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Zhao Xuan and Ying Zheng were going to find the person who had drawn Zhao Yu's ghost. As soon as they stepped out of the building, Professor Miao rushed up to meet him.
?The two people had panic on their faces, and their faces were extremely ugly, "Ms. Zhao, Mr. Yin, can the matter be resolved? Will our school be safe in the future?"
"Well, in the future, no students will die inexplicably in the school. The two of us have something to do, so you don't need to continue to follow."
Zhao Xuan's expression was calm, and she strode past the two with her legs. In the blink of an eye, she and Ying Zheng got out of their sight.
"Then Zhao Yu"
"He's fine, he'll wake up tomorrow."
The voice echoed in the stairwell, and Zhao Xuan and Ying Zheng completely disappeared from Professor Miao's sight.
"Professor Miao, look" Fu Guanghua looked at the empty stairs, wondering if he should continue to follow.
"Since they won't let us follow, then let's not follow."
Professor Miao looked back to the balcony, with a trace of burning in his eyes.
He often went to the tomb, and when he went to the tomb, almost all of the people with him were experts in the Taoist world. He was very curious about their mysterious abilities, and he had long thought of exploring, but those Taoist priests all looked like they had their nostrils upturned, and they rarely dealt with archaeological experts like them.
Here is a magic circle in the Taoism world. Although the magic circle is destroyed, it still has research value.
The old professor started to explore, took a step forward from the stairs, then squatted down, and quickly picked up a piece of copper fragments and a handful of purple-black ashes from the ground and put them in his pocket.
The evening wind blew gently, and the purple-black dust on the ground drifted into the sky with the wind. Professor Miao's eyes tightened, he shrank his neck, got up in a panic, and returned to school with Fu Guanghua.
At night, it was dark, and the hazy crescent moon that was originally hanging high on the treetops was covered by layers of dark clouds at some point.
On the top floor of an International Trade Building located in the city center, a Taoist priest in a yellow robe held a mahogany sword, his face was full of vigilance, and his eyes were fixed on the big cauldron in front of the altar.
The big tripod is square and square, the body of the tripod is full of bronze embroidery, and the walls of the tripod are square and engraved with some mysterious runes.
In the center of the bronze tripod, a black flame burns slowly, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and the cold air is extremely strange. Directly above the flames, a three-foot long sword with a black body hangs steadily.
The blade of the long sword is sharp, and the body of the sword is as black as ink. It is a rare sword at first glance.
The old man stared at Dading, not daring to make a mistake.
After seeing the black flame weakening again, the old Taoist frowned tightly, and raised the mahogany sword to the altar, and a stack of yellow talismans flew into the air.
The yellow talisman made a soft "puff" sound in mid-air, and immediately turned into balls of flames.
The yellow talisman was burned out, and the cool wind blew by suddenly. The moment the wind picked up, the black flame in the cauldron suddenly jumped into the air, and the "crackling" burned even more intensely.
The black flames were blazing, and a cold soft cry came from the cauldron.
Hearing the suppressed voice, the old Taoist's tense face relaxed slightly, he took a deep breath, and said to himself: Finally, this ghost was hurt. Hmph, so what if his soul is strong, wouldn't he still be unable to withstand Hei Yan's soul-devouring power?
The old Taoist peach wood sword picked it up on the table again, ready to increase its strength, so that Heiyan could quickly devour the ghosts in the cauldron.
He doesn't have much time to spend with him anymore.
Before twelve o'clock, he had to draw another soul to sacrifice to the Dragon Slaying Sword. After midnight, if there were no new sacrifices to offer, then the refining of the Dragon Slaying Sword, which had cost him half his life, would fail in refining.
This time I really miscalculated. I thought I had found a living soul with a very dark energy, but I didn¡¯t want to pull out the soul until I realized that this was not a living soul at all, but a dark soul with a heavy negative energy.
I don't know what method this ghost used to perfectly combine itself with the flesh, so that he mistook him and pulled him out as a living soul.
The old Taoist cast a spell again, just as the peach wood sword was placed on the yellow talisman, the hand holding the sword suddenly paused, and his face suddenly changed. He raised his head abruptly, and his eyes fell on the sword hanging on the cauldron, his eyes turned pale with unconcealable shock.
Dragon Slaying Sword, how could
He turned his head suddenly, staring straight into the distance, very angry.
Damn, hate!
who is it? Who destroyed his soul-drawing array? !
The old Taoist's face was distorted, the veins on his face were bursting, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger, full of unwillingness and hatred.
He turned his head and looked at the dragon-slaying sword hanging in mid-air, his heart burning with anxiety.
The time is coming, but the soul-drawing array has been destroyed, and it is too late to set up another soul-drawing array before Zishi.I miss you. " Zhao Yu withdrew his finger, pointed at the long sword, and said loudly in a dignified manner.
The old Taoist looked at the front holding the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, with a righteous ghost on his face, and his face was suddenly confused.
A ghost, who said he wanted to get rid of the Dao It's the other way around!
After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he swooped towards the old man with his sword again, and he was bound to destroy him.
"Humph, how dare you speak so boldly, a little ghost." The old Taoist frowned, his thoughts turned quickly, he secretly glanced at the big cauldron in the distance, and immediately decided to repeat the old trick and lock this ghost into the big cauldron .
Zhao Yu didn't know what the old man was thinking, he chased the old man closely and wanted to kill him.
Zhao Yu has followed Zhao Xuan for more than ten years, and the most he has learned is swordsmanship. His swordsmanship can be regarded as the pinnacle in today's world.
The old man made a wrong calculation, thinking that Zhao Yu could be imprisoned in the cauldron again by exhausting Zhao Yu's Yin Qi, but he didn't want to, Zhao Yu with a sword in his hand was even more difficult to deal with.
?As time passed, the old Taoist who had been avoiding the sharp edge of the Dragon Slaying Sword finally saw the clue
The ghost that I accidentally drew today is probably the same as myself¡ª¡ªa person of the same path!
When Zhao Xuan and Ying Zheng searched for the breath left by the old Taoist in the soul-drawing formation and found the top floor of the International Trade Building, they saw a mess, with sword marks on the ground messy, and yellow runes flying all over the sky.
However, the little apprentice who thought something had happened was holding a long sword with a cold light, chasing after the Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, slashing wildly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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