With one step, Wang Peiran leaped two feet away, his hands wrapped in thick armor, like an excavator, and he swept away the debris in a few strokes.
Once the wreckage is gone, you can see wisps of almost invisible red mist, gathering towards a sickle still stained with blood stuck on the ground.
What shocked a few people was that even after so many days of fire and soil flooding.
The trace of blood on the sickle was still as bright red as silk, as if it had just flowed from the body.
Wang Peiran roared.
"Qingqing, prepare the talisman to suppress!"
And his own arms expanded again, like an eagle catching a chicken, and he grabbed the blood sickle hard.
There was a loud bang, and a hazy shadow suddenly appeared around the empty blood sickle, with a graceful figure, and it collided with the big hand.
The phantom was violently scattered by the huge force, but Wang Peiran suddenly attacked, but there was nothing he could do to get the Blood Scythe.
At this moment, Xu Luo shouted loudly behind him.
"Tieniu, get out of the way!"
Wang Peiran jumped forward when he heard the sound.
The next moment, a huge green light passed through his body like lightning and hit the blood sickle with great ferocity.
There was a loud rumble, and the green ox cart appeared.
A deep blade almost cut off the entire green bull's horn, but a smile appeared on Xu Luo's pale face.
A thin figure jumped up from the shaft of the carriage. He was still in the air, and the Xuanshan brush was already blooming.
A series of mysterious runes formed a large Zhen character in the air, pressing down on the blood sickle with incomparable accuracy.
There was a loud chirping sound, just like a red soldering iron being put into blood.
Countless red silk mist appeared again, trying to separate the rapidly falling Zhen characters.
But the exorcism department's suppression character was specifically developed to target this kind of evil. How could it be so easy to resist?
As if entering a realm of nothingness, the town character lightly disappeared into the blood sickle.
Yang Qing was thrown to the ground hard, holding on to the Xuanshan pen tightly. Until then, he didn't care about his pale face and laughed out loud.
"You bastards, I don't think anyone is going to say that my companion is useless?
And... damn, don’t call me Qingqing..."
This kid is still so majestic for the first time, and his words are somewhat incoherent.
Xu Luo had no time to pay attention to this fool. He looked at the blood sickle worriedly until he saw the blood mist surrounding it and quietly disappeared again.
The Blood Scythe, which was still terrifying just now, has gradually become old, with chips appearing on the blade, and even large patches of rust on the blade.
The heart-rending cry that surrounded his ears a moment ago quickly turned into an extremely angry roar.
The dissipated figure of Lianxiang finally appeared next to the blood sickle. Her hair was disheveled, her head was lowered to her chest, and her graceful body was almost folded in half, making people wonder if it had been broken.
The core spiritual object was suppressed, resulting in its incomplete transformation, and its lower body was obviously still a little illusory and dim.
The red resentment tightly imprisoned her figure on the blood sickle.
However, she floated towards Yang Qing who was lying on the ground little by little, hoarse murmurs echoing in the air.
"Why? Why? You all deserve to die! All men deserve to die..."
Yang Qing's laughter stopped suddenly. As long as he still has the slightest conscience, he will naturally understand who deserves to die in this matter!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but show anger in his eyes.
The lotus fragrance floated closer and closer, but Yang Qing still lay on the ground blankly, watching her quietly.
When Xu Luomu moved, Wang Peiran next to him grabbed him and shook his head at him.
"The Blood Scythe, her natal creature, has been suppressed, so she can't hurt anyone!"
Sure enough, the lotus fragrance finally floated to Yang Qing's side, and her lower body had been pulled into a mist shape by resentment.
But she didn't seem to notice it. She raised her head violently and roared fiercely.
"Why? What did my father, mother, and little brother do wrong? Why did that beast kill Lian'er when it wasn't enough and he had to kill them too!
Why……"
"Obviously you promised me that you would not harm my family! Why?"
"God is unfair. I, Lianxiang, volunteer to never be reincarnated for eternity. I only seek to slay my enemies with blood in order to appease my parents for their kindness in raising me!"
…
Lianxiang was obviously a little unconscious, and her words were also confusing.
But since the Xu Luo people can become exorcists, they naturally do not have insufficient IQ, and they can still understand the general context of the matter.
Moreni is really worse than a beast!
Now it seems that this bastard first threatened the innocent Lian Xiang with words, and then killed his whole family to protect the so-called reputation of the Mo family!
As for the old steward, he was most likely an accomplice in setting the fire, and also made up the lie that Lianxiang committed suicide to deceive outsiders.
Even Xu Luo, the calmest among the four, could not control the murderous intention in his heart at this moment. He held the palm of Muguai and couldn't help but the veins popped out.
One can imagine how other people would react?
Yang Qing looked at the acupuncture points on Lianxiang's facial features where blood and tears were flowing out, as well as the ferocious wounds that directly tore open on her neck, and felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.
Everyone says that Weird is cruel and cunning, but compared to some people, the Lianxiang in front of her is not ugly at all!
The more Lian Xiang struggled and screamed, the thinner her figure became.
In her thoughts at this moment, the person in front of her and the beast that she hated so deeply were both from the same group!
Xu Luo sighed.
"Qingqing, collect the talisman! She has no intelligence. If we delay any longer, she will disappear completely!"
Yang Qing, who had been lying on the ground stalling for time, trembled all over.
After a long while, he jumped up, walked straight through Lianxiang's body, made a hand seal with his hands, and pulled out the blood sickle bit by bit, murmuring subconsciously.
"Don't worry! Come with us, I will take you to kill people!"
I don't know if I understood what he said, or if the Zhen character was too fierce, the trembling of the blood sickle gradually slowed down.
Lianxiang's illusory figure gradually dispersed, wailing and becoming one with the blood sickle. Finally, everything returned to calm.
Yang Qing nodded towards the others.
"Let's go, Qinghe, lead the way! That bastard is hiding somewhere, let's give him a big gift!"
Xu Luo turned the cart around, caught the leaping Yang Qing, and took the lead.
Li Qinghe, who had been patient for a long time, disappeared, leaving only an impatient sneer in the air.
"There is a cave under the old housekeeper's house, and Moreni and his bodyguards are hiding underneath!"
“Follow the plan!”
Wang Peiran didn't move for the moment, but when his body moved with strength, the movement was really scary.
Until Yang Qing stretched out his hand to seal the secret, tiny red mist rushed out from the blood sickle and spread around the people.
At this moment, the vision that no one suppressed suddenly broke out.
For a moment, it was like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, all kinds of ghosts crying and howling, and miserable howls suddenly sounded.
From the houses on both sides of the lane, the uncontrollable cries and muffled roars of the people suddenly came.
Wang Peiran's thick legs flicked hard on the ground, and his whole body rushed forward like a cannonball.
The time that all exorcists can borrow companion creatures is limited. If he doesn't hurry up, he will just be a spectator!
Covered by the lotus scent, resentment and vision, no one in Mojiazhuang who is not discerning dares to come out and take a peek.