Pick up a celestial master and go home to town house

The neon lights at night shine through the windows, shining much brighter here than in the corridor.

Faced with so many ghosts, Zhou Yi reacted very calmly, as if he was used to it, and the ease with which he fought ghosts made Luo Qingzuo not sure about Zhou Yi's details. How could ordinary people behave like this.

"Brother Zhou, no, Brother Zhou, to be honest, are you a mage who came to steal my business?"

Luo Qing fixed a grieving ghost, and made a magic seal, and the grieving ghost dissipated with a scream, but there were too many grieving ghosts, even if the grieving ghosts around him were thrown out by Zhou Yi, there were still very few ghosts scattered.

"If I were a sorcerer, would I be trapped here in such a mess?" Zhou Yi panted slightly, the ghost was so light that he could fly away without any effort, but he couldn't hold it up after a long time.

"That's right." Luo Qingzuo muttered, still not sure.

Although the complaining ghosts are not as powerful as the Li ghosts, they can't help but have a large number of them, and Zhou Yi is still injured.

They were surrounded more and more tightly, and there were still endless resentful ghosts pouring in from outside. Zhou Yi helped Luo Qingzuo block attacks from other places, but Luo Qingzuo simply gave up defense and concentrated on killing ghosts. The two people who had just met had no choice but to start. cooperate.

"Brother Luo, think of a way." Zhou Yi counted the number of punches silently, a little regretting that he didn't like to exercise normally, and when he got home, he must add exercise to the luxury package.

Luo Qingzuo also saw that Zhou Yi's speed was gradually slowing down, "Lend me some more blood, I will draw a Zhengyang formation first, let's go in and rest for a while."

This time it is impossible not to do bloodletting, Zhou Yi reluctantly extended his left hand to Luo Qingzuo's face, and continued to fight monsters with his right hand, "You help me bloodletting, I am so thin and tender, I can't get down by myself... oh~ ~~"

Blood flowed profusely, Luo Qingzuo quickly wiped something on Zhou Yi's hand, Zhou Yi screamed and pulled back his hand, but found that his hand was intact without any wounds, the pain just now seemed to be an illusion, replaced by a piece of coolness .

And Luo Qingzuo was in a hurry to close a flat porcelain cover the size of cool oil and stuff it into his bosom.

It’s a good thing, but it’s a pity that this guy is reluctant to let himself use it. He was reluctant to take it out when he was dealing with the forehead wound. Zhou Yi looked at Luo Qingzuo with fiery eyes. Come on.

"Okay, come in!"

Zhou Yi didn't wait for Luo Qingzuo to finish shouting, he had already jumped in, and two people squeezed in a circle with a diameter of more than one meter. I didn't dare to go in for a while.

"Do you think we look like Tang Monk who was protected by a circle drawn by Brother Hou? It's just that this circle is a bit crowded." Zhou Yi thought it was quite interesting, the grieving ghosts were crowded in front of the formation, and really couldn't get in, so he simply stayed in the circle Sit down and rest.

As soon as he sat down, Luo Qingzuo also sat down, "I also want to draw a big one, but do you have enough blood?"

"Oh!" The two sighed together.

The little ghost floated above her dead body and looked at them anxiously, "I, ask someone to help you, save you." After the little ghost finished speaking, she burrowed into the wall and disappeared.

Zhou Yi was stunned, a little helpless, not to mention whether people could see her, she also couldn't tell how to ask for help, she really found someone, this place is so dangerous, no one would come if they are not capable.

......

Ren Ling had already gone up to the seventh floor. He met more than a dozen grieving ghosts on this floor. It is conceivable that the more he went to the top floor, the more grieving ghosts. The moment he stepped on the eighth floor, he did not see the stairs, but appeared in an It's pretty big for a small room.

"Little tomb ghost, dare to make a fool of yourself." Ren Ling was about to break the ghost's wall when he heard a familiar voice speak.

"Brother Luo, you are considered a master at your level, so what is the level of a more powerful mage?"

Two huddled black figures sat talking in a bloody circle in the corner, and the one who spoke was the young man with soft black hair.

Ren Ling was shocked when he heard this voice. The scene of the ghost hitting the wall must have really happened. How could Zhou Yi appear in the ghost hitting the wall of the tomb ghost? He carefully observed the place where Zhou Yi was, which was full of old furniture. In the room, they huddled in a circle, and that circle, if you read it correctly, was a Zhengyang array.

In the ghost hitting the wall, another young man with chestnut hair said, "Brother Zhou, people like us are collectively referred to as mages. In the Taoist sect, those like me who can handle things alone are real masters. They are very powerful." For example, my senior brother Bai Haoyun is in the realm of profound masters, and my senior brother is known as the No.1 under the celestial master, and even if he has money, he can't hire him."

"I know a mage who is definitely better than your senior brother." Zhou Yi gestured with inexplicable pride in his voice, "Such a big one-horned fang-toothed ghost, and the one that eats people, were all killed by him with one sword. gone."

"One-horned fang-toothed ghost? But covered in green skin?" Luo Qingzuo didn't close his mouth after getting Zhou Yi's affirmative answer. It’s a celestial master, where did you hear about it? Which celestial master from Xuanmen did it?”

"That's what I heard. Is he as powerful as your senior brother?"

"Fantastic, it must be better than my senior brother. Which celestial master is it? There are only a dozen or so celestial masters in Xuanmen. If you don't tell me, I will guess it sooner or later." Luo Qingzuo was a little anxious. There are many evil ghosts. He hadn't seen him in years, and he wanted to know the specific process of how this celestial master killed evil spirits.

"You take your time to guess." Zhou Yi curled his lips, not wanting to tell Luo Qingzuo, and felt a little complacent, knowing that Ren Ling must be a celestial master, and he is indeed the most powerful.

Zhou Yi and Luo Qingzuo continued talking, but Ren Ling couldn't continue listening. Although the little pride in Zhou Yi's voice made him feel comfortable, Ren Ling became anxious.

Because of the limited ability of ghosts in the tomb, the ghost hitting the wall only showed two people, and the Zhengyang formation is a ghost-repelling formation, which stimulates the Zhengyang energy to frighten ghosts who dare not approach. Zhou Yi must be in danger, so he and People hide in the Zhengyang array.

"Break!" Ren Ling quickly smashed the ghost and hit the wall. The little ghost stood not far away with an anxious expression, clasped her hands together and bowed to Ren Ling repeatedly, saying something in her mouth.

"Where is the person, take me there quickly." Ren Ling couldn't understand, a black air entangled the little ghost, the little ghost screamed, and pointed to the upstairs, Ren Ling let her go, and followed the little ghost upstairs run.

The resentful ghosts became more and more dense. When he reached the tenth floor, the corridor was already full of resentful ghosts. Ren Ling was surrounded by black air. Wherever he passed, the resentful ghosts instinctively avoided him. He didn't care about killing ghosts, he just wanted to go upstairs. Rush up.

eleventh floor.

Luo Qingzuo and Zhou Yi talked about some Taoist things, seeing Zhou Yi's fascination, he continued to brag.

"If you want to say who is the most powerful celestial master in Taoism, it must be the ghost master of Ghost Spirit Sect. Ghost Spirit Sect does not practice Taoism, and other sects pay attention to the dual cultivation of life and life. , thinking that the body will decay sooner or later, it is better to start training one's soul into a powerful ghost as early as possible, not seeking to ascend to heaven, but only to enter the earth, and become immortal after death to become a ghost."

Zhou Yi couldn't help nodding his head, "The chances of attaining Taoism in the Ghost Spirit Sect must be higher than yours." Moreover, Zhou Yi used the red thread to spy on the underworld that time. .

"That's true, but Ghost Spirit Sect has too high requirements for the qualifications of its disciples. Only those who are born with strong souls are suitable for practicing Ghost Spirit Sect. Extinct." Luo Qingzuo rubbed his nose depressedly, in modern society, it is impossible to achieve Taoism and immortality, and the cultivation method of Ghost Spirit Sect is particularly enviable.

"Does the ghost master still exist?"

"Of course it exists. The lineage of ghost masters is the only one that is still active in the Ghost Spirit Sect. I heard from my family teacher that the name ghost master has special responsibilities. Even if the inheritance of the ghost spirit gate is broken, ghost masters will not Broken inheritance." Luo Qingzuo's eyes showed envy, "Ghost masters are very mysterious. It is said that every generation of ghost masters uses the same name, with eccentric personalities and many rules, but each generation must be a very powerful celestial master. There is a legend in the metaphysics world, The title of ghost master is bestowed by heaven and earth, as long as you inherit that title, you will naturally become a celestial master."

"Nonsense, maybe he is working very hard, maybe he has to become a celestial master to become a teacher!" Zhou Yi muttered.

Luo Qingzuo smiled awkwardly. Obviously, he also felt that those people in the metaphysics world were full and had nothing to do. They specially passed on some unknown truths, but this legend undoubtedly shrouded the name ghost master with a layer of mystery. It is said that it has not been out for 20 years, and the metaphysical circles believe that the old ghost masters of today are dying and are teaching a new generation of ghost masters."

Zhou Yi's age is the age of curiosity, and he listened with great interest. Although he was surrounded by grieving ghosts, he listened to all kinds of gossip about metaphysics that Luo Qingzuo talked about.

Ren Ling managed to get to the eleventh floor, followed the little ghost to the door of a room, and heard the voices of two people inside.

Zhou Yi heard a lot of gossip, and knew a lot about Luo Qingzuo. Although Luo Qingzuo was a bit stingy, he was still very enthusiastic. Ren Ling was out, and he was worried that no one would help him cast out ghosts these two days, so he warmly invited, "Brother Luo, why don't you stay at my house for two days after you get out of trouble?"

Ren Ling's breath was unstable listening outside the door, and his aura suddenly rose sharply. Zhou Yi wanted to find someone else when he was not at home?

The resentful ghosts crowded the inside and outside, Ren Ling shook his hand, the bell rang lightly, and the Imperial Bell Sword appeared in his hand, the black energy instantly surrounded Ren Ling, but it did not form a vortex, and the phantom rising behind him only Twice as big as Ren Ling, his eyes turned silver at some point, and black rune vines climbed up from under his eyes.

Zhou Yi was waiting for Luo Qingzuo's answer when the faint sound of a bell came.

"Bang——" a loud noise accompanied by a scream of ghosts appeared outside the door.

"What happened?" Luo Qingzuo and Zhou Yi looked nervously at the door.

The door was broken with a slam, and as the door panel fell to the ground, a man covered in blackness walked in step by step. The bell on the tail of the long sword he held swayed, bringing out a clear and pleasant bell, and the phantom behind him waved his sword, complaining. The ghost fled like crazy.

In an instant, the grieving ghosts in this room were completely gone, leaving only Zhou Yi and the dumbfounded Luo Qingzuo, Luo Qingzuo's lips trembled, "Possessing spirit...ghost art? He is——"

"Zhou Yi, come here." The man's voice was as cold as ice slag, the phantom of the black air and the vision on his face receded in an instant, revealing an indifferent and distant handsome face.

"Don't go there, he's a ghost—" Luo Qingzuo wanted to hold Zhou Yi back, but Zhou Yi had already rushed out with a cheer.

"Ren Ling——" Zhou Yi rushed to Ren Ling in an instant.

Ren Ling's breath eased, Zhou Yi still cared about him the most, he slowed down his expression, reached out his hand again and touched the top of Zhou Yi's head.

"Ghost master, Ren Ling." Luo Qingzuo murmured the remaining few words. No matter how weird the ghost master's personality was, he seemed to be familiar with the kid. Thinking of Zhou Yi talking about the person who killed the evil ghost, he probably I know who Zhou Yi is talking about.