Luo Haotian is known as the first Yin slasher in Jiangdong, and he is only in his twenties in terms of age, and he is also among the best in the country as a Taoist priest and ghost exorcist, which is enough to be proud.

He has a lot of opportunities, and he has many magic weapons, such as stepping on the sky before, naturally it is not his own ability, but borrowing some kind of floating magic weapon to fly for a short time.

In terms of exorcism. Luo Haotian's Dao Sect is also experienced, and the Golden Light Array is the most famous and powerful Magic Array among them, and any evil ghost will only be wronged in front of it.

But today, he knows what it means to exorcise ghosts and kill ghosts!

Why do you need any gorgeous magic weapons, just a light punch, even a three-hundred-year-old ghost is also scum!

"Immortal......" Tan Quanfeng stood in the distance, and with his knowledge, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation at this moment.

As for the soldiers and servicemen around him, not to mention.

"Some time ago, I heard that General Su Baozong of the Tianlong Army personally invited a grandmaster of the martial arts realm to join the military region, and now he is a nominal instructor, I don't know who will win and who will lose in the duel between these two dragon-like figures. “

"Then you don't need to ask. Of course, it's this exorcist, what kind of transformation realm master, that is, his fists and feet are a little more powerful. “

"That's not necessarily, it is rumored that the characters who have entered the realm of martial arts can release their internal strength, condense the void, and kill ghosts. “

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"You ......" Luo Haotian looked at the back of Wang Tu, his heart was already turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down.

"In Xia Luo Haotian, Xie Gaoren saved the grace of the world. “

If a three-hundred-year-old ghost escapes to the city, I don't know how many people will die.

The king's killing of this three-hundred-year-old ghost is to reduce a scourge for the people and indirectly save countless people.

Wang Tu waved his hand, but his face did not relax, and said, "Don't worry, this is a five-hundred-year-old ghost, and I can't kill it with one punch." “

"How so, five hundred years old...... What, five hundred years?" Luo Haotian suddenly stood up straight in fright, he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

Isn't that a terrible ghost 300 years old? How can it be transformed into a 500-year-old super ghost?

If it is really as the king said, those five hundred years will be unprecedented!

It is rumored that there was also a super ghost hundreds of years ago, that was a 400-year-old unjust soul, who was tortured to death on the top of the mountain before his death, and at that time gathered all the Taoist priests from all over the country, sacrificed countless times, and then killed the unjust soul on the mountain.

"Well, this house has gone through several generations. Changed hands to several families, the maid who was bullied and killed by the local tyrants and gentry has existed for three hundred years now, but the resentment is increasing day by day, and now it is comparable to a five-hundred-year-old ghost. Plus this year is a gloomy year, so she will be so riotous. “

Wang Tu also had to admit that this little ghost was the strongest Yin Ghost he had ever seen since he was reborn on Earth, and it had caused the fire before. In the hospital, compared to it, it is all small scum.

"Then, what should we do?" Luo Haotian panicked, among the Yin Ghosts he had killed. The strongest is only ninety years, and now it is helpless to face a super yin ghost of five hundred years.

Wang Tu indifferently walked to the stone table in the front yard, poured out a cup of tea, and tasted it silently.

When has it been, and you are still so calm!

Luo Haotian almost roared out, although the black curtain was scattered before, but the dark clouds had gradually gathered in front of him, presumably the super yin ghost was accumulating strength, ready to give them a fatal blow.

"Superior. Aren't we ready to prepare?" Luo Haotian still couldn't help but ask.

Whether it's running away or fighting, you should give a reaction!

"No, it's just a five-hundred-year-old ghost. Wang Tu said lightly.

Just when Luo Haotian was about to collapse, Wang Tu stood up again.

"Go, help me get those people out of a kilometre away. Wang Tu gave the order just like Luo Haotian told them to quit before.

Luo Haotian knew that this was a warning before the war, but was it necessary to withdraw from such a distance of a thousand meters?

But he couldn't figure it out what the master did, so he had to do it according to reason.

In the distance, Tan Quanfeng and the others saw Luo Haotian flying into the sky. Hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Is this a solution?"

Luo Haotian shook his head: "To our surprise, this is a five-hundred-year-old super yin ghost, even if my closed-door master comes out of the mountain, it is impossible to fight with it." “

"Now, everybody is out a kilometer. “

"Everything can only rely on that master. “

After everyone had withdrawn from the kilometer, Luo Hao turned his head and looked at the house.

Suddenly, a flash of fire soared into the sky, scorching the air and twisting into a tornado. The terrifying wave of fire hit instantly, Luo Haotian had mana to protect himself, but other ordinary people were directly overturned by the wave of fire and fell to the ground.

"What kind of method is this?"

Luo Haotian's eyes widened, even though his eyes were burned and stinged. I don't want to miss the slightest bit of this Burning Sky Tornado.

A figure gradually appeared in the Burning Sky Dragon Scroll, holding a silver spear, a red robe, and a heavy armor volley in the air, majestic and solemn. It is the demeanor of a king.

I saw a shot pierce the void, and a terrible scream came, and the Burning Sky Tornado gradually disappeared.

It all came and went so fast that it seemed like it was just the blink of an eye. It's over.

"What just happened?" Tan Quanfeng stood up with the support of the soldiers.

Except for Luo Haotian, no one saw what happened just now, and he only felt that his eyes lit up, and he was overturned.

"Just now...... There are immortals in the mortal. Luo Haotian said, the emotion of reverence in his heart surged into his heart, and it was difficult to suppress.

Wang Tu slowly walked towards everyone from the front yard, not contaminated with a trace of mortal dust, and the soldiers who secretly felt in their hearts that he was young and incapable of doing it before were all puffed up at this moment. Stand in a military stance.

"Superior, that super ghost ......"

"I've killed me. The king waved his hand, and the clouds were light and light, as if he had trampled on an insignificant ant.

In order to avoid suspicion, Wang Tucai said that he was beheaded. In fact, the yin ghost who had five hundred years of anger and resentment was eaten by him.

"If nothing else, I'll go first. “

The crowd watched the king's disciples leave, but no one kept them, and no one dared to keep them.

"He's less than twenty years old, less than twenty years old!"

Luo Haotian's talent is so perverted, and the opportunity is so strong, and now he can only barely fight the ninety-year ghast.

And the king's disciple has long stood before everyone.

After today. A legend will spread at the speed of light all over Yuanjiang, Jiangdong, and even the entire Zhonghai Province!

……

Wang Tu went to get some things on the way back, and then quietly slipped into Wang Yanran's room.

"Don't pretend, little girl. "The king has just entered the room. Just break it directly.

Wang Yanran pouted and got up from the bed, wearing a girl's pink pajamas was really sultry.

"Brother, you're coming back late. Wang Yanran rubbed her eyes, just now she was lying on the bed waiting for Wang Tu, and she almost fell asleep.

"It's not late. The timing was just right. “

With that, the king took out a small cake from behind him, with a burning candle on it.

It's just past 0:00 a.m.

"The cake shop is not open at this time, so it can only be closed. “

The king disciple is also unprecedentedly strange, using spiritual power to make cakes in the void. Celebrate Wang Yanran's birthday.

If some monks know that they must not scold the king's disciples to death, how can anyone waste spiritual power like this!

"You, how do you know about my birthday?" Wang Yanran covered her mouth in surprise and hugged the quilt tightly. She'd never told Wang Tu about her birthday.

"I am a king's disciple, five hundred years before and five hundred years later. “

In Wang Yanran's eyes, Wang Tu brags every day.

"Thank you, brother. Wang Yanran didn't care about anything else, took the cake, closed her eyes, and made a wish.

"Brother, do you want to know what I have made a wish?" Wang Yanran blinked, obviously wanting Wang Tu to say "I want to know".

Sure enough, Wang Tu shook his head without following the routine: "If you say your wish, it won't work." “

"No, I'm sure it's going to be spiritual. Wang Yanran seemed to be very sure.

The king's head is full of black lines, how can anyone play birthday wishes like this.

I saw Wang Yanran put the cake aside, leaned forward slowly, wrapped her arms around Wang Tu's neck, and entrusted the weight of her body to Wang Tu.

"Today is my birthday, I want Brother Wang to belong to me alone, don't be busy with other things, just this day. “