After a while, Qingxi Township is already in sight.

The heavy rain seemed to add a touch of sadness to the world.

Fang Ming looked at the white light curtain wrapped in Qingxi Township and smiled. He was not as strong as the four villages under his jurisdiction, but there was a sense of hostility in it. It seemed that Zhang Qingyun had discovered him.

But this is nothing. It’s just a pride of killing people. As an ancestor, Zhang Qingyun cannot live without the ancestral hall. Are he still afraid of running away?

Fang Ming sneered and said, "Take it!"

"No!" Wang Liulang took the order and shouted: "Form a formation!"

The forty Yin soldiers were led by the sergeant commander, with Fang Ming, Wang Liulang and Xie Jin as the core, and stood in a certain direction, forming a small formation with a long sword like a forest, pointing directly to the light curtain in Qingxi Township.

At this time, in Fang Ming's eyes, a terrifying and mysterious aura arose from the top of the military formation, and the sound of killing and attacking came from it. This was not luck or disaster, but authentic military aura. Fang Ming has been cultivating Yin soldiers. After the killing and attacking, there was also Wang Liulang and Xie Jin who used the method in the army to finally see the results today!

The ghost soldiers shouted in unison: "Kill!" The black army's aura was boiling, and it appeared in a knife shape. It rushed straight into the light curtain, and a bang, mixed with a reluctant cry. The light curtain shattered and turned into a spot of light dissipation.

Fang Ming was overjoyed. Although he could forcibly break the light screen, he had to consume a lot of his magical power. This time, he tried his best to achieve success without thinking.

The order was issued: "Go to the army, block the entrance, record the contacts, and the rest of the people follow me to the ancestral hall, remember that they will not harm the people!"

The villagers in the village didn't know what happened, but the villagers in Qingxi were shocked, their luck in protecting their bodies was greatly reduced, and they couldn't help but feel panic.

Fang Ming had arrived at the ancestral hall at this time. In his eyes, above the ancestral hall, the red and white energy was rolling, but the white energy was slightly more, forming a layer of red and white film to wrap the ancestral hall. This was invisible to the eyes of mortals, but it was the last defense of the ancestor spirit.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Liulang knew that the Yin soldiers formed a military formation again. The black sword slashed onto the film. The red and white light flashed, blocking it. The black sword whined, and it seemed to be a little damaged. The Yin soldiers present turned pale.

Fang Ming snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and the black saber light flashed. When it appeared again, it had already come to his hands. He was the lord of the Yin soldiers, so he could naturally drive military energy, which was also the way of the system.

Fang Ming reached out to touch the knife, and the black knife suddenly flashed with a red light, and the fierce light flashed. Fang Ming sneered and slashed the knife, and the red and white aura fought against each other.

A sudden explosion, like thunder in the flat ground, knocking the Yin soldiers to the ground, Xie Jin's feet numb, but he lifted his breath so hard that he stabilized, and finally did not make a fool of himself. At this time, he did not have the magical power of hope for energy, but he could also feel the repulsive force that had been blocking him from entering the ancestral hall disappeared.

Fang Ming looked at the black knife in his hand and turned into military energy and returned to the Yin soldiers. He couldn't help but smile. He already knew some key points. Why did the ghost kings open a mansion and build a yamen to gather ghosts? He wanted to collect thousands of ghost energy from himself. With one move, he could gather the power of thousands of ghosts, which was difficult to stop. If the ghost king fought alone with the real person, the victory or defeat was about 50%, but if he was among the troops, there would be no disadvantage.

However, this thought flashed by and the group entered the ancestral hall. At Fang Ming gave the order, Wang Liulang and Xie Jin led their troops into the main house, and soon a figure was dragged out.

This is Zhang Qingyun. I saw a middle-aged man in green clothes with red and white light shining on his body, and a little black air, and his face was irritated. These were the two layers of barriers that were broken, both connected to Zhang Qingyun's energy, so he was backfired.

Xie Jin reported, "Lord, when I waited in, I saw this man lying on the ground, motionless. At first, I thought it was a trick to deceive me, but I didn't expect that it was really a soft-legged shrimp, which scared me for nothing."

Fang Ming nodded, came to Zhang Qingyun and asked, "You rejected my kindness first, and then wanted to destroy my temple. This time it fell into my hands, what else do you want to say?"

Zhang Qingyun reluctantly raised his head and spit out words: "Thieves... son..."

Fang Ming was not angry, waved his hand, Xie Jin understood, and stepped forward with a grin, and slashed through it. Zhang Qingyun's head flew up and landed on the ground, bleeding oozed. After a while, it gradually turned into white air and dispersed, but there was a little black air in the middle.

Fang Ming ignored it and looked at his own luck. Unexpectedly, killing the ancestor spirit only added a trace of black sinful aura, and was soon destroyed by the golden light of merit. It seems that he would repay his grudges with straightforwardness. In the rules of this world, there was hatred between each other and the other party first. Fang Ming fought back and killed people. If Zhang Qingyun had not been a little protective of himself, he might not have even this black air.

Just thinking lightly, Fang Ming entered the main house, looked at the densely packed god-master cards, sighed and said, "The Zhang family has also calculated the talent. It is very difficult for Zhang Qingyun to climb to the ninth-grade Gongcao with a commoner. Since then, his descendants have been thrifty and dedicated to their family business, which has made people sigh..."

At this time, Xie Jin came out and said, "Lord, although Zhang Qingyun has some talent, he does not know the time and dares to resist his lord and be enemies with him. Even if he has some merit, he will be wiped out. The fate of the Zhang family depends on his lord's fate!"

Fang Ming smiled and came to the middle and saw Zhang Qingyun's divine lord card. There was a crack. From the crack, there was a strong incense power surged out.

He stretched out his hand and held the God Lord's card. A large amount of incense and vows were sucked into Fang Ming's body. After transforming the talisman of the priest, he turned into a trace of white divine power. After a long time, Fang Ming let go of his hand and sighed in his heart that it is worthy of the accumulation of a village, and he actually contributed more than 20,000 divine power to him, which is the sum of the other four villages. Looking at the luck on his head, the red color has increased significantly, and it seems that the advancement is not far away.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Fang Ming frowned. He saw that the gray and black luck above Qingxi Township still remained unshakable, and even more. He changed his mind and had an answer. He said, "Where is Wang Liulang?"

Wang Liulang knelt on one knee, "Tagged!"

Fang Ming thought and a long red needle condensed in his hand.

"You hold this needle to find Zhang Huaizheng, and stab the needle into his heart. After he dies, kill his soul!" This was transformed by Fang Ming using dozens of red divine power. If he stabbed Zhang Huaizheng's heart, he would cause him to bleed and die. Moreover, this symptom is very similar to the onset of congenital deficiencies. He does not seek to distort the false as real, but it is also an excuse.

As soon as he said this, a few wisps of black gas appeared above Fang Ming's head, which was quickly purified, and the gray-black gas above Qingxi Township quickly dissipated and soon disappeared without a trace.

Wang Liulang received the order and said, "Promise!"

Time goes a little further.

When Fang Ming first arrived outside the village, Zhang Huaizheng was talking to Butler Zhang.

The location was still in the study. Butler Zhang looked around and saw a few pieces of decorations missing. He remembered that it was the porcelain that the master liked very much. He couldn't help but remember that after he came back three days ago, the master was furious and smashed a lot of porcelain. Even he was kicked a few times, which was even worse.

Zhang Huaizheng is not a fool. He knew that this was no longer a problem with incense. This has begun to shake the foundation of his Zhang family. If the Zhang family could not suppress the four villages below, then the profit would be reduced, even the county would have a view of him and have some thoughts. There were also a few people in the village who were staring at his seat. After all, the surname was Zhang and he was qualified.

Thinking of this, there was a cold sweat on his forehead. Zhang Huaizheng had to extinguish his mind to get back the scene immediately, and sent a lot of servants from his family to inquire about the news.

Today, there was a result, but Mr. Zhang came to report.

Butler Zhang said, "Master, I have found out that the origin of the land god is very strange. Suddenly, he appeared in Qingyu Village. Qingyu Village was attacked by a group of ghosts. Old man Su Hu took the lead and carried the temple into the village. Therefore, he was sacrificed. Later, he asked a dream, saying that as long as there is a statue at home, it can be worshipped and protected, and it is popular in all villages..."

The more Zhang Huaizheng heard, his brows became tighter and he couldn't help but stand up and paced back and forth for a few times. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and laughed loudly, looking very happy.

Butler Zhang was confused, the master was not crazy.

At this time, the master said, "I will write a letter, you will take it to the county, buy some gifts, and visit the Baishui Temple Master. I have always had some friendship with him, so I will definitely meet you. If you give him the letter, if he asks you, he will answer everything, do you understand?"

Butler Zhang nodded.

At this time, Zhang Huaizheng sneered: "Hehe... Although rural sacrificial sacrifices can be kept safe, not evil spirits, and no blood sacrifices, the county generally does not care about it. Even if there is, it is the matter of the forbidden ghost Cao Si. If you are not here now, you can do nothing. But I know some details about the Baishui Temple, which is the Baiyun Temple. You can get the news to Baiyun Temple. I don't believe that such a strange ancestor spirit will not have the intention of catching it back and checking it. At that time, haha..."

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this plan was feasible. I wanted to say something, but I was panicked. If Fang Ming was here, I could see that Zhang Huaizheng's protection luck was lost in large quantities. Soon after, there was only a trace of it. Zhang Huaizheng's face turned a little pale, but he still said: "No need to delay, I will write a letter now, you can ride on your horse and send it to Baishui Temple."

Just sat down, butler Zhang stepped forward to grind. Zhang Huaizheng picked up the pen and was about to write a letter. Suddenly, his heart ached, his face turned blue and white, and he fell down like this. Finally, he could only hear the butler's panic shout. He wanted to listen again, but he sank into the darkness.

Wang Liulang received the order. Although he was sent out by the lord to do dirty work, he was a little unhappy, but when he thought about it, this also meant that he was closer to the lord. Didn’t he see Xie Jin’s somewhat envious look? After thinking about it, the unhappiness in his heart disappeared, and the wind blew under his feet, and he arrived at the Zhang family in a few steps.

Originally, the Zhang family still had some luck to protect their bodies, and it was not so easy for Wang Liulang to enter, but after Zhang Qingyun was destroyed, his luck quickly dissipated. Soon, there was only a trace left. Of course, Wang Liulang could not be stopped.

I found the study all the way and happened to hear the last few words. Wang Liulang sneered in his heart: "But I'm so lucky to keep you!"

He stabbed Zhang Qingyun's heart, and saw a red light flash, and the long needle disappeared, and Zhang Qingyun fell to the ground and died.

Wang Liulang didn't leave, and watched the housekeeper call his family again, and hurried to find the doctor, and the room was in a mess.

Soon, a translucent figure appeared from Zhang Huaizheng's body. When he saw Wang Liulang, he asked: "Who are you? Why are you here? What's wrong with me?"

Wang Liulang's eyes flashed with murderous aura, and a long knife stabbed it into Zhang Huaizheng's chest and stretched out from his back. Zhang Huaizheng looked disbelief, and soon it turned into gray air.
Chapter completed!