Hachishomon

The golden robe...it was still Chu Huanian.

Tian Mozi fell to the ground with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and involuntarily tore off another Buddhist beads and shot towards him.

The mana-filled Buddha beads were like a meteorite with a trailing awn and a tail, breaking through layers of obstacles and rushing towards Chu Huanian like a bamboo.

With such a ruthless method, is it really going to wipe out all the demons in the world? !

Lu Wangchuan didn't help his relatives, he erected his long sword and flew to block it, the long sword, which was also condensed three points of pungent sword energy, slashed straight down, and the Buddhist beads were split in two under his blade.

"is that you?"

Lu Wangchuan turned around and questioned Chu Huanian expressionlessly: "Did you do it, didn't you?! How dare you lie to me!"

Chu Huanian was almost killed by someone for no reason, and he was very annoyed: "Did I do what? You don't believe me? It's justified?! Who is this person!"

Lu Wangchuan: "Stop farting! I'll ask you if you killed him!"

Chu Huanian: "No! I found it from the smell!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Wangchuan breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands and said, "Come here, I believe in you"

Chu Huanian didn't have such a cruel heart, nor did he have the ability.

Even if he turned against the heavenly demon and fell into the devil's way, he does not seek to make progress, and is willing to be a small demon cultivator who is enough to save his life. In adversity, he can be submissive and adapt to adversity. He will never think of resisting. It can be said that he has no ambition , If you don't strive hard, you can also say that he doesn't have that nausea, what he has is just a kindness in dealing with the world, which hasn't changed from the beginning to the end.

If the person was really murdered by him, it is impossible for Lu Wangchuan to kill his relatives righteously, pretending to be a sanctimonious saint, and killing his brother with his hands, just beat and kick his senior brother and don't do it again. He knows his senior brother, even if Chu Huanian is really evil for a while Killing people and cultivating Taoism from the heart, there is nothing that can't be solved by kicking, as long as the opponent is Lu Wangchuan, he will listen.

However, Chu Huanian didn't know how to kill. He was kind and always had been. Luo Yutang's death made him feel hatred, but it didn't harden his heart, but softened it.

Chu Huanian walked up to him angrily and snorted.

At this time, Lu Wangchuan was in no mood to talk to him, and said to Tianmozi, "You don't recognize him? The little prince of Jinwangfu, he has indeed entered the way of magic now, but he won't make a big deal out of small troubles, and the murder in Sanlizhuang is even more impossible. It was he who did it, why bother to face each other so quickly, look at him, the embroidered pillow, he can't stop you with three moves, it's easy to kill him, why don't you check the truth for a while?"

Chu Huanian: ...

He could tell that the little junior brother was speaking for him, but it just sounded... really unpleasant.

Tian Mozi twirled the beads and asked, "Who is it?"

"I'll show you who it is"

Lu Wangchuan suddenly raised his sword and swung a sword aura. The sword aura destroyed the ten-foot giant Buddha, and the adobe rolled down like a mud wolf releasing a flood. The giant Buddha collapsed like this and turned into clods all over the ground.

"...Tang He!"

After the Buddha statue collapsed, the man buried in it lost his protection and was exposed in front of them. The man was wearing a shabby green shirt, his eyes were covered with white belts, and he was sitting on a futon as if meditating, with a Liuqin on his lap. After that Tang He disappeared for three years.

Chu Huanian was about to rush over with his sword in hand: "I've been looking for you for a long time, please explain clearly to me!"

Lu Wangchuan stretched out his hand to stop him, and frowned as he looked at Tang He, who sat motionless on the futon.

He could see that Tang He at this time was different from Tang He three years ago...

If Tang He was just a ghost cultivator three years ago, and he just summoned Deadpool to follow him, then now, he has been completely reborn, and is no longer as simple as a ghost cultivator.

His complexion was pale, and his skin exuded an aura as cold as ice and snow. It seemed that he was not even a living person.

When Tian Mozi tried to approach him, he waved his sleeve lightly, and a gust of wind forced him back a few steps.

Even Tiangang Disha can manipulate it freely, Lu Wangchuan held the sword and did not act rashly, the current Tang He is undoubtedly too powerful and too tricky.

"I'll call Jiang Hua"

Jiang Hongling said: "Only Jiang Hua can fight against him"

After Jiang Hongling finished speaking, he was about to go down the mountain. After walking a few steps, he heard the sound of a piano behind him, and then men in warrior robes came out from the dark night. These men had red eyes and pale faces, as if they had crawled out of an underground coffin. He was as cold as a dead person, without a breath of life.

They seemed to emerge from the ground, and there were countless of them in all directions, and they surrounded them in a blink of an eye.

Lu Wangchuan glanced around at these puppet-like men and guessed their origins.

Three years ago, the massacre of Mujiazhuang exterminated the family shocked the world, and the Mujiazhuang ghost soldiers made it known to the world. However, Sanfang Xuanmen and Zhuxian Buddha head only focused on intercepting and killing Mu Youcai, and neglected to track down the cannibals of Mujiazhuang. The whereabouts of those ghosts also ignored Mu Youcai's reversal of the blood curse, the ghosts were sacrificed, and they successfully attacked and seized their homes. In other words, this ghost soldier was trained...

These people are exactly from Mujiazhuang.

Lu Wangchuan recognized at a glance that the two young boys in the group of ghost soldiers, they were handsome and extremely similar in appearance, they were the two followers that Mu Jinlan brought to Taowu Mountain.

He originally thought that Tang He was just driven by others, but now he is manipulating the ghost soldiers and tossing himself into a living dead. Mu Youcai's death and Chu Huanian's attack must be blamed on him.

Hearing Jiang Hongling's cry of pain, Lu Wangchuan turned his head and saw several ferocious corpses surrounding her, all of them stretched out their sharp ghost claws to besiege her.

A bloodstain was scratched on Jiang Hongling's arm, and they forced him to step back step by step with a sword in his hand.

Jiang Hongling's ability is not small, and her swordsmanship is also superb, but these ghost soldiers are not dead or injured, they don't feel pain and they don't flinch, they are many levels higher than the fierce corpses in Dongfeng.

What's even more strange is that these ghost soldiers attacked her viciously as if seeking revenge as they recognized her. Their flesh and flesh were like armor.

"Protect her"

Lu Wangchuan pushed Chu Huanian towards Jiang Hongling, then flew up with his sword in his hand, stepping on the ghost soldier's head and rushing towards Tang He.

Tang He seemed to be aware of it, and hooked the strings with his middle finger downwards. At that moment, the ghost soldiers all over the ground roared like crazy and jumped up to block his way.

The ankle was suddenly grabbed by a hand, Lu Wangchuan turned around and swept over with a sword, the blade slashed down and cut a ghost soldier in half, but a strange scene also happened from this.

There was not a drop of blood in the body of the two halves of the corpse that fell on the ground. With a burst of chirps like silkworm chrysalis surging, the split corpse quickly grew hands and feet, and even the split head grew out. And 'human shape human shape'.

He finally understood why the sorcery of refining ghost soldiers is so highly praised by people with unrighteous minds. It is really powerful. It can be transformed into two, second into three, and third into death, let alone unkillable. Even if it can be killed, it will never be finished.

It was already very difficult for Chu Huanian to protect the injured Jiang Hongling from the ghost soldiers' pursuit and interception. Over there, Tian Mozi was also trapped by the ghost soldiers, and if he killed one enemy, he gained a hundred instead. He was temporarily trapped and could only defend but not attack.

Lu Wangchuan looked at the corpses crushed by his own sword energy and quickly turned into intact 'people' and got up from the ground. These ghost soldiers can't be killed, and if they can't be killed, they will only increase the number of opponents. What should I do...

"Forget the River!"

Chu Huanian shouted, "I can't stand it anymore!"

"Take Miss Jiang down the mountain!"

As soon as Lu Wangchuan finished speaking, he heard the sound of a flute passing through the nebula and descending into the sky.

Jiang Hua stood on an edge of the soil, with his jade flute on his lips, and played a piece of "Rescue Soul", a tune by Tang He, with his eyes closed.

The ghost soldiers all over the place, as if they heard the fixed body spell, their fierce faces turned into bewildered ones, and they stood there in a daze, motionless.

The sound of flute during the day can only be used to restrain the soul by reversing the melody of the song "Requieming the Soul", so if he plays it as usual, he may be able to calm these ghost soldiers.

Jiang Hua made the right bet.

Tang He slightly raised his head to face the direction of the flute sound, with his five fingers attached to the strings, there was no movement for a while.

Lu Wangchuan took the opportunity to rush towards the grotto with his sword in hand, and swung his sword across a stream of sword energy to attack Tang He!

Without the interception of the ghost soldiers, the unstoppable sword energy roared out like sharp arrows fired by a thousand troops.

Tang He took a long time to pull out a string of zither sounds to block it, but he was a step too late and only unleashed two parts of his sword energy, and the rest of the sword energy hit him, flew up and fell into the dirt on the ground.

"Lu dog egg!"

Jiang Hua closed his flute angrily, and flew down the air: "You dare to hurt him, I will let ghosts eat you!"

Lu Wangchuan wanted to swing his sword again, but he stopped when he walked into the grotto, not because he was threatened by Jiang Hua, but because he saw Tang He wearing a nailed soul lock in the lute bone on his right shoulder, which was worn by the soul of death in hell. The instruments of torture, he had seen them on Luo Yutang before...

Jiang Hua wanted to go to help him up, but saw him turn Liuqin upside down and make a sound to force Jiang Hua back.

Jiang Hua stopped in his tracks, his gaze suddenly became deep.

"His five senses are blocked"

Lu Wangchuan heard him say in a calm tone that he had never heard before: "I don't even know who the person standing in front of me is, I can't hear it, I can't see it, I can't speak it, I can see the nail on his shoulder. Is the soul locked? He is now under the control of others, and he can't do anything he wants."

Lu Wangchuan glanced at him, and suddenly sighed inwardly.

I owe so many favors, how about paying back one?

At this time, Tian Mozi rushed to the grotto through the group of ghost soldiers, twisting the ready-to-go Buddha beads between his fingers.

Lu Wangchuan took a few steps forward, then turned around, blocked Jiang Hua and Tang He, and said, "Take him away, I won't be able to hold him back for long."

Tian Mozi looked at him indifferently, turning the beads between his fingers.

Jiang Hua looked back, then ran to Tang He and helped him up.

Tang He was seriously injured by Lu Wangchuan's sword. He stood up holding the qin for support, and pushed Jiang Hua's hand away.

Jiang Hua grabbed his wrist, gritted his teeth and said, "Follow me."

As soon as Tang He left, the ghost soldiers disappeared.

One-on-one is a gentleman's style, and it is naturally not Lu Wangchuan's style. Why not use a helper, and the opponent is so difficult.

"Brother, come and help!"

☆. The road is long and the journey is long [[-]]