Dead... The old Taoist's face instantly turned livid, he said nothing, and the strong evil aura began to condense.
"Kill my junior brother, whether it's you or the guy surnamed Wang, I will deal with him one by one." The evil aura on his body became stronger and stronger.
"careful."
Seeing this, Uncle Jiu reminded him.
Xu Ping nodded and slowly drew out the willow sword: "According to the rules of the world, we have to compete in Feng Shui. How do you want to compete?"
For some reason, the evil spirit around the old man stopped for a moment, because the young man in front of him was like a ferocious beast, bringing a strong sense of oppression.
He was stunned and didn't answer for a while.
When Xu Ping saw him like this, he said directly: "Forget it, let me tell you my rules."
"If you can beat me, that hole is yours. If you lose, I will find a new place for you and give you a coffin."
Before Qingfeng Lao Dao had time to express his indignation, he paused and Xu Ping said seriously: "Actually, I was joking just now. If you lose, you will definitely be dead."
In an instant, the old Taoist felt that his soul had been insulted.
He pulled off his Taoist robe, revealing his muscular body, and black smoke filled the air.
On his exposed arms and chest, there were seven terrifying faces, with ferocious and sharp teeth, roaring at Xu Ping.
"Seven evil spirits accumulating body technique."
Uncle Jiu screamed in surprise, pointed at the old Taoist and shouted angrily: "It turns out that you were the one who killed seven children in Renjia Town five years ago."
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.
It turns out that five years ago, that is, the first month after Uncle Jiu came to Renjia Town, a series of unbelievable murders occurred in the town.
There are seven families in each family. The half-grown boy in the family is wearing a blood-red dress, his hands are tied, and he is hanging from the beam of his house. There is also a heavy weight tied to his feet.
Just hanged to death.
Uncle Jiu came to the town when the sixth murder occurred.
As soon as he heard this, he immediately understood that this was an evil cultivator practicing sorcery.
At that time, his reputation was far less than it is now, and there were many obstacles during the investigation.
After the seventh murder case, the evil cultivator never appeared again. This incident also became a worry for Uncle Jiu.
Afterwards, he read a lot of information and learned from Maoshan Taoist books that the other party was practicing an extremely vicious spell——
The seven evil spirits accumulating body technique.
Therefore, as soon as he saw the seven grimaces on Lao Dao's body, he reacted instantly.
"Xiao Xu, this beast has harmed countless people. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to vent my anger." Uncle Jiu shouted coldly, his eyes seeming to spit out flames.
Hearing Uncle Jiu expose his past, the old Taoist not only showed no shame, but sarcastically said: "It is their blessing to be my ghost."
"brute!"
Uncle Jiu was furious in an instant, and his tongue exploded with spring thunder.
The soil under his feet rolled, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow.
In mid-air, the mahogany sword in Uncle Jiu's hand lit up with a dazzling golden light, and stabbed a grimace on the chest of the old Taoist.
Unexpectedly, the ghost face opened its terrifying mouth and bit the tip of the sword without moving.
Uncle Jiu's movements were very fast, and his sword movement was also fast. He completed the thrusting movement with the sword almost instantly.
But the grimace on his chest took the move easily.
The Seven Evils are really powerful... Uncle Jiu pondered in his heart and looked solemn.
No wonder this veteran dared to come here to provoke me.
But he never expected that Xu Ping would anger him in an instant.
The original rules of the world, based on Feng Shui, turned into a life-and-death battle.
Just at this moment, Qingfeng Lao Dao came with a fist, and the strong wind hit his face. The ferocious face on his left arm, his eyes lit up, he rushed out and bit Uncle Jiu's face.
"Whoosh!"
A sword light appeared across the sky and struck the ghost's face.
The power of thunder on the willow sword immediately forced him back. He retracted his arm with a grimace and gritted his teeth as he looked at Xu Ping who was slashing down with the sword.
The huge impact caused Qingfeng Laodao's fist to lose control and fall to the side.
Facing the fierce attack, Uncle Jiu remained calm.
The two have collaborated many times, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are in sync with each other.
Xu Ping had already raised his sword when the old Taoist attacked Uncle Jiu, but Uncle Jiu caught a glimpse of the sword light beside him from the corner of his eye and ignored his attack at all.
Because he knew that Xu Ping could block the blow and he didn't have to defend himself.
And just as this came and went, the peach wood sword in Uncle Jiu's hand had been wrapped in evil spirits, and the golden light gradually dimmed.
This is the grimace on the chest, constantly spitting out evil energy, trying to use the peach wood sword as a medium to attack Uncle Jiu.
Once the evil spirit enters the body, it will be in trouble.
But Uncle Jiu has been practicing for many years, so how can he just take it easy?
When Xu Ping blocked the blow for him, he used his free left hand to draw a Suppression Talisman in the air and slapped it into the peach wood sword.
The evil-suppressing talisman shattered into clear light, merged into the peach wood sword, and the golden light flourished.
"disease!"
Uncle Jiu looked solemn and shouted loudly.
The peach wood sword fused with the evil-suppressing talisman shines brightly. A sword light is like a thin line, shooting out from the tip of the sword and getting into the mouth of the ghost face.
"ah!"
Qingfeng Lao Dao screamed in pain, his face exploded, and his chest was bloody and bloody.
His face instantly turned ferocious, his eyes were scarlet, his beard and hair were windless, and his whole person no longer had the air of a fairy. He roared ferociously like a fierce ghost:
"Seven evil spirits come out together, bite them to pieces for me."
In an instant, the remaining six ghost faces on Lao Dao's body all flew out into the air, and the black smoke behind them was like a column of smoke, still connected to Lao Dao's body.
The six ghost faces were in numbers of three and three, attacking Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu in front of them respectively.
Uncle Jiu tapped his toes, retreated quickly, his Taoist robes fluttered, and he quickly distanced himself from the three biting ghost faces.
The peach wood sword in his hand once again glowed with golden light.
At the same time, his left hand waved out talismans all over the sky, covering them in front of him.
Shangqing Maoshan was originally from the Fu Lu Sect. When he saw the pure Taoist Fu Lu with a grimace, he paused for a breath at the iron wall formed in front of him. Finally, driven by the angry Qingfeng Old Taoist, he rushed over.
"boom!"
The three ghost faces collided with the talisman and exploded into a large fire. The black smoke condensed on the ghost faces suddenly dimmed a lot.
But in an instant, the evil spirit on the ghost's face condensed again, becoming as thick as ink.
Uncle Jiu was shocked when he saw this, his face changed slightly, and he shouted to Xu Ping who was standing aside: "Xiao Xu, this ghost face is attached to him, and the attack of the ghost face is ineffective."
Xu Ping was surrounded by ghost faces. The willow sword in his hand burst out with blue thunder, protecting his whole body.
Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, he thought in his mind that it meant that the evil spirit was actually the mother body, and these ghost faces all relied on him for their existence.
Thinking of this, he looked at the grimace in front of him, remembering its hesitation when facing the talisman just now, and he was thoughtful...
"Humph, so what if you just know that these evil ghosts are one with me and are immortal. If you want to kill me, you have to ask them first." There was a trace of sarcasm in Taoist Master Qingfeng's Ling Lie eyes.
Most of them are conceited.
As he spoke, the evil spirit quickly condensed in the flesh and blood on his chest, turned into a grimace, and flew towards Xu Ping.
In fact, the old Taoist is also a little shocked. This young man is so advanced. He is protected by lightning, and the three ghost faces can't do anything to him.
Seeing another ghostly face flying over, Xu Ping remained calm and swung his willow sword to slash out large thunder and lightning. Even if there was an extra ghostly face, he did not dare to shake its pink light.
So now is it an endless cycle? If I want to kill you, I have to eliminate the ghost face first. If I eliminate the ghost face first, I can condense it again...