Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Yang Xing observed it for a while, and sighed: "This snake spirit looks quite scary, and it should be able to sell for a lot of money if it is exhibited."

The snake spirit crawled over along a thick branch, its eyes swaying from side to side on Bai Yesheng and Yan Yufeng.

King Ping took a few steps back, stood next to Yang Xing, and said in a low voice, "...why doesn't it look at us?"

Yang Xing: "People also choose opponents based on their strength. For people of our level, it's better to go to bed as soon as possible."

King Ping: "..."

Yan Yufeng glanced sideways at Yang Xing: "Don't be distracted."

The snake spirit's eyes stopped on Yan Yufeng.

Yang Xing: "Wow, congratulations."

Yan Yufeng: "..."

The next moment, Yan Yufeng jumped up suddenly, and a shadow of a whip blocked the tail of the snake that the snake spirit swept!

"Boom!" The snake tail just backed away slightly, and then quickly fought with Yan Yufeng again.

Bai Yesheng dodged a few times, rushed to the back of the ancient tree, swung his knife down, and an extremely strong white light flew out, and the ancient tree was cut off in half!

The snake spirit turned around in the air, and quickly jumped to another tree.

Yang Xing sacrificed his staff, and a huge spirit descending formation was forming in the sky. He glanced at King Ping from the corner of his eye, and was slightly taken aback.

I saw King Ping deftly dodged the ancient tree that fell on the ground, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly started to spin, and drops of ink-like liquid were formed out of thin air. He waved the fan lightly, and the liquid quickly flew towards the snake spirit.

The Snake Spirit's body was huge, and it was inconvenient to dodge. After a few drops, the hard scales were immediately corroded, and several small pits were formed.

The corners of Yang Xing's mouth curled up: "So you are also a spirit descendant."

King Ping kept moving his hands: "I'm not talented, I only know this trick."

The red light all over Yan Yufeng's body became more and more intense, and his whip movements became more and more fierce each time. After a few whips swept over the snake spirit, the scales broke open, revealing the red flesh inside.

The snake spirit was furious in pain, and twisted wildly. The huge snake tail swept across the forest. In the blink of an eye, several big trees were rolled down and swung towards the direction where several people were standing!

Bai Yesheng was the closest, unable to dodge in time, he was hit by a swung tree trunk, a mouthful of blood spurted out instantly, and he flew out.

Ping Wang flew over to catch Bai Yesheng, and led him back quickly.

Yang Xing waved his palm down, and the spirit descending array flew towards the snake spirit, restraining the snake spirit's movements temporarily.

"Run to where there are fewer trees!"

Several people quickly shuttled through the forest.

The snake spirit kept changing its shape on the branch, moving and shifting, following the crowd without landing a step.

Yan Yufeng ran at the end, flicking his whip from time to time to block the snake spirit's attacks.

Seeing that he ran to a relatively open place, Yang Xing turned around quickly, and immediately formed countless wind blades around him, striking at the chasing snake spirit.

Bai Yesheng was surprised when he saw this: "Your spiritual power can already be transformed into physical damage?!"

Yang Xing: "It won't last long, find a way to solve this thing!"

The snake spirit was forced back a little by the wind blade, hid in the woods, and stared at everyone.

Yan Yufeng said: "Find a way to bring it into the middle."

"Look up at the stars, set up an array."

Yang Xing understood, ran to the middle of the open space, bit his finger, poured blood into the staff, and started to draw a formation with the staff.

Yan Yufeng and Bai Yesheng attacked from left to right, trying to lure the snake spirit out of the woods.

King Ping drove those corrosive liquids to drop on the path that the snake spirit passed by, cutting off its thoughts of retreating.

The snake spirit's gaze instantly became resentful, as if it understood everyone's intentions, it suddenly turned its head, and rushed towards Yangxing in the center of the formation.

Yang Xing narrowly avoided the snake tail it swept, and a black figure appeared in front of him, blocking the snake spirit.

The array was only a few strokes away, Yang Xing gritted his teeth and accelerated the speed of drawing the array.

The snake spirit raised its head, and the cyan child's face immediately mutated, and a huge snake head spit out from its mouth, so this is its real appearance!

Yang Xing "poohed" the appearance of the snake spirit in his heart, the staff fell to the ground, and the spirit séance array was completed!

Several blue lights shot out from the ground, and a huge pattern rose into the air, instantly enveloping the snake spirit.

There was a sharp roar in the air, and the snake spirit struggled crazily, scales kept falling off its body, and its body was bloody.

Bai Yesheng jumped up out of thin air, a knife shadow flashed by, and the snake spirit split into two in response!

The snake body twisted a few times on the ground, and finally stopped moving.

……

Yang Xing knelt down in an instant: "I'm exhausted."

Yan Yufeng came over to help him up: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Yang Xing saw Yan Yufeng's arm from the corner of his eyes, and was shocked for a moment, and pulled him back: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Half of Yan Yufeng's arm was blood red, and blood dripped from his fingers.

He shook his head: "It's okay, a little injury."

"Is this still a minor injury? Sit down!"

Forced to sit down according to the words Yufeng, Yang Xing took out a clean cloth and wound medicine from the bag: "Fortunately, I brought it when I came."

Bai Yesheng leaned on King Ping, with an aggrieved expression: "Yang Xing, I was injured too, you care about me."

King Ping was expressionless: "Don't move around when you're hurt." While speaking, he helped Bai Yesheng to sit down as well.

The four of them rested for half an hour before setting off again.

This time, there are no ghosts encountered on the road, the trees are getting rarer and rarer, and the forest seems to be coming to an end.

King Ping sighed, "It's finally coming out soon."

Yang Xing said: "It's not that easy."

"what?"

"Look ahead."

King Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was nothing unusual about the open and flat land in front of him.

"What's the problem?"

Yang Xing shook his head, moved his fingertips slightly, and a blue light flashed across Prince Ping's eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him completely changed:

In front of him was a large swamp, black muddy water with bubbles popping out from time to time, occasionally a few pillars of blue-black grass grew on some flat ground, and there were many wreckage beside it, which could be seen to be human bones upon careful inspection.

His face turned pale instantly: "Why are there human bones?"

Yan Yufeng said in a deep voice, "There is something in the swamp."

There was a sudden movement behind them, and they turned around cautiously, only to see three blood-stained spiritual masters rushing out in embarrassment.

The leader of the three was a tall young man with a scar on his face, behind him was a shorter man, and a woman in a red dress. Seeing that there was someone in front of her at this moment, the three of them immediately picked up the weapon.

After seeing the person coming, the man with the scar put down the scimitar he was holding in both hands: "Spiritualist?"

The left arm of the woman in red was bitten by some animal, bloody and bloody, and even a bit of bones were exposed. She was pale and barely stood against the short man.

The short man held an incense burner and kept circling her wound. The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bai Yesheng said in a low voice: "Bone Furnace."

King Ping was startled: "What?"

"The censer in his hand is called the Bone Furnace. It has a miraculous healing effect on wounds, but..."

"But what?"

"But the last time I saw this stove, it was obviously in the hands of an old man. How did it get into his hands?"

"Maybe the old man sent him off."

"Impossible. You haven't seen how stingy the old man is. I don't want to give it another look. Most likely he killed him and took it away."

Bai Yesheng's voice was extremely low, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could vaguely feel that he was talking about the incense burner from his eyes.

The eyes of the woman in red were instantly filled with vigilance and killing intent. She patted the short man, and the short man put the incense burner in his arms and looked at the four of them.

Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, the man with the scar laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, everyone is going to Biling Lake, so it's better to be a companion, so that we can take care of each other if something happens on the way."

Yang Xing was about to speak when Yan Yufeng said, "No need."

This resolute refusal made the man with the scar look gloomy for a moment, but he soon returned to his smile. He glanced at the whip on Yan Yufeng's waist and the folding fan in King Heping's hand, and said again: "Then let's go first." gone."

With that said, the three bypassed them and headed towards the swamp.

Yang Xing has been paying attention to the gaze of the man with the scar, and seeing him looking at the folding fan of Yaoli King Heping from time to time, he thinks with some evil humor that he should take Luo Xing out, so that he can have more fun.

Seeing that the three of them were about to step into the edge of the swamp, as if they hadn't noticed that the road in front of them was not flat, Wang Ping said, "Do you want to remind them?"

Bai Yesheng: "Don't worry about it."

As soon as the voice fell, the scarred man stopped suddenly, and stopped the two people behind him: "Don't go forward!"

Seeing this, the woman in red took out a flute from her bosom, put it near her mouth and played it.

Bai Yesheng raised his eyebrows: "Yo, Qingxindi."

"Let's think about it, this is... a magic weapon of a nine-year-old girl. It seems that they stole it again. Why did this group of people snatch what they saw?"

The sound of the Qingxin flute made the three people over there instantly see the swamp in front of them clearly. If they take another step forward, they will sink into it.

"Boss, what should we do?" the short man asked.

The scarred man looked back at Yang Xing and his group calmly, and said in a low voice, "No wonder they don't leave, let's take a look at them first."

The three of them walked to the left, as if they were looking for the edge of the swamp.

But Yang Xing knew that they just wanted to see how they got there.

King Ping shook his folding fan: "So how do we get there?"

Yan Yufeng said: "Fly over."

"what?"

Yang Xing looked at Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng had a smile in his eyes: "Haven't you been studying how to fly, it's time to practice."

Yang Xing was a little surprised: "Why do you become so loving and hurtful now?"

Yan Yufeng's smile widened: "I just want to see if you can do anything."

Yang Xing turned around and walked into the woods: "No, let's go back."

Bai Yesheng was taken aback: "Huh?"

Yang Xing: "Come help!"

……

The woman in red looked at the four people over there who had cut many thick branches, and was a little puzzled: "What are they doing? Are they going to row a boat?"

The short man laughed loudly: "By boat? What kind of boat can go on this!"

The man with the scar looked gloomy and said, "They should be able to pass."

The woman in red was startled: "What? How did you get there?"

"Keep watching."

……

The four people over there found good branches, cut them into wooden sticks of equal length, and then Yang Xing applied magic formulas to the bottom of the sticks.

Bai Yesheng picked up a few wooden sticks, walked to the edge of the swamp, jumped up suddenly, jumped onto a nearby flat ground, and slapped a log towards the middle of the swamp ahead.

He picked shallow pits, and with the technique of looking up to the stars, the logs quickly stood up in the swamp.

Bai Yesheng lightly jumped onto the top of the log, found another piece of shallower water and inserted a new log.

The man with the scar suddenly realized: "They want to drive piles and jump over!"

The three looked at each other and began to look for wood.

……

King Ping looked at the movements on the other side of the three, and said, "I learned quite quickly."

Yan Yufeng said: "Don't delay, let's go."

As he spoke, he picked up a few logs and jumped onto the stake that Bai Yesheng had walked by.

Yang Xing followed behind to reinforce the formula on the wood, and King Ping followed at the end.

Bai Yesheng quickly jumped to the center of the swamp, and took the wood from Yan Yufeng's hand, but his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the three people who were driving piles next to him: "Don't put it there!"