotating lamp stopped instantly. Come down.

Ding Sijing and others fixed their eyes, and there were only six flames left in the lamp.

"Come again!" Song Fengchen threw away the three sticks of incense in his hand and stretched out his right hand.

Xuan Zhen immediately took two steps forward and delivered the three sticks of incense that had been prepared to him.

Repeat this seven times.

As the last light in the lamp went out, Song Fengchen lightly tapped his feet, turned over, and landed steadily on the ground.

He turned around, picked up the lamp, and pulled out all the wicks, leaving the rapeseed oil in it and handing it to Xuan Zhen: "Feed it to the master."

"Yes." Xuan Zhen took the lamp in a hurry.

Within a quarter of an hour, Guang Yang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the two brothers Xuanzhen hurriedly surrounded him: "Master--"

Guangyang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze swept across Xuanzhen's body, and then as if he was thinking of something, he subconsciously touched his chest, "hiss--"

In the sound of gasp, Song Fengchen's voice came in his ear.

"Master."

Guang Yang followed the voice and looked over and saw Song Fengchen. He didn't need to think about whose handwriting he was able to wake up. With Song Fengchen in charge, he was also relieved a lot: "Look less at the master."

"It's hard work." Song Fengchen said.

"Hey!" Guang Yang couldn't help but sighed, lying half leaning on the bed under the support of the two brothers Xuanzhen: "I don't know that means and luck are also part of strength. After all, I am still inferior to humans. ."

Xuan Zhen looked angrily, but before he could speak, he heard Guang Yang ask, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"From noon yesterday to now." Xuanhe replied.

"It's been a day and a half." Guangyang touched the palm print on his chest, looked up at Song Fengchen, and only said: "Zong Guiren is not very good, just a superb use of a substitute technique, which is really a headache. I got rid of the three so-called three ghost generals under his hand, and only one of the two ghost kings remained. He himself suffered several swords from me, and he should not be injured lightly."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Ding Sijing: "Have you collected the things that I asked you to put away before I fell into a coma yesterday?"

"Take it away." Ding Sijing nodded quickly. The butler behind him immediately turned and walked out. When he came back, he had an extra lunch box in his hand.

"This is the blood that Zongguiren vomited out when I was injured." Guangyang panted lightly and looked back at Song Fengchen: "Next, I'll be bother to watch the subject."

"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded, it is not easy for Guangyang to do this.

He reached out and took the lunch box in the housekeeper's hand, and opened it to see that there was a mass of blood-stained toilet paper inside.

The question now is not just about getting rid of Zongguiren, but how to get Zongguiren to come to the door by himself, so that he can get rid of his heart and soul and relieve Guangyang's desperate palm.

However, Desperate Palm——

Song Fengchen had an idea in his heart, he suddenly raised his head: "Master, do you remember what Zong Guiren looks like?"

"You want to--" Guangyang's expression was shaken.

Song Fengchen said in a deep voice: "The sound hits the west and crosses the sea without telling the sky."

After eating a fairly sumptuous dinner, Ding Sijing gave the servants and bodyguards in the villa a vacation. Guangyang Qiang supported the sick body and gave Song Fengchen a palm-sized humanoid mud that looked exactly the same as Zongguiren. I.

"This is a craft handed down from my family's ancestors. Before I joined the Changning Temple, I relied on this craft to survive the war."

He couldn't help saying: "The formation of Desperate Palm Palm has been lost for a long time. I didn't expect that the young master would have this formation."

Otherwise, Zong Guiren had already shot the Ding family to death, so why bother to spend such a big setback, send a ghost to fight for his life, and do everything possible to sneak attacks or something.

After all, the Ding family is like a snake in the Hong Kong market. It is normal for Zong Guiren to get their image stand-in.

"I was lucky to get this formation too." Song Fengchen said vaguely.

I can't say that this was inherited from an evil cultivator in his previous life.

After speaking, he threw the nine talisman seals that he was about to burn into the iron bucket full of rooster blood at his feet.

He picked up a wooden stick and stirred it in the iron bucket, then lifted the iron bucket and splashed it on the open space in front of the villa.

Along with the breeze, a strong smell of blood rushed over his face. As soon as the rooster's blood hit the ground, a red light burst out, and the blood on the ground instantly flowed, but within a few breaths, it formed a table for the table. The huge pattern at the center.

The red light was instantly annihilated.

Song Fengchen walked to the altar table. On the far left, where he saw his eyes, there were seven standing grassmen with seven characters on their chests written on their chests. Two stones were randomly placed behind the grass man, with one in the middle. A blank grass man and a blood-stained toilet paper. On the far right is the clay doll that Guangyang has pinched.

Not much nonsense.

Song Fengchen only saw Song Fengchen grabbed the three clear bells under the candlestick and slammed it on the toilet paper with a bang, saying: "Dangling the soul, how can you keep it. The three souls are early, the seven souls are coming..."

At this moment, he lifted the Sanqing Bell to the candlelight, only to hear a chuckle, and the toilet paper attached to the mouth of the Sanqing Bell suddenly lit up with a flame.

"Five Dao, please, deliberately arrest. Take the soul and possess the body, help the spirit..."

While speaking, San Qing Ling had already moved to the top of the blank grass man.

"jingle--"

While shaking his wrist, accompanied by a crisp bell, all the ashes from the toilet paper fell on the blank grass man, and disappeared instantly.

It's now--

He suddenly put down the three clearing bells, put his index and middle fingers together, and put the **** of his right hand on the palm of his left hand, and raised his hands to the top of his head, shouting: "The heavenly gate opens, the ground gate opens, and the boy of a thousand miles is coming!"

Before the words fell, the blank scarecrow stood up suddenly.

"jingle!"

Song Fengchen picked up the three clearing bells again, and under the control of the bells, the blank scarecrow seemed to be being pulled by something, and slowly walked in the direction of the seven standing straw men.

...

It's in a small farmyard just ten kilometers away from Ding's house.

Zong Guiren woke up from his entering concentration, listening to the sirens coming from outside the house, his heart moved.

Sure enough, the next moment, there was a knock on the door, and only the person outside the room said: "Master Zong, the ten pairs of virgin boys and virgins you want, my husband found you!"

So fast!

Zongguiren's heart was overjoyed, and he didn't doubt that he was there. He only knew that with these ten pairs of virgin boys and virgins, even if his injuries could not be healed, he would be better off. When the time comes, he will definitely go to the door again and smash the corpses of the smelly Taoist priest and the Ding family. Only in this way can he relieve his hatred.

Thinking about this, Zong Guiren got out of bed and walked over to open the door.

"Master Zong, please here!" The middle-aged man outside the door was pleased and led him to the front yard.

"Beep—Beep—"

Walking through the living room, Zong Guiren couldn't help being upset and irritated while listening to the continuous harsh siren outside the house, his brows frowned: "What's the matter, the horn keeps ringing?"

The middle-aged man speeded up his pace and said, "No way, this place is too remote. Some sections of the road are not easy to walk, and the car broke down when it came."

Hearing what he said, Zong Guiren's face improved a lot.

He followed the middle-aged man and walked across the gate of the hospital.

Outside the house was covered with dark clouds, and there was no starlight. Two trucks were parked not far away. Seven people got on the truck and saw Zong Guiren and the middle-aged man. They immediately stood in place respectfully.

...

Seeing the blank grass man getting closer and closer to the seven grass man, Song Fengchen gave a light sigh at the blank grass man. The moment the blank grass man stopped at his request, his right hand pointed at the grass man heavily. A shot, followed by the blank grass man soaring into the air, rushed in the direction where the seven grass man was.

...

Just when Zongguiren was only a few meters away from the two trucks, a cloud of wind suddenly blew out of thin air, which instantly extinguished the heat in Zongguiren's heart.

Something is wrong--

Zong Guiren's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously slowed down, only to realize that besides the harsh siren, the surroundings were quiet and terrifying. He clearly remembered that there was a creek behind the yard, but now he couldn't even hear the sound of water.

He slowly slowed down, put the back of his left hand behind him, his fingers were dancing, and the picture in front of him was distorted.

He closed his eyes, and the harsh whistle in his ear turned into a crisp bell.

He opened his eyes, the two trucks turned into two rocks, and the seven people standing in front of the truck turned into strange things.

Hornless dragons, mountain spirits, earth spirits, ghost boys, zombies...

Demon Demon Demon Demon Demon!

Qisha Soul Locking Formation——

Zong Guiren's pupils tightened, and he looked down, only to realize that his feet had never touched the ground, but it was not in the state of his soul.

He stopped quickly, but didn't want to. At this moment, a huge force hit his back out of thin air, and his whole person was like a crossbow, soaring into the air and flying straight forward.

not good--

Seeing that he was about to fall into the Seven Evil Soul Locking Formation, he did not hesitate to pick up a wooden sign from his waist and threw it outward.

The moment he fell into the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, two black lights flashed at the same time, Zong Guiren's figure suddenly appeared ten meters away from the Qisha, and the people in the formation seemed to have become A female ghost in red was found.

...

As soon as the blank grass man got out of control, Song Fengchen pressed the palm of his right hand down, and his anger fell into the field, and the blood under his feet burst out with a burst of red light, gathering on his palm. In the next moment, the raised palm slammed it against the mud puppet on the far right of the altar.

boom--

Under the palm of the hand, the mud even turned into powder.

...

Outside the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, Zong Guiren finally stood firm. Fortunately, he raised his head to look at the scarlet ghost.

However, they found that the Qisha Soul Locking Formation, which was supposed to be surging, was quiet and not decent at this moment. The Qisha stood motionless on the spot, allowing the red ghost to attack them.

Stabbed loudly.

The claws of the female ghost in red penetrated the chest of the spirit in front of him. Zong Guiren could see clearly that it was not blood but stalks that splashed out.

Looking at it again, the spirit of the earth is gone, and what is left is a grass man!

fake!

In the count-

Zong Guiren's breathing was stagnant.

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air whistled.

He raised his head, and a blood-red slap struck him from top to bottom.

Zong Guiren subconsciously touched his waist, unconsciously feeling it, he realized that the ghost under his hand had been eliminated by Guangyang, and the only remaining fruit was also thrown out by him just now.

Sorry!

Zong Guiren's expression cracked, and the blood-red slap came in an instant, slamming on his chest fiercely.

"boom--"

Zong Guiren flew out.