"What, White Murderer?"

"What's the White Murderer?" Wang Bingjin asked in horror. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he had never heard of the white murderer, he could tell from the name that this was definitely not a good type.

"The white murderer is the saying of our black witch, in the words of your Zhu Yuke, it is to raise ghosts!"

"But our white murderer is different from your ghost raiser, after the death of ordinary people, the soul will float out, and the soul at this time no longer has all the abilities of life, it is purely a lonely soul."

"But the white murderer is different, the white murderer is to forcibly take out the soul in the body before the human body dies, and use the black witch secret method to refine it, so that it can preserve its attack ability before death, and at the same time have the ability that a ghost should have, the combination of the two, the power is several times stronger than that of ordinary ghosts!" The black-clothed Miao man explained it in a negative way.

After listening to the analysis of the black-clothed Miao man, Wang Bingjin couldn't help but stretch out his left hand to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.

The man in black seemed to see Wang Bingjin's concerns, owed his body, and said lightly: "Don't worry, although I hate all the people in the Wang family, since you are an outcast of the Wang family, and you are persecuted by Wang Qingkun like me, we can be regarded as the same enemy." ”

"So you don't have to worry that I will be unfavorable to you, on the contrary, if you are willing to cooperate with me, then I can even consider teaching you the magic of black witchcraft, as well as wishing the same method of soul refining, then you have a trick in hand, and with my great help, it will be a matter of time before you get revenge!"

Although Wang Bingjin hated the head of the Wang family very much at that time, his essence was not bad, and he could even be regarded as a legitimate disciple of Zhu You, how could he do such a thing as killing people and refining souls?

"Your kindness is appreciated by someone, although I hate Wang Qingkun, an old thief, but I am not an unscrupulous person, I can take revenge, but I will use my way to take revenge, and I will never hurt those innocent people, so please forgive me Wang Mou can't help." Wang Bingjin politely refused.

"Humph!"

The black-clothed Miao man snorted coldly and scolded angrily: "You really don't know what to do, I am willing to pass on your black witchcraft, that is to look up to you, for so many years, no one has dared to refuse me." ”

While the black-clothed Miao man spoke, his face was already gloomy, and sure enough, he said that turning his face was faster than turning a book.

But the threatening words of the black-clothed Miao man also aroused Wang Bingjin's arrogance, which was the character and integrity that a disciple should have.

So after listening to these remarks, Wang Bingjin straightened his face and responded with righteous words: "I wish Yuke and the black witch that the well water does not interfere with the river water, and I should not have seen today's events, you take your sunny path, I will cross my single-plank bridge, none of us will offend anyone, so don't cross it." ”

After Wang Bingjin said that, he raised his feet and walked outside the temple, trying to get rid of the black-clothed Miao people.

He walked to the gate of the temple with apprehension, and found that there was nothing strange behind him, thinking that he was free from the entanglement of the black-clothed Miao people.

Unexpectedly, at the moment of joy in his heart, the voice of the black-clothed Miao man suddenly sounded behind him.

"If you live in my temple and don't say thank you, do you want to slap your ass and leave?"

"What do you want?" Wang Bingjin was so startled that he stopped and tried to reply in a calm tone.

"Fighting a law, if you are powerful, I can't stop you, if I am powerful, you have to put aside your views and cooperate with me to take revenge, how about it?" The black-clothed Miao people started a war letter.

Wang Bingjin knows that it is impossible to stop if he does not fight today, since this is the case, why not strike first, so as not to fall behind as soon as he comes up, not to mention that this black-clothed Miao man is a master at a glance, if he really fights, it is estimated that he will have to suffer, but the only way to do this is to control people first, otherwise the latter will definitely be controlled by others.

After reading it, Wang Bingjin secretly touched the Five Emperors Money in his pocket, grabbed a piece of rune paper in his sleeve pocket, and at the same time quickly took out a wooden sword about fifty centimeters long from his bag.

The black-clothed Miao man just watched Wang Bingjin's movements quietly, without making the slightest sound, as if he didn't take all this into account at all.

"Okay, since you want to ask for a lesson or two, then my Wang will accompany you for a few tricks, and please be merciful at that time." Wang Bingjin politely greeted the black Miao people to show that he would not take advantage of the danger of others.

"Well, don't worry, I won't hurt your life." After the black-clothed Miao man finished speaking, he took out a simple bamboo flute from his sleeve and blew it softly.

The crisp and slow sound of the flute drifted in the silent night sky, which seemed extraordinarily strange in this barren mountain range, and Wang Bingjin couldn't understand what trick his opponent wanted to play for a while, so he could only quietly let him play the tune, and he watched the changes from the sidelines.

After blowing a few tunes, an expressionless figure in white clothes and white pants suddenly floated from behind Wang Bingjin, and before Wang Bingjin could react, he had already stretched out his arms and poked him in the back fiercely.

Fortunately, Wang Bingjin is also a well-informed person, and when he saw the Miao man in black playing the flute, he already expected that something might happen, so he used his whole body's spiritual sense on the spot to observe the movements around him.

When something in white clothes and white pants appeared behind him, of course he had already noticed it.

Without waiting for the strange thing's arms to hit him, Wang Bingjin had already turned around and quickly struck out a sword, and the sword body could penetrate the body of the strange thing.

But after Wang Bingjin fixed his eyes on the appearance of the strange thing, he couldn't help but scream out with an "ah".

It turned out that this expressionless thing in white clothes and white pants was not an entity, but a living soul, a strange white face, plus a pair of dead fish-like eyes, without any expression, without any life, and the whole body was full of cold air.

Rao is Wang Bingjin is well-informed, and he was also frightened by the thing in front of him.

After Wang Bingjin's wooden sword pierced through the body of that living soul, it did not cause substantial damage to the other party.

But after all, the peachwood sword is blessed by the yang qi and is the nemesis of all yin spirits, so although it did not kill the ghost in one fell swoop, it also made his whole body smoke.

However, what is frightening is that although the soul was beaten and screamed, it did not have the slightest intention of retreating, but raised his arms without hesitation, grabbed Wang Bingjin's wooden sword with his left hand and broke it hard, the entire sword body was broken into two, and the other hand was like a sharp sword towards Wang Bingjin's lower abdomen.