I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest

Chapter 78 The Great War
"No. Ah. Mmm. Mmm."

"what is this."

"How is it better than mine?"

"you"

"Grandpa. Ah!"

There was a scream from inside the room, which then turned into a moan of pain. It sounded like his mouth was covered.

Wang Yuting looked calm, ignored his grandson, but looked at Bai Shoucai: "Tell me about your experience in the ghost world. I think something is wrong with this butterfly."

Bai Shoucai was supported by two people, and six corpses stood around, seemingly protecting him.

"What is there to say? Isn't it just like that? I found the ghost general and asked him to find Die'er, but this time there were some accidents. The ghosts in the whole city were commotion. Die'er was killed by an ugly ghost because of her human smell. Oil pan." He glanced at the refining corpses around him, and said calmly.

Wang Yuting stood up, he was actually a full head taller than Bai Shoucai, he walked slowly to Bai Shoucai, looked down at him and said, "I think you are lying to me."

"Only you know where the robbery sword is, how dare I lie to you."

Bai Shoucai raised his head and squeezed out a word between his teeth.

Wang Yuting nodded: "It's good that you know, without Jiejian, your lineage will never be a normal person in this life."

He turned to leave, at this moment, Gu Yao and the three of them moved.

The host shouted loudly, and shouted in his mouth: "Ugly man, die."

When Bai Shou heard the sound, he immediately lay down on the ground and crawled away like a gecko. The surrounding warriors also supported Master Hou and his son to retreat.

But the host took a step in the air and stepped on the back of Wang Yuting's head, but he stepped in the air and stepped on several gaps on the ground. When he turned around, he saw Wang Yuting lying on the ground like a zombie, hiding here. After one kick, he stood up straight again: "Taoist?"

Yan Yiyuan and Gu Yao also shot together, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword, the aura of the sword pervaded the six corpses, making a clear and crisp sound.

The cloth clothes on the six refining corpses were torn apart, exposing the iron armor inside. The blow just now by the two of them only left a few shallow marks.

Wang Yuting looked at the host: "I think you are familiar, but I have never met you."

The host didn't answer, let out a thunderous lion's roar, made a seal with both hands, and pressed down with one seal.

Wang Yuting waved his robe, threw nine daggers from his sleeves, and flew towards the host. After receiving the host's seal with his palm, the corpse refiner rushed over, holding a pitch-black poisonous staff, combined with nine daggers, and held her back. .

And Wang Yuting turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Yan Yiyuan and Gu Yao who were wrestling with the six refined corpses.

Yan Yiyuan's white robe flew around, holding two knives, attacking and defending freely, opening and closing, one person pressing down on four refining corpses, but only leaving small wounds each time, unable to directly destroy the refining corpse's body.

Gu Yao has a silver sword in one hand, a bead in the other hand, the thunder is flowing, and he carries the red lotus karmic fire. Every time he hits the corpse, he shoots a lot of black energy.

"This sword is Jiejian? Impossible, Jiejian was sealed in Xingluo Lake by me, how could it be here?"

Wang Yuting stared at the sword in Gu Yao's hand, and when Gu Yao's sword finally cut through the chest of a refining corpse, he stepped out and appeared in front of Gu Yao in an instant. Yao heart mouth.

There was a click.

The dragon claw was blocked by the Golden Light Curse, but it also left five fingerprints. Gu Yao broke out in a cold sweat, and a five-element fire palm hit his face, and a yellow talisman flew out of his sleeve: "Disease!"

The wind gathers, the body is light, volleys on the wind, and the Jiejian is turned around and stabs at Wang Yuting's chest.

Seeing Gu Yao being attacked, Yan Yiyuan suddenly exerted force, kicked away a refining corpse, threw the scimitar with his left hand, and slashed towards Wang Yuting's neck.

"Moving Wuji!"

Wang Yuting only saw the stabbing silver sword in his eyes, he squeezed a trick, a violent qi gushed out and wrapped his body, and stretched out his dragon-claw-like hand to grab Jiejian.

Both the red lotus fire and the scimitar were blocked by qi. He grabbed the robbery sword with one hand and thrust it into Gu Yao's chest with the other. At the same time, another corpse behind him opened his arms and hugged him.

Gu Yao uttered a roar, sideways to avoid Wang Yuting's blow, and sacrificed Liuzhu, twelve Liuzhu burst into lightning, four flew to the refining corpse carried behind him, and eight flew to four of Yan Yiyuan's side.

The thunder map on the flow bead was activated, and although the lightning carried by it could not destroy these corpses, it also caused pain to the corpses, with bursts of black air coming out of the eyes, mouth and nose, which was temporarily uncontrollable.

Yan Yiyuan seized the opportunity and held the knife in both hands: "The first knife in Kunlun from the south!"

With a roar of anger, a green dragon emerged from the knife, and Wang Yuting's body-protecting qi was chopped off!
Surprised expression appeared on Wang Yuting's face, and he turned sideways and reached for the blade with one hand.

The hand he stretched out melted in the air, turning into a baby's head, and he opened his mouth to bite the knife.

The saber energy was boiling, half of his clothes were destroyed, revealing a strong body, not like an old man at all, just like a boy.

It's just that there are seven baby faces and five pictures of evil ghosts sewn on his body.

Holding a saber in one hand and a sword in the other, Wang Yuting praised with a smile, "Interesting, interesting, mere practice of transforming energy into spirit, and yet one can make such a saber."

But Yan Yiyuan's face was distorted: "Seven evil spirits and five ghosts ascend to immortality, you bastard!"

Gu Yao watched the seven baby faces on his body open his eyes, showing a happy smile, protruding from Wang Yuting's body like a meat snake, throwing away the sword directly, shaking his body, and taking off his Taoist robe: "Yan Yiyuan, step back."

With one palm, the Taoist robe flew up, and a thousand yellow talismans flew out neatly from the Taoist robe, and the two blue talismans in the middle were shining brightly.

"Yuqing began to be clear, the true talisman told the alliance, and the thunder made thunder, sick!"

Twelve flow beads also flew back from the refined corpse, lingering in his palm: "Five Thunder Palm!"

In the silence of destruction, lightning emerged!
The dazzling silver light shot straight into the sky, and several thousands of thunderbolts swirled and spread like giant swords, and everything on the top of the mountain was swallowed by the thunderbolts.

Gu Yao's Golden Light Curse was activated with all his strength, he closed his eyes and followed his memory, and rushed to Yan Yiyuan's side, blocking him behind him.

Even if you close your eyes, you can still feel the glare of the silver light.

After the silver light disappeared, he opened his eyes, looked around carefully and heaved a sigh of relief.

The top of the mountain has become ruins, and the originally gloomy trees have turned into fly ash.

Wang Yuting disappeared. Where he was standing, there was a deep pit several zhang. Jie Jian and Yan Yiyuan's knives were stuck in the ground.

"It's solved." Gu Yao stretched out his hand, Jiejian flew back, and he looked at the host.

The host turned into a little golden man, sitting there with folded hands, seemingly unharmed. In front of her, the corpse of the corpse refiner was divided into two parts, turning into charred charcoal.

Just as Gu Yao was about to say something more, Yan Yiyuan suddenly grabbed him and pulled him hard.

A gap suddenly exploded on the ground, and a pitch-black evil ghost with fangs and a big mouth jumped out, biting Gu Yao's arm, but fortunately, Yan Yiyuan pulled him away.

He held two sabers, cut the evil ghost into two groups with one knife, and said with a gloomy face: "The method that old clapper learned is called the seven evil spirits and five ghosts ascending to the immortal art, the seven evil spirits kill the body, the five ghosts protect the life, and the four pillars cultivate the character. He treats it as the most vicious ghost, or the weakest vicious god."

"You have to break the seven evil spirits first, and then get rid of the five ghosts before you can kill him. Your talisman just now is amazing, but at most it only eliminated part of the evil spirit."

Yan Yiyuan is very familiar with this spell.

A big hole was opened in the ground again, and Wang Yuting got out of the soil, holding his grandson in his hand.

"What a young hero. When I was your age, I couldn't compare to you."

His voice was rough and piercing, his skin was red all over, and seven baby faces emerged from his body, like tentacles.

Behind him, five headless ghosts and gods loomed.

"Difficult to deal with." Yan Yiyuan raised his sword and wanted to attack.

Gu Yao also raised his sword, ready to fight again.

At this moment, the host's body flashed with golden light, and he walked slowly: "I didn't intend to fight my life, after all, I only have such a few remnants, and I wanted to reincarnate, but I didn't expect to almost kill you."

"That's all."

She walked up to the two of them, stretched out her arms and stopped them behind her: "Poor nun, silence the dharma name."

Lin Fengxue's body softened and he lay down on the ground.

"Boy Gu, you're good-looking, and you've got a lot of tricks, so your life will not be short. Remember to burn some paper money for me in the future."

A black-haired nun in shabby sackcloth was covered with golden light, standing in front of Wang Yuting somewhat illusoryly: "Ugly man, do you still remember me?"

"Is it you? Die Er is also your ghost? What are you going to do?"

Wang Yuting was surprised, even a little scared, and threw the person in his hand behind him, clenching his fist and waiting.

Jing Yin bowed her head and muttered: "Master always said that I am too happy, let me control myself."

"But now, my old lady! Stop holding back!"

She raised her head suddenly, her eyes were golden like swords, and she let out a lion's roar: "Roar!"

A ball of white flames rose, and the original black-haired nun instantly turned into a three-foot-three thousand-armed Bodhisattva: "You dog thief, don't save your family's ancestors, my mother calls you mother!"

Thousands of arms are like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, smashing everything in front of them into powder!
The Bodhisattva glared, King Ming nodded!
(End of this chapter)