“Jin’an, you heartless Taoist priest!”
“Have you ever done anything you regret in your life? Do you really have a clear conscience for everything?”
Ye Niang looked at Jin An, who was walking towards Feitouman with a drink in one hand and a knife in the other. She shouted to Jin An's back.
 The voice is cold.
 Such as the loneliness and silence of a dead heart.
Hearing the voice behind him, Jin An paused slightly, then continued to walk towards Feitou Man holding a knife without looking back, his mood and will never wavered.
“The transformation of heaven and earth depends on high and deep; the sage’s rule of law depends on concealment. It is not only about loyalty, trust, benevolence and righteousness, but also about being upright.”
 Jin An took a sip of strong wine, laughed loudly, and killed Feitouman.
That back view.
ˆ Chic and unrestrained.
 Free and easy.
 Carefree and carefree.
 “Jin’an!”
"If a woman dies for you, and a woman who has been betrayed by you twice dies in front of you, I don't know if this will make you regret it. Will you, a Taoist priest with a heart of stone, leave me, Ye, in your heart?"
A mother's tear."
 Ye Niang’s voice was calm.
 No hysterical roaring.
There is no sadness or resentful anger.
The figure in the coir raincoat who was drunkenly slaying demons and demons and drawing his sword finally stopped at this moment, but he only paused slightly and then continued to kill the flying man in front of him without looking back. He did not look back at Ye Niang behind him.
.
 At this time.
 Feitouman drew a complicated talisman formation on the ground using his own essence and blood as a guide. His body was shaking non-stop and his face was painful. After so many people helped him to hold Jin An, his master's door control method was finally ready.
Feitou opened his eyes fiercely.
 The body and head are separated.
 A head with disheveled hair flew high into the sky with an ear-piercing scream.
"The last descendant of the 83rd generation of Feitou Village, the 3,869 strongholds of the Jiuli Tribe, is willing to sacrifice his longevity and blood to the ancestors of Feitou Village. Today, the descendants encounter a powerful enemy and may perish.
Here, I beg my ancestors to save the descendants. If I escape today, I would like to offer three pairs of boys and girls to my ancestors!"
The flying man screamed and circled over the headless corpse, then flew into the formation and picked up a piece of paper on the ground.
There is a little man drawn on the note.
  A heart-piercing sword is pointed directly at the villain's heart.
On the facial features of the little man, the facial features of a human appeared on his own, with complete eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It was Huang Zinian at this time.
 There are three characters written on the body of the villain, which are Huang Zinian’s full name.
The flying man picked up the paper on the ground and chewed it in his mouth. This scene was exactly the same as the headless Gu King in the golden coffin of the headless village with the birth date and birth date in his mouth.
But this Feitouman obviously would not be so kind and would change Jin'an's fate.
"Bite you to death, bite you to death, you stinky Taoist priest from the Five Zang Taoist Temple. Even if I have to sacrifice half a year of my life, I will curse you today. Huang Zinian, who is possessed by you, will die tragically today. You will be trapped here for the rest of your life."
A dead person with a rotting body slowly endures the pain of physical decay and cannot return to his soul!"
"I curse you. When your body rots into white bones, it will be the day when your body dies and your soul disappears!"
 “I curse you…”
Feitou is pretty crazy.
While chewing the note in his mouth, his smelly teeth were blackened and filthy from the bite of the note. At the same time, he looked viciously and cursed Jin An loudly and with hatred.
Just as Feitouman was uttering vicious curses, the blood array on the ground burst into a blood-red light as thick as a water vat, and there was an ominous sign coming from somewhere.
Jin'an's temples jumped in shock.
 Being restless.
But before Jin An could take action to kill Feitou Man and interrupt the evil ritual, the Five Blessing Emperor Plague Expelling Talisman he was holding in his soul suddenly became spiritually bright at this moment.
 The dazzling aura of the five-colored auspicious clouds blooms.
 The Messenger of the Five Plagues is also called the Emperor of the Five Blessings among the people.
Under the auspicious light in the clear sky, there seems to be a tall phantom of the General Shenting wearing a five-color robe, holding a pot, a pot, a leather bag and a sword, a fan, a hammer and a fire pot in his hand to collect the plague.
Inhale poison, sweep away filth, and break up the bloody array in front of you.
There is no need for Jin'an to sacrifice the magic talisman, Huang Fu takes the initiative to eliminate disasters for Jin'an.
 “Ah! No!”
 “How, how is it possible! Why is this happening...”
 “I’m not willing to give in!”
Feitouman's screams rang out in the blood-light formation. Not only did he not curse Jin'an, but he suffered the backlash of his own curse. The last descendant of Feitou Village died tragically under the backlash of his own curse.
 The head rotted into white bones in an instant, and the soul was trapped in the head and could not escape. Within a few breaths, the soul fell. With the death of the body, people died like a lamp extinguished, a soul lamp extinguished, and their soul was cut into pieces by their own curse.
 Feitouman has been preparing this curse for so long.
 In the end, it became his own prison.
 Avenue induction!
 Three thousand virtues!
The Plague Amulet not only has the miraculous effect of dispelling plagues and diseases, but also eliminates disasters and ward off curses.
It’s just that blocking a curse for Jin’an this time also consumed a lot of the plague-repelling talisman. With a crisp pop, the plague-repelling talisman in Yuanshen’s hand dissipated, exploded into crystal powder, and disappeared in the void.
“Old man, are you evil again?”
One man destroyed dozens of evil cultivators in the inn. Jin An turned around with a murderous look and looked at the old beggar with one shoe who had been sitting there without moving.
The old beggar, who was unkempt but not unkempt and smelly, raised his finger and tapped the charred corpse of the meat-and-wine monk at Jin'an's feet.
"The little Taoist priest is so brave today. Taoism is really prosperous. Talents are emerging in large numbers, and another generation of geniuses has been born. Old man, I showed up in this Yuanyanglou Inn today, not for you, the little Taoist priest, but to catch the traitors from my Tianshi Mansion.
Going back."
 Jin An lowered his head and looked at the charred corpse of the drunken monk at his feet.
This fair-weather monk didn't know what kind of method he practiced, but he was not chopped into ashes by the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman. Only half of his body was burnt.
And as the meat-and-potatoes monk was struck to death by lightning, his disguise was broken and his true identity was revealed. He was a long-bearded man wearing a Bagua Feng Shui robe. He deliberately disguised himself as a monk and walked around the world, hiding his whereabouts and avoiding the Tianshi Mansion.
tracking.
The old beggar looked at Jin An and said with admiration: "Little Taoist Priest, today I saw how brave and upright he was, and how he subdued demons. It really opened my eyes to the old man."
"Originally, old man, I wanted to exchange cups with you, the little Taoist priest, and have a long drink and talk about the year-end friendship. But unfortunately, I have to bring this traitor to Tianshi Mansion as soon as possible. I will say goodbye today. Maybe we will meet again in the near future.
See you again soon, and then I can get to know you well, Hahahaha, old man, I will take my leave first."
 As the words fall.
The old beggar who had been sitting at the table in front of him burned his body and turned into a small paper figure.
 When Jin An looked at the Tianshi Mansion traitor at his feet again, the body at his feet had disappeared.
 “Pretend to be a ghost.”
Looking at the little paper figurine that was gradually burning away, Jin An's expression was dull, and then he stopped caring about the messy things in the Tianshi Mansion.
He is just a little Taoist priest from a small Taoist temple in Fucheng. His hands are not long enough to reach the Tianshi Mansion in the capital.
 Now, Yuanyanglou Inn is completely quiet.
Not long ago, there were dozens of noisy people in the inn, but suddenly there were only three people left.
To be continued...