Chapter 1284 Delivered to the Door
The hairpin scratched something hard, making a sound.
But at this moment, the hairpin emitted a white light, and immediately it was like sunlight burning the little ghost.
The little kid who was about to launch a sneak attack was illuminated by the white light. He screamed and disappeared instantly, turning into a talisman which turned black.
Weng Songzhi was surprised.
"The power of Yunting's hairpin is very strong."
Lu Zhaoling suddenly felt a little proud. "This was carved by Zhou Shiyue, and he gave it to his senior fellow apprentice."
Weng Songzhi knew that Zhou Shiyue was able to make magic weapons, but he didn't expect that the magic weapons he made would be so powerful.
This is no ordinary talent.
"Has the King of Jin learned this before?"
"No, it's like he learned it by himself. At the beginning, it was because he wanted to carve a hairpin for me. I found out it was a magic weapon, and he didn't even know he could do it." Lu Zhaoling said.
So she felt that when the Xuanmen sect was revived and the Xuanshu became prosperous, even if Zhou Shiyue did not become a prince, he should be able to earn a lot of money by becoming a weapon maker and would definitely not be unable to support himself.
"Then this... is amazing." Weng Songzhi sighed softly, still feeling that this matter was unusual.
How could someone make a magical instrument without any instruction?
Even if there is, it can only be weak magic power at the beginning, but the magic power of the hairpin that Yun Ting used just now is very strong.
That person was also shocked.
Yin Yunting broke his little ghost talisman with just a hairpin!
His eyes fell on the hairpin in Yin Yunting's hand.
"Where did you get this hairpin?" he asked.
Yin Yunting snorted, "Since you asked, I have to tell you. What, you have no descendants, so you come out to feel like a boss? The day is almost dawn, so stop dreaming."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hairpin in his hand suddenly flew towards Lu Song's feet again, "Junior Brother Lu, get out of the way!"
Lu Song stepped back hastily, and the hairpin pierced the little ghost who was at his feet. With a snap, the hairpin seemed to have pierced the little ghost's head.
It also screamed, turned into smoke and dissipated, and turned into a talisman again. Now this talisman was pierced through the ground by the hairpin.
Two little devil talismans were also lost.
Lu Song quickly stepped forward, pulled out the hairpin, and immediately threw it to Yin Yunting. "Big Brother, take it."
Such a good magic weapon cannot be allowed to be obtained by evil practitioners.
Didn't you hear that he was obviously greedy for this hairpin?
Yin Yunting caught the hairpin.
The man slowly took out the black pen from his waist and held it in his hand.
Yin Changxing looked at the pen carefully.
Lu Zhaoling suddenly exclaimed, then sniffed.
"Uncle Master, do you smell it?"
After hearing her reminder, Weng Songzhi sniffed carefully. But his Taoism had been destroyed, and he really didn't smell anything.
“It just smells a bit.”
The stench was coming from that evil cultivator, mixed with the smell of many other things, it was indeed stinky.
But Yin Changxing smelled it.
"I smell it." He also whispered, then his eyes fell on the pen and he said, "Could this be..."
The person Xiao Hei is looking for?
A thief who stole the magic weapon from the Netherworld and left behind this smell.
Being able to steal into the underworld, and even steal to the ghost abyss of the underworld, is really incredible.
But could it be this person?
Yin Yunting did not hear what Lu Zhaoling and Yin Changxing said, but he could faintly smell a very faint fragrance.
This scent seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.
"Fragrance beads..." He suddenly remembered.
After hearing these three words, Lu Song instantly understood.
"Yes!" he said excitedly.
But then, they became serious.
No way? If the pen in the opponent's hand was stolen from the Netherworld Ghost Abyss, and it was a magical weapon from the Ghost Abyss, then do they still have a chance of winning?
"Second Senior Sister, please be careful." Lu Song immediately whispered to Rong Jingjing.
When Rong Jingjing noticed that they were getting serious, she guessed that the pen might not be simple.
"Now even if you hand over that bull-eyed ghost, it won't be enough."
The evil cultivator spoke slowly, and then raised the pen in his hand. In such a dark night, the pen seemed to gradually show some starlight, which looked like stars gradually appearing in the night sky, and there was some faint light, which looked mysterious and quiet.
Weird beauty.
He held the pen and slowly moved it in front of him.
As the pen moved, it seemed to be stirring the air currents in front of it.
Moreover, as the strokes move, the originally invisible strokes seem to have color.
It is hard to tell whether it is extreme black, or a hint of faint blue light, as if condensed from water vapor.
Gradually, a talisman appeared, and then it spread out and became a small mist vortex.
Suddenly, black mist rushed out from the vortex like a column of water, rushing fiercely towards Yin Yunting and his companions.
"Deep Mist?!"
Yin Yunting cried out, shocked, yet also feeling it was expected.
Since we guessed that this pen was stolen from the Ghost Abyss, doesn't it make sense that it can open the Ghost Gate and release the Abyss Mist directly?
Rong Jingjing was shocked, "What?"
Yuan Wu? Was it the Yuan Wu of the ghost Yuan that she was thinking of?
You can't touch this. Once you get touched by it, you will be instantly buried in the deep fog and quickly frozen. The negative energy will instantly invade your whole body.
She originally thought that the senior brother and Lu Song would also be horrified when they saw this abyss fog.
The evil cultivator actually thought the same thing. He felt that they would be so frightened that their legs would go limp, and he also felt that they would be unable to avoid it.
But they didn't expect that Yin Yunting and Lu Song became calmer instead.
"Master, please help me."
Yin Yunting and Lu Song immediately took out a handful of ghost-attracting talismans, waved them at the abyss of mist, and pushed them towards Yin Changxing.
Rong Jingjing was stunned because she found that the deep mist was actually being led by them and pushed towards the master like a tamed dragon.
"Master?!"
Rong Jingjing was still a little anxious.
These deep mists are rushing towards Master. Is it really okay?
Shouldn’t the senior sister take action?
But she didn't expect that Lu Zhaoling sat even more steadily, and even her uncle didn't move. Everyone was very calm.
"You are looking for death..." The evil cultivators narrowed their eyes, thinking that they were really looking for death. Maybe they really didn't know what it was.
But at this moment, Yin Changxing stood up, stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the air in front of his chest. The deep mist seemed to be completely contained by his movement, forming a round ball of mist in front of his chest.
It doesn't seem to pose any threat to Yin Changxing.
It's not scary at all, it's like a piece of cake.
"You..." The evil cultivator was so shocked that he took off his hat to see more clearly.