The purple light in Jiang Yazhen's eyes quickly converged, and she didn't dare to continue confronting each other. She reached out and grabbed it to the side and said loudly:

"Song Xiaozhi, let's go quickly. This old Taoist priest has been transformed by the demonic aura. I am no match for it, huh?"

Her hands fluttered and grabbed the air, and turned around and found that Song Zhi was about to run to the door.

"Brother Jiang, don't be afraid, I'll go and bring you reinforcements first!"

Jiang Yazhen: "..."

The curtain of the lotus platform was completely opened, and an old Taoist priest wearing a seven-star Taoist robe walked out slowly. He was tall and thin, with white hair and beard. His turbid and unsightly eyes looked towards the palace gate from afar.

"I am not pious enough, but I will die more."

After saying that, he jumped off the lotus platform and came to the ground. His whole behavior was as stiff as a walking zombie, and he was not even as flexible as the disciple who turned into a ghost.

Jiang Yazhen said intimately, and immediately turned around and fled out of the door. Although her strength was in the early stage of the God Transformation Realm, she was not afraid of any monsters in the same realm when it comes to fighting.

But this old Taoist priest is obviously not listed here. The strength of his body can be seen from the naked eye. He is at least a master of the Jade Skeleton Realm, and may even be in the late stage.

Song Zhi, who had escaped from the hall, still looked back worriedly. As a result, Jiang Yazhen rushed out at a faster speed the next second, picked him up and jumped off the stairs.

"Hey, huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Zhi was fed with wind in his mouth with his collar, and quickly closed his mouth. Unexpectedly, this quirky woman ran faster than herself, and...

Why do you run away with yourself?

Soon, he knew why. As soon as the two of them rushed down the steps, a figure broke out from the Sanqing Hall, splashing out a lot of wood chips, and it was the old Taoist priest who rolled his eyes.

The old Taoist immortality came silently, jumped up with his feet, and it seemed as if he was flying directly towards them.

At this moment, Song Zhicheng Jiang Yazhen moved at high speed. Although she was anxious, she could not remind Jiang Yazhen, the old Taoist, to use the palm technique that fell from the sky.

Helplessly, Song Zhi had to rely on himself.

It is difficult to get a sword in this position, so you will definitely not be able to count on the sword style. It's not just...

Although it is ridiculous, it seems that this is the only way.

Song Zhi looked up at the sky, and when the old Taoist priest was about to jump down and slap the two of them, he focused all his attention on his brain.

"Celebration and witchcraft, concentrate!"

His body suddenly burst into blue rays, and two vaguely visible lights shot out from his pupils and hit the old Taoist body.

As a result, the old Taoist priest was unmoved at all, and his whereabouts did not diminish at all. He punched the ground out of a big pit, and smoke rose everywhere.

Strangely, this killing blow actually hit the sky. Jiang Yazhen stopped as if he had predicted the truth and stopped his body five meters away in front of the pit.

"Ah? So you predicted it!?" Song Zhi escaped from death and was overjoyed.

But he immediately noticed something was wrong. Jiang Yazhen turned around at this time, and the beautiful eyes behind the human skin mask narrowed, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Song Zhimao's eyes looked so good. Isn't that kind of look when the sect leader was caught?

“Ah~”

Song Zhi, who was inexplicably hugged in his arms, listened to the gasp in his ears, while avoiding Jiang Yazhen's sucking violently, and shouting that something was wrong.

"Damn, why are you slutty at this time?"

He realized that most of the time, the old Taoist priest failed to deal with the one shot just now, and he got the little girl away.

Song Zhi couldn't dodge and his forehead was sturdy, making him more sure of his thoughts.

On the other side, the old Taoist priest had already walked out of the pit, but when he saw the two of them hugging each other in a hot manner, he did not launch an attack as soon as possible.

Song Zhi: "Oh, don't..."

Old Taoist priest: "..."

Jiang Yazhen: "Ah~"

Song Zhi couldn't stand this strange atmosphere anymore, and made up his mind to push Jiang Yazhen away. While removing his charm, he shouted loudly, trying to awaken Jiang Yazhen.

Jiang Yazhen's blush decreased, but she still didn't wake up completely. She still stumbled and wanted to get close to Song Zhi.

"When will you play?"

The old Taoist priest looked left and then, and spoke coldly.

Song Zhi pressed Jiang Yazhen's face with one hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the other, and slowly retreated.

If this old Taoist priest didn't say a few words, Song Zhi would think he would be so good.

But by the way, is my charm so strong? Why is the old Taoist priest not a monk? This is a Taoist priest and not a monk.

Seeing the old Taoist priest's fingers slightly moving, Song Zhi knew that he was going to take action again, so he hurriedly carried Jiang Yazhen and ran in another direction.

Although he would definitely run away by himself, Jiang Yazhen didn't forget to take him with him just now. Now that he has cheated her, he naturally can't leave her alone.

The old Taoist priest looked at Song Zhi who seemed to be running in front of him, and shot him out with a bounce and punched Song Zhi in the back.

If you hit this point, you will be divided without suspense.

"Rakshasa Eye-Three Styles:Rakshasa Stern!"

Clam!

Two light halberds suddenly appeared and pressed against the old Taoist priest's fist in the air. The two collided and made a harsh buzzing sound, and the light halberd seemed to hit the real iron.

Jiang Yazhen, who was resisted by Song Zhi on her shoulder, opened her eyes and recovered her consciousness in time.

She was a little blurred about the memory just now, and she seemed to have done something extraordinary. When she opened her eyes, she saw a fist as big as a sandbag attacking from behind. She quickly stopped her.

Song Zhi heard the movement behind him, and then his butt was patted, and a gentle voice sounded from behind his ears.

"Song Xiaozhi, let me down."

Stopped, Song Zhi let down Jiang Yazhen and took a step back vigilantly. When he saw Jiang Yazhen's normal eyes, he felt relieved.

Jiang Yazhen looked at the old Taoist who was pressing step by step and sighed: "Xiaozhi, it seems that we have the only one battle."

Song Zhi heard the profound meaning and then looked around. At some point, the magnificent Sanqing Hall nearby had disappeared without a trace, and the scene was replaced by a side hall attic. They were in a small courtyard at this time, and they were in a Taoist temple.

If the terrain of this Taoist temple changes with the thoughts of the old Taoists, then the possibility of them surviving by running away is too slim.

Jiang Yazhen was right, maybe he could only fight to the death.

At least, it is more dignified if it fails.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi raised his sword and posed, thinking in his mind why he wanted to buy discount peanut oil for cheap.

"Song Xiaozhi, you are a swordsman. If I assist you, can you cut off his hands and feet?" Jiang Yazhen suddenly asked.

Song Zhi subconsciously glanced at the sword on Jiang Yazhen's waist, and it turned out that this was really a pendant.

"I can,...

"Here you come!"

The old Taoist priest twisted his neck, his pale hair shaking like a weed, and then a simple punch was shot out again.

Jiang Yazhen held his temple with both hands, and his purple pupils shone brightly.

"Rakshasa Skill: Ghost Hands Dance!"

Countless ghost hand phantoms appeared, entangling the old Taoist priest's arms in the air, reducing the attack of this punch.

But there is still no sign of stopping.

"Two style: Thorns on the other side!"

Then, countless vines spread out from Jiang Yazhen, wrapping around the old Taoist priest's legs and arms. Bloodlines oozed out of Jiang Yazhen's pupils. At the same time, performing the two tricks with all their strength was also a huge burden for her.

But fortunately, the old Taoist priest was temporarily controlled.

"Wait for now!"

Needless to remind, Song Zhi had already drawn his sword and bullied himself. After flipping his body in the air for a few weeks, he came with a sharp slash with a blue sword energy, drawing a perfect arc and pointing directly to the arm of the ghost Taoist priest.

Qingxia sword technique starts, sword rain.

Scream!

The sound of flesh and blood separation did not sound. In the astonished eyes of Jiang Yazhen and Song Zhi, the sword edge was broken into two sections, like a wooden stick chopped onto the black iron. Only the sharp Qingxia sword energy made an extremely shallow hole in the arm.

Before she could feel emotional, Song Zhi felt a gust of fist wind on the back of his head, and it was the old Taoist priest's other hand that was killed.

Just sauce.

Song Zhi closed his eyes and prepared to accept the helpless death.

"Yan San: The Great Devouring Ring!"

A shocking and angry voice suddenly sounded, and then a hot wave of flames rushed towards him.

A black knife flashed, and the old Taoist priest's arms broke in response.
Chapter completed!