Xiao Chen sneered and looked at Master Wuxiang. At this moment, Master Wuxiang was completely different from what he was during the day.

His whole body was filled with a sinister aura, and his entire face was filled with a frightening evil aura.

Even the little Taoist priest who had received Xiao Chen during the day had a fierce look on his face at this moment, and his eyes revealed a thousand layers of murderous intent.

"It's ridiculous! You have suppressed my wife's soul, and you still don't allow me to ask for it?"

Xiao Chen put his hands behind his back and said with a sneer.

Although Master Wuxiang and these little Taoist priests are all Taoist monks, and their cultivation levels are above the third level of foundation building, they are still far behind Xiao Chen.

"Your wife?" Master Wuxiang couldn't help but frowned.

The little Taoist priest who had received Xiao Chen during the day hurriedly came forward and whispered a few words to Master Wuxiang.

"Oh, it turns out to be you."

Master Wuxiang narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Chen.

Just from what Xiao Chen said just now, Master Wuxiang can conclude that Xiao Chen is by no means an ordinary person, but a Taoist monk like him.

However, Xiao Chen could see through his cultivation level at a glance, but Master Wuxiang stared at Xiao Chen for a long time, but could not figure out what level Xiao Chen was.

"Hand over the soul-hiding straw man and spare your life. Otherwise, no wronged soul will be left behind under my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient bronze sword appeared in Xiao Chen's palm.

"My friend, I think we should be of the same mind. In this case, please don't hurt your friendship and please come in."

Master Wuxiang can't figure out Xiao Chen's cultivation, how can he dare to take action easily?

We can only stabilize Xiao Chen first, and at the same time send people to invite the masters in the sect to come over, and then put Xiao Chen to death.

Xiao Chen glanced at the meditation room pointed by Master Wuxiang, then walked in with one hand on his back.

Seeing that Xiao Chen had fallen into the trap, Master Wuxiang hurriedly winked at the Taoist priest beside him.

The little Taoist priest immediately understood and ran towards the outside of the Taoist temple.

When Master Wuxiang saw the little Taoist priest running away, he stepped into the meditation room. He first ordered someone to prepare fragrant tea, and then he refused to kiss or pretend to be close, and said: "My fellow Taoist, everything is just a misunderstanding."

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"The reason why I want to keep my lady's soul in the temple is to heal her, not to harm her."

Xiao Chen took a sip of tea, flicked his sleeves and said, "We are all water ghosts. Whoever crosses the river should not use a dog to plow them, right? Hand over all the souls you have collected, and I will spare your life."

"Otherwise, I don't need to say more about the consequences."

When Master Wuxiang heard this, the smile on his face suddenly faded, and he looked at Xiao Chen with a cold gaze: "Fellow Taoist, I think you seem to have a misunderstanding about my witchcraft and ghost sect?"

"Are you really a poor person who doesn't know who you are?"

"I have to admit that killing Duan Jiuxiao at such a young age is indeed extraordinary, but killing a martial artist like Fan Fan proves nothing."

"My Witch Ghost Sect has always kept aloof from the world. I just don't want to make enemies with fellow Taoists. It's not that I'm afraid of you."

A good one who has nothing to do with the world.

Xiao Chen sneered and said, "According to Master Wuxiang's statement, we don't have to talk, right?"

Master Wuxiang glanced at the ancient bronze sword in Xiao Chen's hand, and said with a gloomy expression: "Of course we have to talk. If you trespass on my meditation, you must leave something behind."

"Otherwise, as a witch and ghost, how can I still gain a foothold in the Taoist sect in the future?"

"If it had been anyone else, I would have left behind my soul even if I didn't have my hands and feet. However, because I was young and ignorant, I left this sword behind, so I can pretend that nothing happened."

Xiao Chen laughed angrily at Master Wuxiang's words. He put down the tea cup in his hand, glanced outside the meditation room and said, "Have the reinforcements arrived? You can even speak with such confidence."

"But how can you be so sure that you can keep me?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wuxiang threw his head back and laughed. As his laughter resounded throughout the meditation, two Taoist priests, an old man and a young man, filled with evil spirits, stepped into the Zen room.

Xiao Chen raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, and couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

Those two people were clearly masters of the first level of Jindan.

Seeing Xiao Chen's shocked expression, Master Wuxiang became even more proud. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying in a cold voice: "Fellow Taoist, although I don't know what realm you are, facing these two golden elixirs
Chapter completed!