Kong Sang’s sharp words almost pierced the hearts of others.

Except for Zhao Yuecheng, the other members of the ten Yin tribes also looked at each other in confusion.

They all felt a little strange. Why had Kong Sang's speaking style become... so vicious after not seeing each other for a while?

The junior disciple who was disguised as the farmer immediately stepped forward with a gloomy face:

"Being a watchman and summoning souls are indeed your abilities."

"But don't rely on yourself to summon and requiem souls, and be so arrogant!"

"The dead are great!"

"My senior brother's body is still cold. It's too presumptuous for you to speak like this!"

Kong Sang took the opportunity to glance at the farmer.

This is the effect he wants.

From the farmer's perspective, I may already know something. If I observe him at an inappropriate time, it will give the farmer a feeling that his identity is exposed.

Then when we take action later, the expected advantage will no longer exist.

However, in order to maintain the "personality" of the person he pretends to be, the farmer must stand up to defend his so-called "senior brother" when provoked by words.

At this time, as the interlocutor, you can look at the farmer openly.

Kong Sang quickly swept the opponent from his head to his feet.

I have to say that the farmer’s disguise is indeed amazing. From beginning to end, there is no flaw in it!

It seemed that the only option was to take action.

Kong Sang thought to himself.

Immediately, Kong Sang took out the sacrificial props from the Hutian bracelet.

Brazier, paper money, incense candles, etc.

"clang!"

The soul-crushing sound suddenly sounded.

The Baiyun audience, which were originally filled with angry faces, could only suppress their inner anger.

Kong Sang sat in front of the coffin, his eyes slightly closed and his face expressionless.

Then, three soul-crushing sounds were given.

"Summon!"

"Summon!"

"Summon!"

Three calls came, and a dark wind rose from all directions.

The paper money in front of me began to burn, bursting into green flames.

The flame on the candle is extinguished instantly.

As the cold wind blew, the entire hall was filled with paper money and ashes, like black snowflakes!

Immediately following:

"Ta...ta...ta..."

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall.

All the Taoist priests present looked at the changes in the hall with surprise.

suddenly:

"Boom!"

The Master of Baiyun Temple in the coffin actually stood up.

"!!!"

This scene immediately frightened everyone.

"Observe...Senior Brother Guanzhu!"

Someone asked about it based on common sense.

However, he saw that the Master of Baiyun Temple suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with blood and tears.

Kong Sang immediately asked:

"The ninety-ninth generation of watchmen from Kyushu pays homage to the Lord of Baiyun Temple."

"Master, this is a matter of dragon vein. Please testify, master, who killed you?"

After the words fell, the surroundings fell silent for an instant!

At this time, everyone was watching nervously.

But he saw the master of Baiyun Temple raising his arm little by little.

Then:

"Whoosh!"

That finger pointed at the Taoist priest who stood up just now and suspected that Kong Sang and Gong Xin were colluding to confess.

At the same time, his beard trembled slightly, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth:

"Junior brother..."

"You...you...why...kill me..."

In an instant, Liang Sen raised his hand: "Catch him!"

The high-level masters around also couldn’t believe it:

"Brother, why are you..."

"Wait, it's not me!"

"It's not you or anyone else, that's senior brother's voice, it's unmistakable!"

"Why are you talking so much? Let's capture him first and see who he is!"

Under the deliberate guidance of the farmer's disguised disciple, several Taoist priests present, including people from the Weird Investigation Bureau, also rushed toward each other.

Suddenly, a melee broke out!

The slandered Taoist priest looked at Kong Sang with anger in his eyes.

"You monster!"

"It must be you!"

Immediately, the mage rushed over with a mahogany sword!

Kong Sang and others looked at each other and retreated to the sealed courtyard.

The other disciples of Baiyun Temple also gathered around at this time.

For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Now!"

Kong Sang immediately rushed into the battle, and the Yellow Spring Water and the Ming Spring Water came out from the intersection!

In an instant, some young Taoist priests were invisibly pushed aside.

At the same time, the soul-suppressing hammer hit the Taoist priest who was slandered.

When the farmer saw this, a cold look flashed across his eyebrows. The peach wood sword in his hand suddenly turned and stabbed at the vital part of Kong Sang's back!

Kong Sang smiled coldly and did not dodge.

Instant time:

"Hiss!"

The peach wood sword pierced Kong Sang's body.

And this scene also brought calm to the chaotic battle situation.

"Senior brother, you..."

"What are you..."

The farmer laughed heartily, his skin began to crack rapidly, and the straw fell down one by one.

With a suddenly different appearance and a completely unfamiliar temperament, everyone present still didn't understand.

"It's you!"

"You are the one who killed Brother Guanzhu!"

The farmer showed a hint of pride:

"Watcher? Haha..."

"Nothing more than that!"

As he said this, a huge scarecrow appeared behind the farmer.

Bloody saliva flowed from the scarecrow's mouth, his hands turned into sickles, and his three-meter-tall body let out a ghostly laugh.

Sudden:

"Wow!"

Behind the farmer, the spring water suddenly appeared under the scarecrow.

The Fengquan water directly stretched out several tentacles and grabbed the scarecrow's throat.

"Ahhhhhh!"
To be continued...