In the void in front of the old man, there was a red mahogany magic sword suspended in the sky. It was engraved with a string of runes that Shen Luo couldn't understand, but you could tell by looking at it that it was not a mortal thing.
What's a little strange is that both the suspended magic sword and the three people confronting each other are all staying motionless in place at this moment, looking as if they were cast Body-Fixing Spell at the same time.
Shen Luo did not dare to act rashly, but carefully approached from the side. Only then could he clearly see the faces of the two hanging people. They were actually two skeletal ghosts with green glowing eyes.
At the same time, he also heard bursts of "clanging" sounds in his ears, similar to the tension of strings.
Shen Luo After careful observation, he finally saw clearly that the body of the thin old Daoist was actually entangled with black silk threads that were almost invisible to the naked eye. It was only blocked by a thin layer of blue light shining on the outside of his Daoist robe, so it was difficult to detect.
And the two skeletal ghosts opened their mouths wide, and black threads spurted out from inside, tying up the suspended red magic sword. In the thick black mist that surged violently around them, dense red runes could be seen rolling and impacting the ghost body. The two were like two armies, one attacking and one defending, fighting inextricably.
"It turns out that the three are not immobile, but have formed a delicate balance, and no one can do anything about the other." Shen Luo understood, and without hesitation, he pinched the magic formula with both hands, suddenly waved his sleeves and said, "Go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud sound of wind in the sleeves of the robe, and a white light flew out as fast as an arrow.
Just listen to a muffled "bang" sound.
The one on the left side of the two ghosts had a Talisman Fork wrapped in white light shot into the back of his head, and the entire skull head flew out, hitting the stone wall and shattering.
Bone fragments flew on the stone wall, and underneath the exposed Talisman Fork, a twisted and blurry green ghost was nailed. Under the white light emitted by Talisman Fork, it made a sharp wailing sound, and soon turned into thick water.
The remnants of his body immediately disappeared like smoke, leaving only a piece of tatters Black Robe, which fell to the ground.
Under the corner, the balance between one person and two ghosts was broken by Shen Luo, and the pressure on the thin old man was suddenly greatly reduced.
A flash of light suddenly lit up in his eyes. He pulled the black silk thread wrapped around his body with one hand and directly pulled the remaining ghost down in front of him. The other hand made a Flower-Picking Finger shape and pointed towards its forehead.
I saw the old Daoist pointing his finger, and the ghost suddenly let out a shrill roar, and was suddenly surrounded by large red runes. The black ghost mist surged violently and dissipated one after another.
The old Daoist let go of the hand holding the silk thread and made a move in the air. The red magic sword immediately flew into his hand and slashed down towards the ghost. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, almost done in one go.
There was a soft "chi" sound!
A red crack appeared from head to toe on the ghost, and it was split into two halves. Its body immediately burned with blazing red flames, and soon turned into ashes.
Shen Luo Seeing that the old man was out of trouble, he rushed to greet him.
However, the old Daoist glared at him, raised his magic sword and pointed it at him.
Shen Luo's movements froze, and when he was about to speak, he saw the fingers of Lao Dao's other hand slightly curled, and he grabbed the void again.
He felt a strong suction suddenly hit him, and something in the clothes on his chest flew out involuntarily.
Shen Luo took a closer look and realized that it was the jade pendant token that Perfected Luo had urgently thrown into his arms when he sent him here.
The old Daoist looked at the jade pendant and frowned:
"Yuan Zhen What happened?"
He doesn't seem to think there is anything strange about Shen Luo appearing here?
Shen Luo was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that the "Yuan Zhen" mentioned by the old Daoist refers to Perfected Luo.
"Reporting to my uncle, Daoist Luo..." Shen Luo immediately told the old man everything that had happened in the Perfected Luo courtyard.
When the veteran heard Shen Luo say that Daoist Luo was called "Demon Race" after Gu Hualing changed, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he sighed and said:
"Unexpectedly, Gu Hualing has been here for many years, and he turned out to be Demon Race in disguise... It seems that Demon Race has been eyeing our Spring Autumn Temple for a long time, and he stayed dormant for such a long time at all costs."
"Uncle Master, the situation over there at Daoist Luo is critical. Please go quickly to provide support." Shen Luo said anxiously.
The old Daoist shook his head with a bitter look on his face, and then opened his Daoist robe.
Shen Luo looked at it with some confusion, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
I saw a bloody hole the size of a fist on the right side of the abdomen under the old Daoist robe. There was a circle of black crystals on it, exuding a fishy smell.
"Like Yuan Zhen, I was poisoned a long time ago. I was attacked by two Netherworld Ghosts earlier and was seriously injured. Now my cultivation is at a loss. Only a small part of Magic Power is left, and I have no time to take care of myself." Master Uncle said bitterly.
"It's like this. If this is the case, my uncle has no choice but to escape first and then think of other ways." Shen Luo murmured.
The old Daoist shook his head and suddenly asked:
"I know all the three Inner Disciple in the view, but you don't seem to be among them?"
"Disciple Shen Luo, just now Daoist Luo has accepted me as Inner Disciple! Uncle Master, now is not the time to talk about this, I'd better let my disciple take you out of here first." Shen Luo said even more anxiously.
"Well, you are already a true disciple trained in the temple, and you have also cultivated Magic Power, and Yuan Zhen can send you here, so you must be someone he truly trusts. Let me ask you, are you willing to pass on my Spring Autumn Temple "Pure Yang Canon", can my lineage of Little Maoshan Spring Autumn Temple continue?" Uncle Master's expression suddenly became solemn, and he stared at Shen Luo and asked.
"Uncle Master, of course my disciple is willing to pass on my Spring Autumn Temple Secret Code. The inheritance of the sect is of great importance. Let's wait until you turn the corner and then talk about it." Shen Luo was greatly surprised when he heard this. He didn't think about the pros and cons for a while, so he could only answer vaguely.
"It's too late. My injuries are more serious than what you see. Moreover, I have been imprinted with spells by Netherworld Ghost. Now I can't leave this stone room. You and I have just killed two Netherworld Ghosts. I'm afraid a more powerful enemy will come over soon..." Uncle Shi coughed violently, and a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Shen Luo saw hesitation on his face.
"Don't hesitate any longer! If you drag it on any longer, both you and I will die, and our Spring Autumn Temple inheritance will also be cut off!" Uncle Master grabbed Shen Luo's shoulders and said sternly.
"Disciple agrees." Shen Luo made up his mind instantly, raised his head suddenly, and replied firmly.
"Okay, Shen Luo, from today on, you are the new generation inheritance guardian of Spring Autumn Temple "Pure Yang Canon"." Uncle Shi looked relaxed and nodded.
After saying that, he took Shen Luo's palm and placed the token jade pendant in his palm.