Chapter 155 Two against one is not a martial arts ethics, three against one is reasonable

The coffin was completely opened, and the thousand-year-old evil spirit reappeared in the world.

The air was filled with yin energy and the temperature dropped suddenly, causing Yan Qing to shudder. He was now competing with his junior master's spiritual power.

Lin Du looked at the black mist and asked, "Senior Meng, was there anything I said wrong just now?"

Hei Wu spoke slowly, as if he had not spoken for a long time, his voice was rough and unpleasant, "I didn't know the existence of the Jing Zhong Array, nor did I know who it was."

Lin Du raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's okay, senior, come with me and we'll find out the truth."

The voice with an echo buff on it spoke again, like rough sandpaper scratching the eardrum, "You are only twenty years old, and you dare to plot against me."

The black mist moved suddenly, and a pitch-black hand grabbed Lin Du's neck.

Lin Du stood there, motionless, feeling as if a cold snake was wrapped around her neck. She looked calm, "I'm still a child. If I don't leave myself a life-saving talisman, am I going to die? Are you still going to argue with a little kid like me?"

With the oath curse in place, if the evil spirit wants to hurt her, the curse will naturally backfire on him.

"Besides, what you hear is not as good as what you see. If you follow me, you will know that my calculations are all true."

The neck under his palm was too slender, and he could feel the beating pulse and flowing blood through the skin. With just a little force, he could finish off this bold little kid.

The demon did not go any further.

He didn't know how far the backlash of the talisman would go, but he could already feel the resistance of the power.

But the most important thing is that Lin Du was too calm, so calm that the evil ghost could not see any flaws. Although she used provocation in the end, perhaps what she said before was true.

The evil ghost loosened his grip, and Lin Du lowered his head and took the pill for removing negative energy that Xia Tianwu had brought him with ease.

"Junior Master, how did you find out that the evil ghost in this iron coffin was Meng An's?" Xia Tian asked using telepathy.

Lin Du lowered his eyes and smiled, "This is just a random guess."

"Anyway, I took a quick look at the entire city and only found a few things that were wrong. After the Soul Gathering Formation is successful, the spell will become ineffective. The evil spirit of this thousand-year-old evil ghost is different from the resentment of Shen Yan. It is the evil spirit cultivated from the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses. He has such a violent personality and such great strength. At first glance, he looks like a warrior who wielded an axe when he was alive."

"Anyway, now it seems that I guessed correctly."

Xia Tianwu: Who is the reckless man?

What if this evil ghost is not Meng An, and may even be a member of the same force as the evil spirits, and deliberately agreed to it and then regretted it?

Oh, Lin Du used the oath spell.

No wonder she was so reckless.

"Well, senior, let's go. If we don't go now... there may not be any trace of your old friend left."

Oh no, Lin Du regretted it the moment he finished speaking. There was not even a trace of this person left. Now he was just a soul trapped in the formation.

Here, Lin Du lured away the thousand-year-old evil ghost, and over there, Yuan Ye's erhu had reached a tense and exciting climax.

The three spirits in the house were fighting each other. Chen Yan was gradually forced into a disadvantage by the evil spirits, and even his physical body was slowly becoming ethereal.

Yuan Ye was anxious, but he didn't dare to step into the house.

An evil spirit that has been worshipped for hundreds of years, and the soul of a cultivator whose cultivation level was definitely not low before his death. Shen Yan couldn't defeat them with his previous cultivation level. A thousand years have passed since his death, and some of his yin energy has been suppressed. Even though the spirit of the Jingzhong Formation will lose energy over time, it still can't defeat them.

Seeing that Chen Yan was getting weaker and weaker, Yuan Ye suddenly had an idea and stopped playing the music. Instead, he tried to play the child's voice.

At first he laughed, and then he thought of what Lin Du had said when he was telling him about the accident.

The erhu squeaked out a line, "Devil! Look at the sword!"

Ni Jinxuan looked at Yuan Ye with a strange expression.

Is this what you learn in audio repair?

Who would have thought that such a seemingly unlikely remark, like the words of a child making a mischief, could solidify Shen Yan's soul.

At this time, the three people and one ghost finally returned to the front line of eating melons.

Yuan Ye turned around happily at first, "Master Junior, you're back..."

When he saw the black mist, his voice changed tone, "I'm not here for a while, and the coffin lid can't be pressed down?"

"No, you're not that heavy." Lin Du hugged his arms.

"Oh." Yuan Ye turned his head back obediently, then realized something and turned it back again, "Huh?"

"I let it out." Lin Du patted the back of his head, "You pull yours."

Yuan Ye used his spiritual consciousness to transmit the message, "Why let it out?"

"One against two is not a martial ethics, I'll let it join in and make it three against one." Lin Du laughed wantonly.

Yuan Ye: ? No, this sounds even less martial and less conducive to form.

But the black mist entered the room without any hindrance. Shen Yan, who had finally regained his strength in the room, was holding the small wooden sword that had been corroded by the evil spirit and was almost rotten. The sword energy was firm and sharp, and he was making a desperate attempt to die together.

Although he was attacked from the front and back, he attacked desperately without defending himself.

A powerful breath suddenly entered the house, causing the evil spirits and the soul formation to pause for a moment.

Chen Yan didn't care what that thing was, or whether it was here to completely destroy him, and stabbed the evil spirit with his sword.

The evil spirit had now transformed into a normal human form, with a colorful body and holding an axe, but its face was the same as the original statue, with huge fangs, wide-open eyes, and a lot of tattoos.

The majesty that frightened the evil spirit before turned into a ferocious and terrifying appearance. It was pierced by the sword energy of the short wooden sword again. The evil spirit's center was empty, and then a thin gray mist leaked out, like the green smoke when incense is burning.

"Who are you?" The evil spirit turned around and looked at the uninvited guest who made him quite jealous.

The black mist slowly turned into a tall human figure, and then the black mist slowly solidified into the appearance of a real person.

The man had a fair baby face and was about the height of an average man. He was not as fierce and strong as the tall clay statue. He was unarmed and looked completely intimidating.

But just as it appeared, the attack of the formation soul on Shen Yan stopped, and its eyes were full of disbelief.

"Young Master?"

"It's me, Brother Xiong. This clay statue you made for me is really ugly. What's the matter? Are you taking revenge on me? Did you build it based on yourself?"

The man's voice was no longer as rough as if he was deliberately threatening Lin Du to test whether she was deliberately cheating. Instead, it was clear and even had a childish tone.

Meng An stood there, "Why, why do you do this?"

Zhenhun opened his mouth and asked, "When did you come back?"

"It's been a long time," Meng An smiled, "I thought the little kid was lying to me, but it turned out to be true. You are really that stupid."

Zhen Hun was about to say something, but was interrupted by Meng An, "But now is not the time to reminisce. It is the responsibility of my Meng family to eliminate evil spirits. Let's kill this evil spirit first."

His eyebrows frowned, and then a large amount of evil energy gathered in his hands, turning into a giant axe, which was particularly inconsistent with his handsome baby face.

The evil spirit was inexplicably panicked. It turned around and looked at the formation soul. "You are the formation soul of the Jingzhong formation that guards my statue. Now someone has destroyed the statue and wants to kill me. Shouldn't you kill him?"

The Soul of the Array was set up to be loyal to only one person, but now that the statue is broken, when the Soul of the Array was originally set up, was it loyal to the statue... or to the ghost of Meng'an that didn't exist at the time?

Obviously it is not Meng An's ghost.

But the soul of the formation stood still, "After my death, what I will guard is the soul-gathering spell on the corpse of this statue. When I was alive, I was loyal to the young master of the Meng family, Meng An."

"A mere evil spirit made of desires is worthy of being called a god?" Meng An smiled contemptuously and raised his axe. "It's just a counterfeit of mine."

Inside the temple, the situation suddenly changed from one against two to three against one.

Yuan Ye realized that his junior uncle's three against one was definitely not the three against one that normal people understood.

What a morally upright and reasonable three-on-one fight!