Li Yunxin glanced at Qiao Jiaxin to confirm that she was real...... He's dead.

The girl fell into the grass, the dead posture was not beautiful, and her eyes were not closed.

He sighed and shook his head slightly. Ancient girls weren't as good-looking as they were at the time, at least on the whole. Natural carving is always good, but it also means that it is not so white, not so fragrant, the hair is not so soft, and the acne on the face can be covered.

But this Miss Qiao is a little beauty even in modern times, Li Yunxin has a very good impression of her, but she didn't expect to die after less than a day of getting along.

Sure enough, it is still a modern civilization, and a society governed by the rule of law is better.

At least not just the deaths.

But he was just emotional. He had done a lot of things in his previous life, and he had seen a lot of dead people. Since you can accept things like crossing and monsters, of course, you can accept the death of a few people.

Therefore, he quickly retracted his gaze and looked at the swordsman: "I'm afraid that I will scare you to death if I say it." ”

The swordsman was stunned and frowned. He had indeed realized that the young man in white in front of him was unusual.

Whether it is the son of a merchant or the son of an official eunuch, it is impossible for him to look as usual after seeing such a dead person, and he does not even have the slightest sense of sadness. What's more, he had previously demonstrated an unusual ability - he was by no means a mere worldly man.

So...... Maybe really, it has something to do with those "immortals".

Their "Six Ghosts in the River" were chased and killed by the Black Knife in the past, and they turned over after meeting the fairy. Therefore, they knew very well what kind of people they could not mess with - the "Thirty-six Cave Heavens and the Seventy-two Schools" used to be ethereal clouds on the horizon for them, but now they knew how terrible it was for those who had a relationship with them.

And the young man's previous actions, his current reaction, coupled with this arrogant-sounding sentence, made the swordsman realize that he might have encountered a tricky character.

Can't be killed.

But if you don't kill, you have already offended him. In case this young man holds a grudge in the future, what kind of person is he really from the heavens and genres......

How can a small role like them withstand it?

It's just a random robbery of some people on the side of the road, how did you suffer such an unwarranted disaster?

The swordsman turned a few thoughts in a few seconds, and Li Yunxin already understood his thoughts.

So he planned to take risks again. I didn't summon Jiu Gongzi before, because I was afraid that he would kill innocent people. Now that Qiao Jiaxin is dead, and those "innocent people" don't know if they have been slaughtered by several other swordsmen, he has nothing to worry about.

Before the swordsman changed his mind and made up his mind, Li Yunxin clamped his fingers to the portrait of the Nine Princes in his sleeve. With just one click, the illusion of the Ninth Prince will suddenly appear, and then the ferocious demon will probably come over soon.

But at this moment, a scolding voice full of anger sounded in the forest. The sound seemed to come from all directions, and the birds that stayed overnight among the branches and leaves flew into the sky.

"Where did the bold fanatics come from, dare to spread wild in this Niangniang's palace?!"

Li Yunxin and the swordsman were stunned at the same time.

A second later, Li Yunxin pulled his legs and ran wildly towards a bush of low trees in the north.

In the mouths of their parents, painters are the most sensitive group of practitioners in the world to Reiki. Li Yunxin thought so. For example, when this voice sounded, he felt a certain aura of déjà vu at the same time.

This aura also appeared when the female ghost appeared before.

The female ghost appeared and disturbed the simple drawing array laid by him and Lao Dao, but Li Yunxin believed that the owner of this aura had no malicious intentions and wanted to save him.

The last time he scared the six swordsmen, this time he bought himself time.

The source of the aura was behind the dwarf trees in the north, and he didn't know if that existence was a human or a ghost, a demon or a fairy, but he knew that at least for now, that guy didn't plan to kill him.

He had stopped and said to Jonacle, "Something seems wrong," referring to this very thing - he was sure he had seen the same tree twice in a row.

The ghost hit the wall.

Probably this is also the existence that doesn't want to get out of the woods. It may need to do something for it itself.

Li Yunxin can probably guess.

He rushed into the bush of trees, and after running a dozen paces, he found that there was a sudden opening in front of him. Behind the woods was a clearing, and in the middle of the clearing stood a small ruined temple. Half of the temple had collapsed, and the reason why it did not turn into a pile of rubble was because the other half was supported by an old tree that was hugged by one person. This tree probably grew from the temple, and after an unknown number of years, it is now half of the beam.

A long, long time ago, there were probably people living in this forest, and probably the incense in this temple was quite vigorous. Because even after so many years, this open space is still wide. Probably before the stone slabs were paved, other treatments were made on the ground, so that the grass and trees grew less, and they were surrounded by a giant tree that surrounded the sky.

The clear moonlight sprinkled from the sky, and Li Yunxin could see clearly the broken plaque that was still hanging on the lintel with only one corner left.

Sanhua Niangniang Temple.

What the hell is this name? It doesn't sound like a righteous god.

It's more like a long, long time ago, the fools built a temple for a certain spirit with some magical powers, and worshiped it as a true immortal.

But Li Yunxin only glanced at it, and then rushed into the door hole that had long since disappeared.

The shrine in the temple is still there, and a mud fetus on it is also there. It's just that the surface has been weathered and eroded, and the face can't be seen clearly. But just looking at the vague outline, the clay sculpture originally enshrined on this altar looks like a human-like mountain god land.

"It's a temple again. Li Yunxin stopped his steps and sighed.

From the perspective of ordinary people, he has fallen into death. But Li Yunxin knew that this was probably the only chance to be saved except for him inviting the Ninth Prince.

Because this seemingly dilapidated clay fetal statue has an amazingly active aura.

He no longer worried about the swordsman who might follow him later, but calmed down, circled around the clay sculpture with his back hand, and shook his head slightly: "What the hell are you, why do you want to help me?"

So the ethereal female voice from before sounded in the broken temple again: "Because this god is related to you." You don't kneel down when you see this god? Do you bring three animals? Well? Oh, you didn't bring ......."

"Three animals...... I didn't bring three animals, huh? nothing? huh?"

"Ahh......h Well...... Hum. When you see this god, you still don't kneel?hmm?Are you a Taoist priest?Hmm?Danqing Taoist?"

Li Yunxin frowned slightly. He felt that this thing didn't seem to be as simple as he had thought before.

This thing knows the term "Danqing Taoist".

He knows this word himself, his parents know, and few of the rest of the people still remember it.

Kang Cangzi and Chi Songzi know. But they seem to be members of the Sword Sect.

And now this ...... Probably a spirit.