All the talismans carved in the small black bowl light up.
Deng Ming held the small bowl and with one move, all the bats in the crowd were sucked into the small bowl.
"puff!"
Lin Chen, who was still sitting in the car, spit out a mouthful of blood and his face turned white.
He couldn't bear to see the spies of the Holy Cult suffer heavy casualties, and he didn't want to see Xiang Zhu and Lin Xiaofeng taken away by the Demon Catching Bureau, so he came to help, but he didn't expect that there were experts from the Demon Catching Bureau among the crowd.
Although the bat was taken away.
But spies from the Holy Cult have also rushed into the crowd.
They rushed in, holding daggers in their hands, or started killing people directly using sorcery.
But the soldiers are not vegetarians. They are very skilled, let alone have guns in their hands?
The two sides were fighting fiercely, and blood was constantly flowing on the ground.
The scene was extremely chaotic.
The soldiers who began to guard Lin Xiaofeng and the others naturally fell into chaos.
These handcuffs could not trap Lin Xiaofeng. He used the unlocking charm to unlock the handcuffs and snatched back the two knives that had been taken away from the soldier on the side.
The soldier hurriedly wanted to capture Lin Xiaofeng.
"How presumptuous! I am Lin Xiaofeng from the Demon Catching Bureau, with the rank of colonel. Do you want to try it?" Lin Xiaofeng glared at the soldier fiercely.
The soldiers obviously knew who they were trying to rescue, and they didn't dare to do anything indiscriminately.
Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly walked towards the two soldiers carrying Xiang Zhu: "Leave it to me."
The two soldiers looked at each other and raised their firearms in unison: "I'm sorry, she can't be given to anyone!"
The demon knife in Lin Xiaofeng's hand slashed.
The two guns suddenly became two pieces.
Lin Xiaofeng kicked the two soldiers away, held Xiang Zhu in his arms, and tried to run towards the car.
At this time, Xibeining also stopped in front of him: "Lin Xiaofeng, you want to take away the hostage I worked so hard to capture? Do you have to ask me first?"
"Where are the other two?" Lin Xiaofeng looked around and asked.
"It's enough for me to stop you." Xibeining said confidently.
The other two people from the Demon Catching Bureau naturally went to deal with the spies of the Holy Cult.
It would be better if we just shoot and kill the spies of the Holy Cult from the beginning.
But at this time, these spies rushed into the crowd, and I am afraid that the soldiers and police will suffer the consequences.
After all, these spies are skilled in sorcery, and when it comes to close combat, these soldiers and policemen will be at a huge disadvantage.
The two sides were fighting, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Most of the attention of these soldiers and spies is no longer on Xiang Zhu.
It's more about how to save your life, or how to kill your enemy.
This group of people are a little jealous.
Under the protection of more than a dozen spies, Zha Rude rushed to Lin Xiaofeng's side. He glanced at Xibeining and said, "Young Master, let's kill this guy together and then retreat."
"Take Xiang Zhu away." Lin Xiaofeng handed Xiang Zhu into Zha Rude's hands: "I'll stay."
Beinining has a black talisman in his hand.
This kind of thing that is so rare that it is almost extinct is not just a fake, it is really scary.
"This." Zha Rude glanced at Xiang Zhu, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's retreat first!"
After saying that, he took Xiang Zhu and left.
"Can you leave?" Beinining naturally would not let Xiang Zhu be hidden by the Holy Cult again.
He held the black talisman and chanted a complicated spell.
As soon as he finished reciting, he threw the black talisman into the air.
The black symbol gradually turned completely yellow in mid-air.
This talisman turned into a little man as big as a fist.
This man was sitting cross-legged in mid-air. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties, wearing a solemn blue robe and holding a fly whisk in his hand.
Lin Xiaofeng took a look and saw that this turned out to be the golden statue of Taishang Laojun, the moral deity of Taiqing among the Three Pure Ones.
The golden statue emitted a dazzling golden light, and this light shone on Lin Xiaofeng.
Lin Xiaofeng felt a sharp pain all over his body.
He fell to the ground with a thud, the severe pain causing sweat all over his body.
Not just him, but everyone who had learned sorcery looked like this at this time, falling to the ground in extreme pain, screaming with their heads shot.
Perhaps because of the monster, Lin Chen was even worse. His whole body was shaking violently and twitching constantly, as if he would die if he followed him.
Naturally, it was not easy for Xibeining to activate such a powerful talisman. He reminded loudly: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and arrest them!"
The soldiers and policemen hurriedly caught the Holy Cult spies on the ground and tied them all up.
Xibeining came to Lin Xiaofeng and looked at Lin Xiaofeng who was in pain: "It's a pity. You have learned ghost arts. Any evil spirit, evil spirit, and yin energy will become bone-corrosive poison when it encounters golden light. And your ghost arts are
The same is true for strength."
On the other side, at Master Hong's house, he was drinking tea.
Suddenly, someone came to visit me again.
Mr. Hong opened the door and when he saw the person, he turned out to be Uncle He.
Uncle He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, with his hands behind his back: "Master Hong, long time no see."
"I didn't expect that Uncle He could visit me in person. It's really an honor." Mr. Hong frowned slightly and reached out to the back room: "Please come in."
Uncle He walked into the room and sat on the sofa: "Master Hong has become more and more energetic after so many years."
Mr. Hong waved his hand: "We are all of this age, Lao Huang, make some tea for Uncle He."
An ordinary person, Mr. Hong would not be so polite.
Although Uncle He seemed to be a servant, he had great power in the Holy Religion.
The yellow corpse ghost quickly made tea and handed it to Uncle He.
Uncle He shook his head: "I have something to ask for. If Mr. Hong doesn't agree, I won't be able to drink this tea."
"We have been in a relationship for many years, why are we so polite? Let's drink tea first and then we can talk slowly," Mr. Hong said.
Uncle He stood up and knelt down to Lord Hong.
Mr. Hong hurriedly supported him: "Uncle He, what are you doing? You can't do this."
"Now that my master's life and death are uncertain, I would like to ask Master Hong to help me save my young lady," said Uncle He.
Master Hong helped Uncle He up: "Didn't you people from the Holy Cult already get the news about Xiang Zhu first? Is it possible that we could still miss it?"
Uncle He said: "The Monster Catching Bureau has also taken action. Mr. Hong, I already know the situation there in Dongguan. Can you not be clear about it?"
Of course Uncle He was also in Dongguan, but he never showed up.
I originally thought that Xiang Zhu could finally be saved this time, but the situation was suddenly reversed by a black talisman from Beinining.
He did not rush to rescue the people with his men. At this time, Xiang Zhu and Lin Xiaofeng had been arrested. Even if he led the men there, it would be in vain.
Uncle He knew in his heart that the only one who could rescue Xiang Zhu in Dongguan now was Mr. Hong.
Mr. Hong frowned: "Uncle He, for so many years, I have wanted to wait for death quietly. This is not a lie. At the very least, the Demon Catching Bureau cannot even deal with such a huge holy sect like yours. If I rescue Xiang Zhu
, why don’t you just offend the Monster Catching Bureau to death?”