The ghostly atmosphere is different from the ordinary.
The Minghui Taoist priest who staggered over felt the sinister wind blowing on his face, which was as painful as fire. The huge gloomy energy in the Zhenjun Temple made him tremble with fear, and he did not understand at all.
Something came out.
Even Guan Yu, who came over there, was stroking his beard with a sword. At this time, several other Taoist priests who were rescuing the people also came from a distance. Seeing Ming Hui's appearance, they were about to rush into the temple with their swords.
Ming Hui stopped him: "You can't go!"
Then... Ming Hui, and in the sight of everyone, Li Congyun's spirit escaped from the temple door, as if there was a ten thousand-year evil ghost chasing him behind him, and rushed towards the body in the shop, so fast that even Guan Yu
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword he swung didn't even have time to cut him down to the ground.
The surrounding Taoist priests, the couples hiding in the dormitories, and the bold common people in the distant attic buildings secretly peeked out. At the temple door, a figure in red robes with a strong figure and a fierce face walked out step by step, dragging a sword.
"Escape...run away quickly...It is difficult for a frustrated cat to imitate a tiger, and a defeated parrot is not as good as a chicken...Eat the devil who harms others; what should you do if you harm others? Haha...kill them!"
"Eat it again!" The crazy old man rode back on the back of the cow and ran back with the ancient sword in his arms, shouting in agreement.
The figure who walked straight out of the temple gate was surrounded by gusts of cold wind, looking at the sky with thunderous light, as if taking a deep breath, and then nodded slightly to Guan Yu who was looking at him, stepped on the cold wind, and floated to the shop opposite.
In an instant, the mess was pushed away, and Li Congyun returned to his physical body. His advanced cultivation level returned. Looking at the red robe of the number one scholar approaching, the feeling of fear gradually disappeared.
"That ugly ghost, how can I be afraid of you?"
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to grab it, but did not see the Tianlong Sword flying back. The crazy old man over there was holding on to the ancient sword tightly. He tried to break free and fly away, but the old man pushed him back.
"Without the magic sword, I can deal with you all the same!"
Half of the wooden boards were crushed under the old man's feet, and the floor tiles were cracked inch by inch. The mana around him was shaken, and the dust attached to his robes was stirred to the ground. He walked out of the shop, and his hands in his sleeves turned into sword fingers. However, the moment he stepped out,
As soon as his eyes were focused, the tall and sturdy figure in front of him, dressed in the red of the number one scholar, turned into a huge evil ghost with a red face, fangs, and a bun like a steel needle standing upside down in his sight.
The whining wind stirred the old man's clothes, and they all became hot in an instant, as if he was in the fiery hell of the underworld.
next moment.
The moment the sword energy extended to his fingertips and illuminated the magical light, the evil ghost striding forward just raised the demon sword in his hand, and the sword energy flew away to another place.
"Kill you, you have soiled my sword." Zhong Kui inserted the sword and scabbard into the floor tiles, spread his palms, and the demon-suppressing iron whip hanging from his waist came into his hands in the blink of an eye. After a few steps, he raised his hand and knocked on the eaves pillar.
The eaves of the roof collapsed. Li Congyun flicked his sleeves to block the falling dust and debris, and rushed outside.
At this moment, he stopped and turned around. The figure in the red robe of the number one scholar appeared like a shadow. The iron whip in his hand then swung down and whipped up gusts of dark wind. Li Congyun knew that it was not a mortal thing. Even at the Nascent Soul realm,
He didn't dare to pick it up randomly, so he could only retreat in panic. After the second swing, he scurried to the eaves not far from the Zhenjun Temple. He ran on the eaves with his footsteps, jumped up, and held several sword fingers in his sleeves.
The sword light shot at the opponent, scattered across the street, and exploded countless masonry and debris.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he threw himself down and swooped down. He spread his sleeves and reached out to grab the iron whip in Zhong Kui's hand. However, his hand was bone-chillingly cold. No matter how advanced he was, he couldn't withstand such torture. He immediately let go and backed away.
There was a red-faced godman holding a knife at his side. Even if Li Congyun went back in such a mess, he would leave.
He gathered his magic power with both hands and grabbed onto the street. He lifted it up and countless floor tiles rolled up, overwhelming the sky and hitting the god on the opposite side.
Zhong Kui waved his sleeve lightly, and all the densely packed bricks and stones fell to the side of the road. Looking at the figure flying into the night sky, he suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
Li Congyun, who originally flew into the night sky, felt that his soul was unstable, as if he had been stripped out of his body. In the blink of an eye, he saw his body falling from the mid-air, and he was still flying backwards.
For a moment, a look of panic finally appeared on the old face, and he scraped the ground with waving hands and feet, using his spiritual cultivation to forcefully climb towards the body in front of him.
Behind him, soap boots stepped on the ground and walked towards him. Zhong Kui opened a paper umbrella in his hand and threw it into the night sky. It slowly floated above Li Congyun's body, casting a green and black light that enveloped his body.
The old man crawled to the edge of his body, unable to get back no matter what. He turned around, and in Yuanshen's sight, the red-robed figure of the number one scholar approaching had a ferocious and gloomy look, and his mind was turbulent in his eyes.
The walking soap boots stopped in front of the old man, and the iron-faced temples stretched up, like the sound of chewing iron: "Who just said that you can deal with us without a magic sword?"
"I...I am..."
Li Congyun's words can speak to the god-man in front of him. At this time, he has long lost the domineering attitude before. It seems that he has returned to the cowardice he felt decades ago when facing his master and his senior brother wanted to send him to the Demon Suppressing Cave.
"I... my skills are inferior to others. If I go back this time, I will never come back again in my lifetime."
What answered the old man was something else, like the sound of chewing iron floating in the cold wind, echoing in the old man's ears.
"...I used to be a scholar. I studied hard in my humble life just to serve the country. So what if I had a lot of money. I failed to win the first prize in the imperial examination. I was despised for being ugly and vicious... Hehe, I hit the pillar and died... It was also because of this face.
See through many things in this world, including you!"
Zhong Kui looked at the old man on the ground and grinned. In his eyes, he looked so ferocious and terrifying that Li Cong's Yun Yuan Shen was shaking with fear.
"This man of God, I... sympathize with your situation. I wonder if you can let me go?"
"hehe……"
The sturdy figure's laughter gradually became louder, "Hahaha... At this moment, you are still lying. I have eaten countless ghosts, how can I not see through your tricks?"
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"Don't practice Taoism in the next life, learn to be a human being first!"
The old man sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the god-man in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, and the evil wind poured in, pulling his soul and floating directly up.
Li Congyun still wanted to struggle, but Zhong Kui instantly turned into a big ghost and pinched him in his hand, squeezing his head until it swelled. The next second, the old man almost screamed in despair, and his head was bitten by a bloody mouth.
His soul was torn apart, and Li Congyun's screams stopped abruptly.
Zhong Kui then stuffed the remaining body into his bloody mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it whole.
Boom!
Boom!
In the distance, the bells and drums of the police street were ringing in the imperial city. Zhong Kui heard the drums and turned around to look at the majestic imperial city in the dark night, feeling slightly trance-like.
"What is the Holy Lord looking at?"
Hearing the voice, Zhong Kui closed his eyes and looked away to look at Chen Yuan who was walking towards him. That terrifying smile had a calm tone and he said with a magnanimous smile: "I feel sorry for you when I see him."
Immediately, he took back the Demon Sword in the distance, held it in his hand, turned around and walked towards the white fog that filled the street, "The time is coming, I should go down."
"Holy Lord!"
Chen Yuan took the wine gourd from the hand of the white-robed wood carving that stumbled over, and magnified it in his hand: "How can a holy king eat ghosts without wine?"
After walking towards Bai Wu, he turned around, looked at the drink in Chen Yuan's hand, pursed his lips, turned back with a smile, took the gourd in his hand and drank it down.
Hahaha--
Then he returned the gourd to Chen Yuan and said, "Goodbye!"
Then he walked away into the thick fog with a heroic laugh and disappeared.
"Farewell!" Chen Yuan put down the gourd and cupped his hands towards Bai Wu.
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On the ground, Li Bai took back the gourd and poured it on the ground. There was not a drop of it, and he sat down on the ground with a sad face.