Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Chapter 363 He is the Cannon Fodder Phoenix Man (3)

The master cast some kind of formation on Si Cen’s coffin.

At the beginning, Si Cen just watched out of boredom.

After all, he had already felt it in the past few days since he came to this world. This world did not have the slightest spiritual energy. Although this master seemed to be able to see him and might indeed have a little ability, he could feel that it was also a very mediocre ability.

However, he did not expect that the situation would suddenly change the moment the master completed the formation.

He felt a strong spiritual force suppressing his soul, trying to destroy it bit by bit.

If this was a real newborn ghost, it would probably be destroyed in less than a minute.

But this is Si Cen.

He has an incomparably powerful soul. Even if he is seriously injured and in a dormant state, he cannot be destroyed by a monk who has gained some skills by chance in a world with scarce spiritual energy.

Si Cen's soul became more solid, and his eyes turned scarlet.

"what……"

Xia Xiuxiu suddenly saw her husband's ghost, let out a devastating scream, and fainted from fright.

The master groaned, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he took out a particularly yellowed talisman paper and slapped it on the coffin where Si Cen was sitting.

It was obvious that he was not from the same faction as the master. The talisman must have been obtained by the master from somewhere else, or it was because of the talisman that the master was able to achieve such success today.

An even more powerful spiritual energy emanated from the talisman and enveloped Si Cen.

Si Cen only felt a huge pulling force coming from his soul. He only had time to hear the master whisper "Not good" before his eyes went dark and the world spun around...

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"This is really strange. I just felt a strong spiritual energy riot here, and it was also emitting a strong yin energy. How come it is so clean when I come here?"

"I told you that you drank too much today, don't you see where you are? There are hundreds of Heavenly Masters here today, who would dare to sneak in and cause trouble? Let's go, there are still competitions tomorrow, if you don't go back to sleep, I will go back by myself."

"But there really is... Hey, wait for me, don't leave me here alone!"

"Damn, I've never seen a celestial master who is afraid of ghosts."

"Who made me naturally sensitive to these spiritual energies and negative energies? I don't want to be that. Rather than being a celestial master, I would rather be an ordinary office worker and live a peaceful life..."

The two young men's whispers drifted farther and farther away as they left.

In the dark corner where the street lights could not reach, the bushes rustled, and ordinary people would just think it was a gust of wind blowing.

But if a Taoist priest with some experience in Taoism was able to see that a ghost was floating out from the bushes...

This is of course Si Cen.

He didn't expect the monk's talisman to be so powerful. He underestimated his enemy and was caught off guard. In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a different position.

But before he could rejoice that he could escape the boring situation of being bound by the corpse and unable to leave, and no longer be tied to the grave for decades, he smelled the scent of his "natural enemy" approaching quickly.

Naturally, this so-called "natural enemy" is targeting his current identity as a ghost.

The two people who came were two young-looking Taoist priests.

Among them, the young man with round face and round eyes had a very sharp sense of perception. If Si Cen had not restrained his breath quickly, he would have been discovered.

He wasn't afraid of these two junior celestial masters who were obviously just starting out.

But he still remembered what his mission was in this world.

It's impossible for a demon like Si Cen to take the initiative to do extra work.

Why should he add to his own workload when he can just let it go until decades later when he can just wait to be stabbed to death with a sword?

There is no bonus to be received.

So he'd better hide.

Si Cen patted the dust that might have landed on him when he was diving into the bushes (it wasn't), and was about to float around to see where he had been taken by the monk's talisman.

Suddenly, a warning arose in his heart, and he floated to the side without thinking. A thin beam of spiritual power exploded where he had just stood.

"I always say that my intuition is never wrong! Xiong Er, come on!"

Si Cen turned his head and saw that it was the two junior masters who had just left who had returned. He thought that the scene just now was just a show for him, and then they would make a surprise attack.

"My name is Xiong Qing! If you call me Xiong Er, I will catch this ghost and tie it around your neck so that he can watch you sleep tonight!"

The round-faced Taoist priest looked bitter when he heard this. It seemed that even though he was just acting, his fear of ghosts was real. "I was wrong, I was wrong, Brother Xiong! Come on!"

Xiong Qing snorted coldly, raised the peach wood sword and rushed towards Si Cen, shouting, "You bold ghost, you dare to wander around in the world after death, wait for me to kill you with my sword!"

The momentum was strong, and there was indeed a hint of spiritual energy on the peach wood sword.

But in Si Cen's opinion, it was still too slow and too weak.

He only moved his fingers to clamp the tip of Xiong Qing's sword, and under Xiong Qing's incredulous gaze, his fingers slightly moved.

Click...

Xiong Qing's sword was broken just like that.

broken.

Up...

"What the hell! Aaaaaaaahhhh!" The round-faced Taoist priest was so horrified after seeing this scene that he wanted to turn around and run away.

Xiong Qing's eyes turned red, "My family heirloom sword!!"

There was a flash of anger and murderous intent in his eyes, and Xiong Qing grabbed towards Si Cen regardless.

Si Cen was also a little annoyed and was just about to move his fingers to teach this annoying little thing a lesson, when suddenly a familiar feeling of entanglement came over him.

Si Cen:?

Si Cen's soul began to float backwards rapidly and uncontrollably.

"Want to run? Damn it! Your Grandpa Bear will definitely catch you and skin you alive today!"

Si Cen: ...

I don’t want to run, but I don’t know what is calling me!

This feeling of being pulled is a bit like being tied up by your own corpse in a funeral hall and unable to move away.

Could it be that he was summoned by a corpse?

Si Cen tried to resist, but to little avail.

In the end, he gave in and just floated passively in this huge, unknown place.

Xiong Qing behind him refused to give in, and the round-faced Taoist priest stumbled as he was dragged by Xiong Qing with a frightened look on his face.

They made quite a bit of noise and caused a bit of a commotion.

Si Cen felt the auras of many Heavenly Masters coming from all directions, and some of them were quite powerful. Given his current situation, it might be a bit difficult to deal with them.

He couldn't help but look serious.

what happened?

Did you disturb the Heavenly Master's nest?

Oh...that's not right!

How come there is such a strong spiritual energy in the air???

"What's going on? What are you arguing about?"

"It seems that some blind evil creature has run in, and the idiot from the Xiong family and the coward from the Zhang family are trying to catch it."

"Tsk, you can't even catch a small low-level devil, and you still dare to participate in this competition?"

"Do you want to go and help?"

"Let's see what others say..."

Of course, some people are ready to make a move.

Si Cen felt that if he continued like this, the situation would likely develop into something difficult to deal with.

He could only speed up his "escape" and make the two rookie Taoist priests run around in circles, making them dizzy and temporarily leaving them behind.

At this moment, the pulling force on my body suddenly lightened.

Is this the right place?