"Courageous enough."

Faced with Tiamat's provocation, the ghost lady spoke.

"It's cruel enough." The mad evil Taoist laughed a few times, his voice hoarse, like the sound of sharpening a knife.

Cruel enough means that Xia Yanzhen and the two don't care about the life or death of those people at all.

When he was killing the Nanshan Ghost King, Dryad Granny unceremoniously hanged a few more people and made them scream in agony.

As a result, there wasn't even a trace of hesitation or pause.

Now there are only five survivors left.

On the side of the tree demon grandma, Xia Yanzhen killed without hesitation, except for those little demons and imps who were surrounding and did not dare to approach.

The only real opponents are the tree demon grandma, the ghost lady, the turtle old man, and the crazy evil Taoist.

The ghost king of Shannan, the bear demon Krishna, and the fox demon couple all died.

All died in Xia Yanzhen's hands.

Let the three ghost ladies be extremely afraid.

Their strength is about the same as the three who died. Even if there is a gap, it should be limited.

Killing the ghost king and others in this Zuo Qian household is as easy as killing chickens and sheep.

It won't take much effort to kill them.

Their caution was right and their lives were saved.

Like Mr. Turtle, he didn't even say anything, he just stood by the pool and could run to the tree demon grandma at any time.

There were also several descendants of the fox demon, who were as quiet as chickens at this time and said nothing.

Yan Chixia's anger never stopped. While healing herself, she glared at Grandma Dryad.

Xia Yanzhen ignored the crazy evil Taoist's words, stepped on the carpet which was even brighter red than before, and walked towards the tree demon grandma.

Put your right hand on the blood-burning sword already worn on your waist and unsheath it!

Aoki's Strike turned into an arc and struck forward, wrapping some of the surrounding little demons and imps in it.

The Aoki Strike accumulated to its peak (the accumulation of Aoki Strike has an upper limit) flew through the pillar, leaving an undetectable trace.

The surrounding little demons and imps were unable to block Aoki's attack and were cut into two pieces.

Their tenacious vitality prevented them from dying on the spot and could still struggle for a while.

The willow branches that grew from the ground were also cut.

But before the hostages landed, new wicker branches grew out, tied them up again, and lifted several hostages back into the air.

These hostages are ineffective against Zuo Qianhu and his attendants (Tiamat).

It is still very useful for Yan Chixia, a stupid person with an innocent heart.

Moreover, Grandma Dryad has already thought of a very interesting way to play, which requires these hostages.

Aoki killed a lot of scraps, but it didn't have much effect against the three turtles.

The three of them each used their magical powers to block Aoki's attack and disperse it.

I didn't let it affect my grandma sitting at the back.

"Young Master Yan." Grandma was really angry, "Do you want to save these last five people?"

Yan Chixia said nothing and concentrated on healing her injuries.

"I have an idea, and I want to stop him!" Halfway through her words, the tree demon grandma had to stop and give the crazy evil Taoist an order.

It was talking there, but Xia Yanzhen would not listen obediently, and had already arrived in front of the pool.

If you don't stop me, Grandma Dryad won't be able to finish pretending.

The three crazy evil Taoists took action again.

Based on the lessons learned last time, all three have changed their methods this time.

The mahogany sword behind the mad evil Taoist was unsheathed, surrounded by black and white auras that were exactly the same as his eyes, and attacked Xia Yanzhen.

Black is death, white is withering.

Life, death, prosperity, the air of death!

The peach wood sword became hazy and chaotic, and even the air was rotten wherever it passed.

The ghost lady raised her hands, and a tattered sedan appeared behind Xia Yanzhen. It was the sedan that the ghost lady had once sat in, and it was also a terrifying prison.

The sedan chair expanded and fell forward, trying to engulf Xia Yanzhen.

The peach wood sword is pointed directly at Xia Yanzhen's appearance.

One after the other.

Turtle Lao is very obedient. If the Dryad Grandma said to stop him, she would definitely stop him.

Not an attack.

He took a shot in the air, and the water in the pool surged up, forming a water wall, which not only blocked Xia Yanzhen from walking towards his grandma, but also protected himself.

No wonder being the second oldest, maybe even the oldest, is not just a racial advantage.

The movements of the three people may sound slow, but in fact they happened in the blink of an eye, as soon as Grandma finished speaking.

The attack by the crazy evil Taoist and the ghost lady has already formed a siege on Xia Yanzhen.

Xia Yanzhen stopped and grabbed the flying peach wood sword with his left hand.

"Um?"

The crazy evil Taoist's expression changed.

He felt like he was losing control of the Dead Sword?!

Why is this?

The Withered Sword is not his natural magic weapon.

As a monk, it is far more difficult than other demon and ghost cultivators to refine the natal magic weapon.

The requirements for cultivation are much different.

Even Yan Chixia's level of cultivation has not begun to practice the magic weapon of birth, let alone a crazy evil Taoist.

But even if it is not a magic weapon of destiny, this withered sword was made by crazy evil Taoists for many years. It is like an arm and uses fingers, and is no different from a third arm.

How could it be taken away so easily?

"That's not right. My magic power seems to have been stripped away and I can't touch the Dead Sword!" With his mind racing like lightning, the crazy evil Taoist realized the root cause.

This feeling is very strange, like riding a horse and running wildly, and suddenly the horse hits a tree pillar and stops.

I am still heading to "fly".

The crazy evil Taoist must mobilize his magic power to form the air of death and regain the sword of death.

As for Zuo Qianhu, there is no need to worry, because when he grabbed the dead sword, the ghost lady's sedan chair also swallowed him up.

However, in the next breath, an afterimage roared towards the mad evil Taoist's head.

The withered sword flew out of the sedan chair without any hindrance.

The crazy evil Taoist instinctively wants to control the withered sword.

He Nai's Dead Sword was still in the "Xia Yanzhen Category" at this time, like a heartless man who missed the last attempt of a crazy evil Taoist.

"puff!"

The crazy evil Taoist's head exploded, and the Withered Sword continued to fly backwards, piercing a pillar, hitting a big hole in the wall behind the hall, and finally almost tore the wicker wrapped around it before falling to the ground.

The Dead Sword is a wooden sword, not sharp, but hard enough.

Xia Yan really threw it out, and the hole made was quite big.

"this……"

The crazy evil Taoist's headless body fell down, and the ghost lady was extremely surprised, but she didn't let go!

"Roar!"

Before she could finish being surprised, Tiamat let out a dragon's roar. Dragon Power opened the way first, and then slashed at the ghost lady with a knife.

Xia Yanzhen can't see the enemy, let him deal with it.

The Ghost Head Sword transforms into a Ghost Sword and cooperates with Tiamat's attack. It likes the resentment and ghost energy in the Ghost Lady.

It looks like Samehada, the betrayal weapon in an anime.

When the dragon roared, Xia Yanzhen had already stepped out of the sedan chair. The ground beneath his feet sank due to the huge force, and the dragon flew towards the tree demon grandma.

Passing by Gui Lao on the way, he took a sword and included him in the attack target.

Facing this terrifying owl-headed sword, Old Turtle's head shrank down, and his entire body revealed its original shape, and it turned out to be a turtle.
To be continued...