At this moment, she was wearing a purple dress, and her long black hair had turned into a short purple hair that just reached her ears. She had a pair of black eyebrows that were like the spring in the distant mountains, and her eyes were like the autumn water scissors. There seemed to be a flower ornament stuck between her eyebrows, and there was a purple circular mark imprinted on it. Surprisingly, it was the appearance of a delicate and charming woman.
What made Shen Luo even more shocked was that there was a pair of small bone wings on his back, and they were flapping one after another.
"Demon clan!"
Zhenren Luo shouted, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Shen Luo took a closer look, and found that there was no flower ornament between Gu Hualing's eyebrows. It was clearly a skull mark the size of a fingertip, and what was emitted from his body was also very strong demon aura.
"You still want to send a warning? It's too late … "
Uncle Wang shouted in a low voice and slapped out with one hand. A light flashed in his sleeve, and a short halberd flew out and went straight to Zhenren Luo's chest.
Zhenren Luo took a step back and also swung his sleeve. A copper coin sword with red light flew out and hit the short halberd.
There was a strange sound in the courtyard, and the two talisman weapons were locked in the air.
At this moment, the soil under Daoist Master Luo's feet suddenly loosened, and a ghastly white skeletal ghost claw suddenly broke out of the ground and fiercely scratched his calf. With a "chi la", it tore out several shocking bloody marks.
Zhenren Luo was already poisoned, and he was attacked by the ghost claw, so he was a little overwhelmed. The short halberd knocked away his copper coin sword and instantly shot to his head.
At this critical moment, a thunderous rumble resounded!
A white lightning as thick as an arm suddenly fell from the sky, and directly hit the short halberd until it trembled violently. It was tilted to one side and nailed to the ground.
For a moment, the courtyard was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. The other three people's eyes were focused on Shen Luo.
None of them had expected that this nominal disciple, who was usually regarded as trash by everyone, would unexpectedly use a thunder talisman.
Shen Luo felt flustered under her stare. He lowered his head and glanced at his right hand, which he had subconsciously raised. He smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Brat, you've hidden yourself well. I've underestimated you!"
Wang Qingsong's eyes were cold. He waved his hand, and a black mist immediately surged out of his palm. Terrifying ghost faces were condensed in it, and they rushed toward Shen Luo in a hurry.
Seeing this, Zhenren Luo's figure blurred and came to the front of Shen Luo. His hands quickly formed a seal in front of him, and a palm shot forward.
His hand seals were formed, and there was a bright light in them. A rich pure Yang energy surged out.
When the ghastly black fog met the white light, it immediately dissipated like snow meeting sunlight.
However, after the light dissipated, Daoist Luo's figure staggered. His face was already covered with black Qi.
"Master Luo, are you alright?" Shen Luo asked anxiously.
"I didn't expect you to really learn the talisman technique by yourself. It seems that I've underestimated you. Today, I'll officially accept you as a pro-disciple. Are you willing?" Daoist Luo looked at Shen Luo with a strange look. After taking out a disc-like thing from his sleeve, he said solemnly.
"Of course, I'm willing. But shouldn't we find a way to escape first?" Shen Luo replied with a wry smile.
"Don't worry. Since I've accepted you as a disciple, I'll naturally try to save your life. I have my own way! "Daoist Luo listened and sneered. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence toward the disc in his hand.
The disc floated to the ground. Suddenly, a white light burst out from it, and a hazy light beam shot out.
"Let's go!"
After he finished speaking, he slapped Shen Luo's back, causing him to stagger and fall into the light pillar.
Shen Luo was caught off guard. He only felt his whole body stiffen. His whole body was bound by the white light, and he couldn't move at all.
"Oh no! Quickly stop him! "Martial Uncle Wang saw this and shouted. Billowing black fog gushed out from his sleeves.
Gu Hualing had also landed on the ground. He raised his wrist, and several white skeletons suddenly jumped out from the ground and rushed toward Daoist Luo.
At this time, Daoist Luo didn't say anything, but his voice suddenly sounded in Shen Luo's mind.
"Take the token to see your Martial Granduncle. Quickly go and ask him for help."
Before Shen Luo could figure out what was going on, Daoist Luo had already thrown a palm-sized jade pendant into his arms.
The next moment, he felt the sky and earth were spinning. The white light enveloping his body suddenly shrank. His whole body seemed to be pressed into the disc, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
Daoist Luo had just breathed a sigh of relief when his back was attacked by the black fog.
He stepped forward again, and his body rushed forward. He took off the Taoist robe and left it on the ground.
However, after the black fog spread, the Taoist robe quickly decayed and turned into ashes.
Martial Uncle Wang frowned and said, "You go and kill that boy."
Gu Hualing hesitated for a moment, then flapped the bone wings on his back and was about to fly out.
"Demon, don't even think about leaving!" Daoist Luo shouted and waved his hand.
A ball of light flew out from his hand, directly hitting the eight trigrams mirror hanging above the door of the central room. The mirror immediately flipped over, refracting a ray of light, hitting the other bronze mirror in the front courtyard.
The light on the mirror immediately reflected out and landed in other places in the yard. The whole yard was covered in light, and a huge Eight Trigrams Shadow appeared on the ground under the light.
Gu Hualing's body just flew up, but he hit a layer of light screen that was hard to see with the naked eye, and fell back again.
"Restriction Spell?" Her expression changed slightly.
"Forget it. It's just a registered disciple. It's not important. Let's deal with Daoist Luo first." Wang Qingsong's face was pale, and he approached Daoist Luo step by step.
…
Shen Luo only felt that the world was spinning. His body seemed to be falling down continuously, and his eyes were full of white light.
However, in the blink of an eye, his feet landed on the ground again, and the white light in front of his eyes dimmed. However, the strong dizziness did not go away for a while.
He took a step forward, but he could not stand still. He staggered forward and hurriedly reached out his hand to support himself. His palm touched a rough stone wall.
After he steadied himself with the wall, the dizziness finally went away, and his vision returned to normal. Only then did he realize that he was in a strange dark stone room.
There were a few oil lamps hanging on the walls of the stone room. He did not know what kind of oil was burning in them, but there was no smoke in the flames. There was only a faint fishy and sweet smell.
Shen Luo's eyes turned and fell on a corner of the stone room, and his body immediately tensed up.
He saw there were two strange figures in tattered black robes. Their bodies were surrounded by thick black fog, and their bodies were tilted and floating in the air. Both of their arms were stretched forward, as if they were going to attack something.
Shen Luo was alarmed. He took a step forward and looked through the gap between the two of them. He saw that in the corner where they were sandwiched, there was a thin old man wearing a grey-white Taoist robe and a Five Mountain Crown on his head. He was facing them with both hands forming a spell.
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