Chapter 26:

For a while, Cheng Qian's mind seemed to have a complete book, which quickly turned from head to tail. Suddenly, a short spell suddenly entered his field of vision, yes--the last chapter, the last chapter mentioned the inscription The spells on the blades require much less power than those carved on wood, but most of them can only be used once.
There are also two examples in the book, one is illuminated, the other ... what is the other used for?
Cheng Qian bit a bit on the tip of his tongue, but the next moment he remembered that he hadn't finished the book, and hadn't had time to know what the second spell was for.
But at this time, he couldn't control so much. Cheng Qian put his hands behind his back, but his eyes did not leave the male ghost in front of him, and the blade of his hand hit the blade.
As soon as the blade touched the blade, Cheng Qian knew he was reckless. Although it was just a leaf, to him, he didn't think that the young child who had not learned to stand up was forced to run away.
Can't break ... Can't break ... Can't stop ...
Cheng Qian's face became white with the naked eye. He felt that he was almost sucked into a dry corpse by the knife in his hand, and all the internal organs were drawn to that terrible leaf, but this was the only opportunity for him and Han Yuan Already.
I don't know if the crisis inspired his potential. Cheng Qian's first spell in his lifetime was so surprising that it was so dangerous. At that moment, an extremely mysterious power was passed to him through the leaves in his hand, but he had no Feel to feel.
Cheng Qian shook the whole person, almost did not stand firmly, the meridian needles all over the body hurt equally.
Han Yuan grabbed his arm: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, and slapped him away with a slap: "Go back to find Master."
Han Yuan Yiyi: "What?"
Cheng Qian: "Go!"
The male ghost suddenly took a few steps forward, Cheng Qian gripped the leaves that had become spells with his fingers, ran across his chest, and yelled, "Stop!"
There was a faint glow of light on that leaf. I wonder if it was Cheng Qian's first attempt, and he couldn't do anything. The spell didn't seem to be complete—it was now half lit and half lit.
The male ghost's gaze fell on the leaves, and for a while his look was a little clear, the dead eyes moved slightly, and the white and cracked lips lifted, and he could not hear the words: "Qingxin ... Qingxinfu ... "
Cheng Qian softened and almost fell.
He really shouldn't be lucky, can an introductory spell carved on a leaf have any killing tricks like "thousands of arrows pierce the heart" and "fire burning camp"?
Cheng Qian was bitter in his mouth, so it seemed that it was not as useful as that lighting.
The male ghost looked at Qingxinfu, and couldn't help but take another step forward. Cheng Qian retired and had to take out the wooden sword on his body. He soaked in the robe with cold sweat, and almost shook into a sieve due to the force. The point of the sword pointed at each other motionlessly.
The male ghost came back slightly and said, "I ... I'm not a bad person, child ..."
This ghost seemed to haven't spoken for 800 years, his voice was extremely jerky, and he was babble, and looked pitiful. However, Cheng Qian didn't easily pity the stranger's character, and remained unmoved. He only said to Han Yuan behind him: "I said hurry up and go back to find the master, don't get in the way!"
Han Yuan looked helplessly at the stubborn back of his little brother: "Xiao Qian, he said he was not ..."
Cheng Qianren said unbearably: "Shut up, you can't learn nothing, he's a magic cultivation of ghosts!"
The word "Magic Repair" successfully calmed down Han Yuan. He stayed in place for a moment, his face was shocked first, then turned blank, and at last he showed fear and concealment. Just listen to him yell and turn and run.
Cheng Qian involuntarily straightened his waist straighter, and he didn't know what it was like--Han Yuan was upset here, and Han Yuan ran, and his heart seemed to be stabbed with an ice cone, and it was cold. It hurts again.
But before he could press this painlessly down, he heard the stumbling footsteps coming from behind him. Cheng Qian turned his head to see that the little screaming flower actually ran back again.
Not only did Han Yuan run back by himself, but he didn't know where to find a big rock, raised his hands above his head, made a fierce look ready to scoop, and asked the male ghost frowningly: " You ... are you actually a devil? "
Cheng Qian immediately surrendered to the five bodies—what's the use of picking up stones? Have you heard of any ghost who was smashed to death?
"I'm not a magician." Just then, the male ghost said, "I ... I'm just a ghost ..."
"Ghost shadow" is the soul that was alive and drawn into the soul-stealing lamp. After the refining, there is no consciousness, and it is only for the ghost to send.
"I was ... escaped, not Moxiu," the male ghost gradually turned fluently, and he looked at Cheng Qian, politely and honestly, "brother, can you give me that Qingxinmu ? "
Cheng Qian sneered: "Waffle, ghosts are virgins, are you a virgin?"
The male ghost seems to be a virgin and her father.
The male ghost remained blank, his eyes moved from the Qingxin Rune, and fell on Cheng Qian and the wooden sword in his hands. He was silent for a long time, as if looking back, his face seemed a little confused, and for a while, he said: " Wooden sword ... You are a high apprentice of the Fuyao school. No wonder you are young ... You do n’t know that the ghost of the soul-stealing lamp is the most important monk, the second is the monk's soul, and once again is the untrained virgin It's just that the latter is the best to grasp and the easiest to refine. "
Han Yuan asked, "What are you?"
A painful look appeared on the male ghost's face, and he whispered, "Yuan Shen."
As he said, when he saw Cheng Qian's defense and unbelief, he bent down and picked up Han Yuanfang's stone.
Cheng Qian shrank his pupils, and he knew that ordinary souls could not touch the real thing. Since this man could pick up a stone, it shows that he is indeed a god.
But ... Only the powerful predecessors can have Yuan Shen, and according to his observations, I am afraid that even his master is absent.
Cheng Qian froze for a moment, and finally let go of the wooden sword. He knew it even if he didn't know himself anymore. Regardless of the truth of the other person's words, he had no room for struggle in the face of a monk.
"I'm Tang Lan, Mulan Mountain. Speaking of it ... I still have a relationship with Lingshi," the male ghost said, his expression a little frowned again. "Hundred years ago, I was conspired by the demon head, Yuan Shen. It fell into the soul-stealing lamp, but fortunately was not fully refined, and escaped by chance, but because of a hundred years of imprisonment, he lost his mind and almost forgot his own name and name ... Fortunately, the little brother had this clear heart charm Can you ... give it to me? "
Cheng Qian thought about it, put the leaves on the ground, and then carefully grasped Han Yuan and stepped back a dozen steps. The male ghost's face flashed, and he immediately reached out and drew the leaves into his hands. The leaves had a sudden fluorescence. Instantly turned into a ball of white light and penetrated into the male ghost's body, and the blood and smell of his ghostly body instantly dissipated a lot, and the whole person was not so pale.
The male ghost who professed to be Tang Yan took a deep breath and said to Qian Qian and Han Yuan that he was on the ground and said, "Do n’t say thanks, please greet the teacher for me. The ghost head Jiang Peng and your nobleman have some origin. Please be careful. "
After speaking, he disappeared into the air out of thin air, as if he never existed.
"What do you mean?" Han Yuan asked inexplicably after someone disappeared for a long time, "Xiao Qian, what does he mean?"
Cheng Qian didn't answer. When it was dark, he fell to the ground softly.
Han Yuan was startled, catching him in a hurry: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Qian buzzed by his ears, and could not lift his hands and feet softly, and could only let Han Yuan, who had simple limbs and a simple mind, carried him awkwardly.
And the culprit still ran back and yelled, "Speak to me, Xiao Qian? Little Brother?"
Cheng Qian was about to spit out of dizziness, grabbed Han Yuan's clothes with his fingers cramped, and then he spit out a sentence with all his strength: "I must tell Master, Han Yuan, you are dead when you go back." 2k novel reading network