"The old god is going to show off his power again!"
"Fortunately, the old god is here. The strange noise just now made me almost wet my crotch."
"Oh, it seems that this little kid was really killed by an evil spirit? Why do you think this evil evil wanted to harm him?"
"Hey! My boss, the old god is going to slay demons and subjugate demons, so don't join in the fun."
"He didn't warn me to wait, so there must be no danger."
"That's right, look, his little apprentice is following him. We're all going together, just stay far away."
The bankers were talking a lot, and a few quietly went home to avoid the trouble, but most of them seemed not afraid of death and insisted on watching the excitement.
Just because they saw the strange and strange glowing broken sword in the old Taoist hand, they felt confident.
Some old villagers even recognized the broken sword, which was exactly the same sword that the old Taoist danced with so much joy when praying for rain.
It’s just that the sword at that time was completely black and had no bright spots.
They all wondered why the old god took a mediocre broken sword.
Now it seems that it is true that the things of the Immortal Family are not something that mere mortals can guess at.
The bankers who were watching the excitement accelerated their pace of catching up.
But Feiyan's mood as he chased Lao Dao at this moment was extremely complicated.
I thought that after following this unreliable master for so many years, I had already learned his basics.
Who knew he was hiding such a big secret?
He had touched this broken sword before. The whole body of the sword was dark and gloomy, with only the two ancient characters "Ling Jie" engraved on the sword grid.
When asked about its origin, Lao Tao simply told him that it was made of gloomy wood and was very valuable even if it was broken. Feiyan did not ask him in detail because this answer was very consistent with Lao Dao's character.
Who knew this thing could light up and vibrate on its own?
At the same time, Cheng Yu, who was flying high in the sky, finally saw that there seemed to be a person in the white silk wadding opposite, with a soul fire on his head.
What on earth is this?
Among the three spirits in his body, the lively one on the left is almost unable to hold himself back.
If it weren't for the control of Cheng Yu's thoughts, I'm afraid it would have rushed out of the body and rushed towards the white evil thing.
It felt like a three-year-old naughty boy seeing a novel toy.
"Hahahaha...my son..."
The white evil thing let out a weird laugh again and accelerated towards Cheng Yu.
Who is your son?
Seeing the white evil thing on the opposite side getting closer and closer, as if it was about to rush into Zhuangzi, Cheng Yu simply let go of his mind and released the lively spirit on the left.
"Whoosh!"
An inconspicuous cyclone shot out of the night sky quickly, and was instantly elongated into a spindle shape by the air.
The white evil thing on the opposite side suddenly stagnated, stopped for an instant, and then rolled away to the other side with a scream.
It's a pity that Qi Ling's flying speed is several times that of it, and it catches up to it in a few breaths, penetrating into the white silk like a steel needle.
Once the spirit spirit got into the silk wadding, it stirred back and forth inside, causing bursts of wailing inside.
Suddenly, a white humanoid object emerged from the white silk wadding and ran quickly on the snow, several times faster than before.
However, Cheng Yu's spirit was entangled layer by layer with the shrinking white silk wadding, and in the end it was entangled like a silkworm cocoon.
At this time, Jia Fei had already rushed to Cheng Yu's feet and said to Cheng Yu:
"The one inside is the woman who smashed the head of the village to death, and she is not dead yet. She should be the Xue Gu mentioned by the dead soul just now."
Hearing this, Cheng Yu turned around and glanced at Jia Fei, who nodded at him.
Is that the woman?
There is still a white soul fire on the top of the head. It is not a resentful ghost. Could it be that he has become a demon?
Seeing that the spirit that Cheng Yu had just released was entangled in a cocoon of white silk, and this spirit was just a fledgling, it only knew how to run rampant inside, but could not escape.
Cheng Yu was about to use the water technique immediately, but Jia Fei on the side said, "I'll give it a try" and took out two cyan flying needles from the treasure bag hanging around his neck.
Two clear shadows flashed, and in an instant they pierced the eyes of the evil woman opposite, then passed out from the back of her head, drew an arc back to Jia Fei, and suspended in the air on both sides of her.
When Jia Fei saw that the blow was about to hit, he had a look of pride on his face. He was just about to moan softly, but he saw the woman opposite just screamed in pain, and what came out of his eyes was not blood, but clusters of white snow.<
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However, its traveling speed did not slow down at all. After making a large circle, it circled back to the other side of Zhuangzi and ran towards the village again.
"Humph!"
Standing on the roof, Jia Fei suddenly felt his face dull. He used his demon power and poured it into the two flying needles one after another. This time he must make the evil thing disappear.
At this moment, the old Taoist was running quickly in the wind and snow, and the broken ebony sword in his hand also glowed with dark green light.
He paused for a moment to take a few breaths, then raised the broken sword and pestle again to determine the direction in all directions.
Suddenly, the door of a thatched house next to him opened, and a woman walked out of it, shouting "Little Tudu", with a pair of thick new winter shoes at her feet.
The woman pushed open the wood door and saw an old Taoist standing outside her courtyard, tinkering with a broken sword in his hand.
But out of the corner of his eye, Huo Yazi suddenly noticed that there was a white thing approaching him quickly on the other side.
He turned around sharply and saw that the person who came was a pale man with white snowflakes coming out of his eye frames. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, but he rushed to him in an instant.
"Well..."
A cold air forced him to stop breathing, and the hands holding the sword were numb from the cold.
He didn't have time to make any unnecessary moves, and just when he placed the broken sword in front of him, the pale man stretched out his right hand, with three-foot-long nails sprouting from the tops of his five fingers, and grabbed at the old Taoist's face. p>
The old Taoist grinned and groaned in his heart.
This damn golden finger!
I'm really going to be killed by you this time.
The old man accepted his fate and made a symbolic thrusting motion with his sword.
"Whoops!"
There was a slight sound of wind, and the old man squinted his eyes, but did not see a small black shadow flashing past his eyes.
Then an unprecedented scream exploded in front of him.
The snowflakes on the old Taoist's beard were blown away by the sound.
Feiyan and the other dealers who were chasing after him put their heads in their hands and covered their ears.
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After the scream disappeared, everyone froze in place.
I saw the old Taoist standing in the middle of the road with his eyes closed, his front legs arched, his hind legs kicking, his upper body leaning back tactically, his hands holding a broken sword tightly, and pressing it against the chest of a pale woman.
Quiet...
The snow stopped.
The wind has stopped blowing.
Only the torches in the hands of the farmers are still burning and making a "whirring" sound.
"Plop!"
The pale woman fell to the ground.
Everyone carefully walked closer and saw clearly that she was actually covered with a layer of hoarfrost, which was melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the skin under the hoarfrost was a dazzling blood red.
The little lumpy corpse in the distance fell completely to the ground, its two bare legs pulled out from the ground, and the ground that was originally as hard as iron melted into a puddle of mud.
"The old god is mighty!"
"The old god shows off his power!"
"The old god's magic power is boundless!"
The bankers held torches and surrounded the old god and shouted.
No one noticed that the originally goose-like heavy snow suddenly stopped.
Cheng Yu and Jia Fei stood on the roof, both letting out a sigh of relief.
Just now, Cheng Yu saw that Jia Fei's flying needles were of no use against Xue Gu, and his first Qi spirit was entangled in white silk. He suddenly remembered that he still had a Wu Jun token in his arms.
He hurriedly used his mind to draw out a stream of Yin Qi from the token, attaching it to the two remaining Qi spirits in his body.
The sleepy Qi Sensor in the middle sensed the Yin Qi and didn't react much. He just grunted and continued to doze off, but the Yin Qi was automatically separated by it and flowed back into the token.
The elegant and elegant spirit on the right suddenly became excited. Cheng Yu took advantage of the situation and made it escape from the body. The elegant and elegant spirit escaped from the body with joy and quickly rushed towards Xue Gu.
A black cyclone penetrated into Xue Gu's left temple as accurately as a bullet, turned around in her head, and emerged vertically from the top of her skull.
After happily drawing an arc invisible to the naked eye in the air, he returned to Cheng Yu with satisfaction and burped with unfinished content.
Almost at the same time, the white silk cocoon wrapped around the first spirit also collapsed.
The spirit spirit inside returned in dismay, and Wenxiu's spirit spirit, who had returned earlier, sneered slightly at him.
Cheng Yuyun's spiritual consciousness secretly observed that fortunately this dynamic spirit was not damaged, but his mood seemed a little low.
On the other hand, the Wenxiu spirit on the right who won the first battle is not only stronger now, but also has a small crystal snowflake condensed inside, exuding a deep chill.
