Chapter 124 Fake Ghost Real Ghost

The night was as dark as ink, and everything was silent.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the earth was filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if the heavens were hinting that there would be no peace tonight.

Taking advantage of the night, a carriage carrying Sun Simiao and three disciples, Xiang Youxian and others came to the suburbs, and the driver was Liu Song.

"Daoyou, how do you feel?" Xiang Youxian asked.

"A place where people can live and work in peace and contentment, it is good to reform the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, but there are still some loopholes left. The most important thing for a country is to sacrifice and fight. You can choose one of the two. If you replace the gods with your body, I am afraid it is not the way to chaos."

Praise the gods high and explain the gods yourself. No matter which sect or dynasty, almost all of them do this.

Once you become a god, you must do many things in place, and you must hold it high above, otherwise the faith will be shattered and the believers will be your enemies.

Before, the Five Pecks of Rice Sect relied on this fraud and the official hat of the evil sect. Not to mention the upper class, even the common people heard that a certain immortal had come down to earth. The first reaction was that it was a liar, even if the name was changed.

And this method has a fatal problem-miracle.

When others asked: Since you are an immortal, why don’t you turn an empty basin into a snake, fly one, release a spell, and catch a ghost.

So Xiang Youxian and Sun Simiao agreed with Xu Xuan’s views and reforms. Even if there were too many killings, although they didn’t agree with it in their hearts, they didn’t reject it too much.

It is indeed unwise to call yourself a god in the world.

Soon, everyone came to the front of the villa.

It was late, and the red door of the villa was wide open. There were muddy footprints and traces of prying in front of the door.

"What is this?" Xiang Youxian was a little confused.

There was a strange smell in the air, which was difficult to describe in words. It was a bit like the incense burned in the temple.

"No, this is poisonous smoke." Sun Simiao sniffed it lightly and immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a pill the size of mouse feces.

"Hold it under your tongue, don't swallow it."

After distributing the Hundred Poison Pills to everyone, Sun Simiao jumped out of the carriage and followed closely behind Youxian.

At this time, under the cover of night, eight figures wandered in the mansion.

"No one!"

"No one here either!"

"The room is empty."

The eight people gathered to report. The red-haired ghost held an incense burner in his hand, and purple smoke came out of the incense burner. This kind of incense has high ductility and can quickly spread within a radius of 100 meters.

People who smell the fragrance will instantly become weak in their hands and feet and cannot circulate their true energy.

"The information is correct. Xu Xuan likes quietness and never lets servants serve him." The red-haired ghost seemed to have known about this for a long time.

"Haha, I think this guy is afraid of being exposed. Where is the quietness? Why doesn't he hide in the deep mountains and old forests?" The fat man who spoke was called the Cannibal Ghost. This is not just a nickname, but a real cannibal who likes to eat human flesh, especially the flesh of young girls.

"This person should be in the bamboo forest in the backyard. Everyone, pay attention to me. If we mess up, we won't be able to survive!" The red-haired ghost shouted softly.

"Yes!!"

The shadow ghost escaped into the shadow and seemed to disappear visually.

The mandrill ghost was agile, sometimes appearing on this side, sometimes on the other side.

The eight people showed their magical powers and came to the backyard by their own abilities. The plague ghost was responsible for releasing various poisons.

Many people thought that they killed Xiantian by fighting openly, but in fact they were wrong. They relied on this all-pervasive plot.

In order to kill a person, they can scout the place for a long time in advance.

If Xu Xuan had not stayed at home and could not find any flaws, they might not come for a few months.

There is a bamboo forest in the backyard.

The bamboos are very tall, and they are obviously from the south.

There are also some stone tables and stone chairs in front of the bamboo forest.

In the darkness, the bamboos are intertwined, and the leaves are black. Against the black sky, they look like demons with bared fangs and claws.

"Brother!"

At this time, someone called the red-haired ghost.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

"There's a person in front."

Following the subordinates' gaze, they saw that there was indeed a person sitting on the stone table.

The person had his back to them and was motionless.

He was no more than fifty meters away from them.

"Do it!!"

Whoosh!

At the command, everyone was unambiguous and turned into phantoms one after another, some rising and falling in the sky, and some walking on all fours like tigers.

The eight ghosts, on the one hand, look like ghosts, and on the other hand, they are as light as ghosts. When they use martial arts, they are as invisible as ghosts.

When everyone rushed over, they each took out their weapons, swords, spears, and halberds, and the sharp cold light flashed.

Whoosh!

Flying needles, darts, and knives fell from all directions like a violent storm.

"Haha, you're courting death by going against us!"

The red-haired ghost sneered.

If you don't take the detoxification pills beforehand, even if you are a congenital master, your internal strength will be affected; when a master fights, even a little flaw is fatal, not to mention that your internal strength is affected.

"Be careful!!"

At this time, Xiang Youxian, Sun Simiao and others also came to the backyard.

Seeing that Xu Xuan did not react, Xiang Youxian became anxious and threw the sword at his waist directly.

The internal force turned into a strong energy and entered the sword body, and the sword body emitted a brilliant white light.

Bang!

The sword broke into more than a dozen pieces in the air, like a meteor in the dark night shooting at the eight people.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the hidden weapon was about to hit Xu Xuan.

"Haha, remember, the one who killed you is the Eight Ghosts of Shushan. I am the Red-haired Ghost. Remember your grandfather's name, so as not to be a confused ghost in the underworld."

Seeing that his plan was successful, the Red-haired Ghost was extremely excited, and his record of killing Xiantian added another person.

Who else in Shu would dare to provoke him in the future?

Wow!

At this time, Xu Xuan's body was covered with golden light for three inches.

Ding Ding Ding... The hidden weapons shot on it, and they were bounced off one by one, making a sound of metal clashing.

More surprising things are still to come.

Another gust of wind blew.

Wow!

Xu Xuan flew into the sky, ten feet above the ground, stepping on the dark clouds, looking down at everyone from above.

Ten feet is not a high height, and many innate masters can do it, but soon everyone found something wrong.

This guy didn't fall down, but was suspended in the air, still stepping on the dark clouds.

The only thing the Eight Ghosts could do was to launch hidden weapons, but hidden weapons were useless to Xu Xuan, and all the golden light on his body was blocked.

The perfect Golden Light Mantra, coupled with the vast amount of true qi in the foundation-building period, the Golden Light Mantra can last for a long time.

This shocking scene made the Eight Ghosts stop involuntarily.

They wanted to run, the scene in front of them was too shocking, and this shock could not be described in words.

It was equivalent to the ancient cold weapon battlefield, where a guy suddenly appeared with a gun and shot.

"Run!!"

The red-haired ghost shouted, and turned around, but found Xiang Youxian and others at the door. .

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

At this time, the fragments of the sword thrown by Xiang Youxian arrived, killing one person on the spot.

The remaining seven people stood back to back in a circle.

"Damn, let's fight them. They are just playing tricks. We, the Eight Ghosts of Shushan, rely on our ferocity when we go out... eh..."

At this time, the red-haired ghost was choked by his heroic words.

Even more terrifying things are still to come. Black smoke spread from all around, the temperature around dropped rapidly, and even white air was exhaled.

Five terrifying ghosts slowly rose from the ground, with pale faces, black eyes, bloody mouths, and a dark inside, as if connected to the abyss.

There were five of them in total, and their bodies seemed to be illusory.

After two consecutive magical visions, all seven ghosts were stunned.

Not to mention them, Sun Simiao and Xiang Youxian were also shocked and forgot to speak.

Torture ghosts and summon gods, torture ghosts and summon gods... It turns out that it is not a lie.

Plop! !

"God, spare me! God, spare me, I know I'm wrong."

Looking at the five approaching slowly, the seven ghosts were no longer as fierce as before, and they knelt down and kowtowed continuously.

Seven ghosts, he had two more ghosts than the five ghosts, but the two sides were not of the same nature.

Xu Xuan slowly fell down, and a ferocious ghost head was hovering on his shoulder.

"I heard that you are also ghosts, red-haired ghost, how are you compared to me?"

The red-haired ghost had a sad face and regretted it. If he had known in advance, he would never come here even if he was beaten to death.

But if he didn't come, did he believe that there were really ghosts here?

"You are a ghost, we are just a bug, God, just call me red-haired bug, God, forgive me..." The red-haired ghost was very humble.

"Why did you come here?"

"It's like this..." The red-haired ghost told what happened.

"I see."

"God, can we go?"

"Yes!"

The five ghosts made way.

As if they had been pardoned, everyone got up carefully and walked towards the door.

At this moment, the red-haired ghost suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw a pale head leaning on his shoulder, with dark eyes staring at him.

This was the last scene of his life.

"Magic... Taoist magic actually exists. Are there really ghosts and gods? Torturing ghosts and summoning gods? Could it be that a real immortal has descended to the world..." At this time, Xiang Youxian and the other person reacted, and Sun Simiao said in horror.

The disciple quietly poked his head out from behind the door, looking at the five ghosts with both desire and fear.