In the past, Taoist priests hunted ghosts, but today, Taoist priests perform Taoist rituals for little ghosts to see. This reversal of reality is extremely ironic.
Xiao Yu suppressed the excitement in his heart and didn't want to show it, lest Master Wuji see the flaw.
However, just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean he doesn't know that Taoists who are also from the Yang world will feel mixed emotions in their hearts when they see someone from their own sect performing juggling for hell creatures.
"Master Xiao, do you think any of these people are from the same sect that you know?"
Mr. Wuji turned back to look at Xiao Yu and said with a smile, his face full of mockery.
At this time, Xiao Yu and the others have been isolated from the bottom below, and no one can hear what they say or do.
"The Taoist sects in the world are from the same family, and we are both disciples of the Taoist ancestors. Of course I know them.
Why, Mr. Wuji asked me this, are you trying to hand them over to me?"
Xiao Yu flicked his sleeves, looked back at Wu Xuan, and signaled the other party not to act rashly, then he sat down on the soft fur seat and continued:
"Since I can meet a Taoist disciple today, it seems that there is still some cause and effect between us.
Mr. Wuji, why don't you give me some face and hand over these Taoist disciples to me and let me take them back, so that they will never step into the hell realm again, what do you think?"
Xiao Yu just said it casually, because he understood that Dao ghost is not a small soul that can be compared.
Moreover, I only have a one-time relationship with Mr. Wuji, so why should the other party give me this face?
And why should the other party give him this face? What good will it do to him?
"Haha, Mr. Xiao is indeed a sweet-tempered person. I remember that you Chinese people attach great importance to friendship and face-saving.
However, this method is of no use to me. I have said before that if you want to survive, then hand over the trapped city and the five surrounding cities, and I will let you go.
Moreover, I can also hand over these Dao ghosts to you, but if you don’t want to hand over the city and still want to leave me, that is undoubtedly an idiot’s dream.”
Mr. Wuji turned around, his face that originally had a light smile slowly turned gloomy.
"Why, Mr. Wuji doesn't want me to watch these Taoist performances anymore. In that case, I'll leave."
Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he saw Mr. Wuji's suddenly gloomy face. He immediately gave him his hand and was about to turn around and leave.
"Haha, I was kidding you. Don't be angry, real person. Come on, let's keep drinking."
Seeing Xiao Yu turning around to leave, Mr. Wuji's gloomy face once again put on a smile.
At this moment, Xiao Yu felt a little bit of the other party's temper. He dared to speak and act, and was ruthless. This was the characteristic of Mr. Wuji.
Such a person, even if it is the best relative or friend, will immediately turn against him as long as his interests are involved.
"Young Master Wuji has a high and powerful position. Your sudden surprise really scares me."
Xiao Yu looked back at the other person, and then involuntarily looked towards the hall below.
The Taoists and monks leaned together and started their own performances, but most of them still dueled with some hellish creatures.
"You seem to be very interested in those Taoist monks?"
Seeing Xiao Yu looking at the Taoist ghosts below without blinking, Mr. Wuji also took two steps forward and looked down to the left.
“Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season!
Seeing my classmates in this strange place will inevitably make me sad, which makes the young master laugh."
Xiao Yu laughed to himself, then slapped his forehead, as if he suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, I have a treasure here. Mr. Wuji is very knowledgeable, so I'm afraid you haven't seen it yet."
Xiao Yu turned around and glanced at Wu Xuan, then casually touched his neck with his hand.
"Oh, there are also treasures I haven't seen before. Since Master Xiao has them, I might as well take them out and have a look."
When Master Wuji heard what Xiao Yu said, he couldn't help but become interested. He raised his head and looked in Xiao Yu's direction.
But Xiao Yu took out a snow-white guqin with his backhand.
The guqin seems to be made of ice, with flying dragons and phoenixes on it, lifelike, with various runes mixed together, full of the atmosphere of the great road.
And those strings looked like transparent objects, as if they were refined from the meridians of a monster.
As soon as Guqin appeared, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped, and even the wine glasses Xiao Yu and the others drank from slowly formed a layer of frost.
"Master Wuji, what do you think of this guqin?"
Xiao Yu pointed at the guqin in his hand, then put his hand on it and stroked it gently.
It looked like he was caressing a young woman, for fear that the other person's skin would be scratched if he used too much force.
Wu Xuan and the white-robed guard seemed to be attracted as well, and gathered around here.
Seeing the guqin in Xiao Yu's hand, Mr. Wuji's eyes lit up and he reached out to grab the guqin.
Right now, Xiao Yu's slender fingers gently hooked the strings and pulled slightly, only to hear a buzzing sound and an invisible wave flying forward.
Mr. Wuji would never have thought in his wildest dreams that Xiao Yu would take action now, and in the Underworld Tower.
So as soon as Mr. Wuji's hand touched the guqin, he was directly hit by a wave of waves on the strings, and his body was directly thrown five or six meters away.
At the same time that Xiao Yu took action, Wu Xuan also reached out to grab the white-robed ghost king.
The white-robed ghost king, who was a bodyguard, reacted at the same time Xiao Yu pulled the strings.
However, the gap between him and Wu Xuan's realm still left him with nothing but abilities, but he was unable to display them.
As soon as the white-robed ghost king's body moved, he stopped there, and then Wu Xuan's hand grabbed his neck.
Watching Mr. Wuji, after being hit by Xiao Yu's sudden pull of the strings, he turned into an ice sculpture in an instant.
However, the ice sculpture only had a thin layer, and it was completely shattered by Mr. Wuji's constant struggle, and then he wanted to escape quickly.
But he is only the primary level of Ghost King, and there is still a big gap between him and Xiao Yu.
So when he just set out, five or six colorful talismans flew out from all directions and intercepted him directly.
Immediately afterwards, a black and white Tai Chi flew out from Xiao Yu's body, like a huge curtain, directly covering Mr. Wuji's dragon.
Being enveloped by the black and white Tai Chi, Mr. Wuji felt that his whole body could not move. He wanted to speak but could not make a sound, so he couldn't help but keep struggling.
Looking at the white-robed guard again, he didn't dare to move now that Wu Xuan was holding him in his hand, for fear that Wu Xuan would break his neck with a gentle squeeze.
Xiao Yu threw out two soul-fixing charms with his backhand and stuck them on the white-robed ghost king. Then he waved his hand, and the black and white light flew out of his hand again, turning into a Tai Chi shape and floating above the white-robed ghost king's head.
On the black and white Tai Chi, an aura of the Great Dao kept pouring out from the Tai Chi, wrapping the two ghost kings in it, making them fearful.
At this moment, as long as Xiao Yu's heart moves, the brilliance on the black and white Tai Chi will intensify. At that time, even if the two of them are ghost kings, their souls will fly away under that brilliance.
"Master Wuji, since I dare to go to the trapped city alone to seize the city, you should know my methods. Do you regret threatening me?
I don't want to cause trouble, but if you want to cause trouble for me, then I have to tell you that I am not someone to be bullied.
If you piss me off, I don't care what Mr. Wuji you are, I will still turn you into a will-o'-the-wisp and be refined by my little devil."
Xiao Yu put his hands behind his back and looked at the other person with a smile. Then with a slight hook of his fingers, Mr. Wuji's body floated towards Xiao Yu as if it was out of his control.
Young Master Wuji was controlled by Xiao Yu at this time, but he was not afraid at all because he believed that the other party did not dare to kill him.
