Long Junchen took out a purple talisman paper with his right hand. The colors of the talisman paper are different, and the power of heaven and earth borrowed is also different.

The black and white talisman paper is used to attract ghosts, using the power of the gods, the yellow ones use the power of the gods, and the green and purple ones use some spiritual objects, such as cats and dogs, and thousand-year-old ancient trees. It is the so-called demonic power to summon souls, and the spiritual power required is also the greatest.

Long Junchen took out a cinnabar pen, skillfully drew a spell on it quickly, made seals with his hands, and chanted loudly: "The great way is simple, everything is united, all demons, protect me!"

While speaking, Long Junchen put the talisman paper on the roof of the car. A faint purple air overflowed from the talisman paper and floated around the car, forming a temporary formation, separating the ghost energy from the outside of the car. Then, Long Junchen shook his head, focused slightly, and drove the car intently.

The surroundings were filled with black fog, and the heavy ghost energy blocked all the sight. Long Junchen turned on the high beam, but still felt that he could not see the road ahead. The black fog was like an impenetrable cover that completely covered Long Junchen, and the light seemed to be swallowed by the endless darkness. Long Junchen's heart trembled, and his eyes inadvertently found the inconspicuous little flowers growing around the car.

The flower Long Junchen has seen it. It is called a string of red, also called the wall red, thick red, with a well-developed root neck and blocky. The leaves are opposite, oblong, all-round, and rough on the surface. The flowers bloom in front of the leaves, grow in the axilla of the leaves, sepals, petal-like, red on the outside, and light purple on the inside. This is not the point. What surprised Long Junchen was that this flower likes warmth, but grew very weakly in summer, and is so lush that it can only be seen in winter.

"Winter?!" Long Junchen murmured in a low voice, then his eyes were stunned. His hand holding the steering wheel instantly oozed out of sweat. He looked at the endless darkness ahead at a loss, feeling something was wrong. It took him a while to respond. He and Situ Lingling got engaged. It was obviously early spring, and even in the mountains, the temperature was lower than in other places, but the heat was already a little too urgent. How could a winter flower grow?

With this in mind, Long Junchen stepped on the brakes. The car did not make a harsh friction sound as imagined. On the contrary, it was quiet and there was no sound. Long Junchen pinched his thighs and felt a little painful. This was not a dream, was it an illusion?!

Long Junchen looked at the ghost fog rising around the car, and the purple talisman paper sticking to the car window was buzzing. His head was also rolling, like a ball of paste. He thought carefully about the magical realm that Maoshan Tianshi taught his demon hunting skills back then. This illusion, also known as the demon realm, is the ability that only ghosts with high cultivation have. He just came down from Maotai Village and encountered such a high cultivation ghost. Could it be that the ghost king sent to deal with his ghost servant in the tomb?

Long Junchen felt a little nervous when he thought of this. The Ghost King's strength was too powerful. He had just made up his mind to help these innocent villagers in Maotai Village. Now, the Ghost King came to him directly.

"I want to see what you are!" Long Junchen looked at the black fog rising around him and chanted silently, as if he was cheering himself up. He slowly opened the car door. He took out the peach wood sword with his right hand, cut the finger of the ring finger of his left hand, and a drop of blood flew out. Long Junchen explored his right hand, and the tip of the peach wood sword caught the drop of blood. He danced a sword flower and said loudly: "The universe is prehistoric, the law of heaven and earth, no ghosts and no evil, and the innocent world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the peach wood sword trembled violently as if it had been opened. Long Junchen's left hand also squeezed out some copper coins from his pocket, and his eyes were vigilantly swept around.

After Long Junchen finished speaking, on the red land under the growth wall, Asakusa trembled slightly. A swordsman in black clothes slowly walked over from the end of the mountain road. The swordsman had a very high forehead, a very pale face, and was covered in black. When they were covered with each other, they looked like charcoal foam and dregs in the snow, which was very incompatible.

The swordsman held the hilt with a light lift and raised it upside down. He had a slight sense of vicissitudes between his eyebrows and eyes. His right hand was extremely stable on the hilt of the sword by his waist, with the joints protruding between his fingers, and his whole body was like a cold sword. "It turns out that it was from Maoshan. No wonder he was so arrogant, but it's time for your arrogance to come to an end."

"Are you the ghost servant of the Ghost King of the Tomb?" Long Junchen felt the evil aura coming from his face, and felt his heart being kneaded randomly by countless big hands, and he was a little breathless.

"So what, so what, no? You are a human, I am a ghost, why do you have to talk so much nonsense?" The swordsman smiled disdainfully. The cold light on the sword reflected his cheek, but it was not like what Long Junchen saw. It was another face. At first glance, it looked similar to a human head, but the mouth was very sharp, with two rows of sharp canine teeth, which kept opening and closing, and the green mucus flowed down the teeth, shaking left and right, which was the true body of the ghost.

Long Junchen took a deep breath and suppressed the tumbling feeling in his stomach. Although this guy didn't admit it positively, it was obviously not a random way for the passing ghosts. It was obviously for him.

With this in mind, Long Junchen put away the trace of luck. Since the other party set up an illusion to control himself, if he wanted to break the illusion, he had to kill the strange swordsman in front of him. Long Junchen stepped on his feet, and the peach wood sword was full of wind. He shouted lightly, and his whole body rushed away like a bird, bent his wrists and elbows and shoulders into a straight line, piercing the swordsman's heart!

Both of them used swords, Long Junchen's peach wood sword, and the swordsman used the ghost sword! Long Junchen's attack was fierce, but the swordsman was caught strangely.

The ghost sword in his hand kept emitting ghost energy that devoured all things. The ghost sword surrounded by black mist was like a letter from a poisonous snake, stretching and spitting around the swordsman's body, occasionally stabbing horizontally, occasionally pulling to block, occasionally breaking the pot and seeing the sharp edge in the mysterious place.

Long Junchen couldn't find a way to break his defense for a moment. He just felt that the move of this ghost sword was like a big sponge. Long Junchen's integrity was powerful and had nowhere to use it.

Long Junchen's attack failed again, and he took a little back half a step back. He pulled his left hand and several copper coins flew towards the swordsman like a hidden weapon of mother and child. The swordsman sneered, and easily took all Long Junchen's small tricks.
Chapter completed!