Chapter 120

The cold wind rustled on the hillside, and the boy was as tall and straight as bamboo. Looking at the ghosts, they flew here and there like industrious little bees.

Under the siege of a group of ghosts, the mice arched into the ground in panic.

The mounds were soon drilled out of holes and disintegrated, revealing the exquisite wooden boxes buried in the soil.

Yan Tao narrowed his eyes and his eyes fell on the sword box scattered with soil.

I saw several layers of yellow sign paper wrapped outside the mahogany box. The red cinnabar handwriting on the paper has faded into dark red after time, which looks very old.

The powerful and domineering Zhiyang spirit escaped, and the ghosts trembled with fear. Woo woo, won't you take the Longquan sword and send them on the road?

People don't want to die!

Young master Yan didn't know that these Aboriginal ghosts had such a rich inner drama. So he took materials, folded a soft branch, tied the sword box at one end, and tied the rest to the Hanging Ghost.

The hanged ghost is scared to death. It's a seven star Longquan sword!

The nemesis of the fierce ghost, touch it and die!

The magic tools inherited by Xuanmen for thousands of years are not for fun!

He was scared to cry by the Taoist priest who didn't play cards according to common sense.

His face was full of where I was and who I was. Holding the branch, he seemed to collapse and cry at any time: "Lord Tao, you always choose me to work alone. It's not good. Others will envy me."

Yan Tao rubbed his chin, "well..."

She turned her eyes and the ghosts stepped back and shook their heads crazily. "Lord Tao, we are not jealous at all! Really! Hanging ghosts can fully represent us, a ghost is glorious, quanpo is glorious!"

Hanged Ghost:... You immoral ghosts!

He can only arch into the soil, lead the willow branch, tremble and drag the seven star dragon spring out of the protection range of the array.

"All right, you can let go."

Hearing Yan Tao's orders, the hanged ghost suddenly became paralyzed. God knows how scared he was and burst out in a cold sweat.

The ghosts quickly dragged the hanged ghost back. When they moved, Yan Tao had opened the mahogany box and took out the Seven Star Longquan sword wrapped by a thick spell.

The body of the sword is very narrow, as thin as a cicada's wing, but it is heavy and heavy in the hand.

The moment he took it out of the box, there was a violent spirit surging around the sword body. The strong blood evil spirit forced Yantao coldly, which scared the ghosts to jump behind the tree and only peep out.

I saw the cold feeling in the peach blossom eyes of the young man. I grabbed the fingerprint with my right hand and murmured words in my mouth. Suddenly, an invisible aura surged and pressed the Longquan sword.

At the same time, Yan Taosu pulled off the Yellow amulet on the seven star sword. In an instant, the seven star sword sounded like a lion waking up from a deep sleep!

The ghosts were directly blown out by the sword!

"He has a good temper!"

Yan Taosu grasped the struggling seven star sword tightly with his hand. His eyes were as cold as electricity. His left hand mobilized his aura. His fingers drew a spell in the void. His action was as cold as ice and pressed the Aura spell onto the seven star sword!

The seven star sword is the most precious treasure of Xuanmen. It is upright and Yang, but it contains a lot of evil Qi.

If people with uncertain will get the seven star sword, they may be hurt by evil Qi.

Yan Tao guessed that this is also the reason why predecessors buried the sword here.

The seven star sword just settled down. Suddenly, the rustling sound sounded, accompanied by the wind. In this night, it was inexplicably scary.

Xiao Qi: Master, the Miao girl is coming. There are a group of people in the other direction.