Chapter 681: Paper Jars

Zhang Yi's Five Thunder Spell slapped on the body of the ghost qi, and the ghost qi immediately burst out of green smoke, and his body was a lot more vain.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......" Zhang Yi withdrew his palm and gasped slightly.

A five-thunder spell caused great damage to the ghost qi, and the peach wood sword inserted in the ghost qi was also grinding the ghost qi at a rapid pace, but this ghost qi was still strong and alive, and did not hit the street.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the half-dead ghost with an expressionless face.

In the next second, the ghost qi suddenly changed, changing from a humanoid shape back to the original rope-like shape, and quickly wrapped around the sword body of the peachwood sword, absorbing the yang energy on the peachwood sword.

The ghost qi quickly recovered itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than a second, the red light on the peachwood sword was much dimmer.

"it!" Zhang Yi scolded in a low voice, raised his hand to pinch and recite the Five Thunder Mantra.

"Yuqing Shiqing, the true Fu sue the alliance, push the two Qi, and mix one into a true. Five thunders and five thunders, Huang Ning in a hurry, the mist changes, the roar of lightning and thunder, the smell of ......"

Just more than half of the recitation, Zhang Yi's dantian came with a sharp pain, this sharp pain caused severe pain all over the body, the original half of the five thunder mantra suddenly stopped, this time because of luck half of the forced stop, the pain suddenly increased several times.

"Ah......" Zhang Yi screamed in pain, his body collapsed to the ground, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

Zhang Yi knew that this was because his own qi was not enough to support the problems caused by the Five Thunder Mantra, and the moment when the ghost qi was tied up before made Zhang Yi consume a lot of Qi, if there was no one Five Thunder Mantra at once, it would only be more than enough for Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and glanced at the ghost qi that was eating away at the peachwood sword, gritted his teeth, and recited the mantra of the Five Thunder Mantra again.

"Yuqing Shiqing, true charm...... Ah......" The sharp pain caused by the dantian made Zhang Yi's facial features twist painfully.

Zhang Yi didn't dare to use Dao techniques such as Breaking the Evil Palm to attack that ghost qi, for fear that the damage would not be given, but instead replenished its energy.

But in this case, it is not enough to cast the Five Thunder Mantra with his own qi alone.

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, unwillingly looked at the ghost qi that was rapidly growing and repairing, and secretly thought in his heart: "The female horse, if you fight hard, you can only use the evil palm!"

"The Lord has an order, I have an invitation, the gods of the eight directions, the Three Realms...... Yes! As before, Zhang Yi was only halfway through reading, and the severe pain in the dantian was getting stronger and stronger.

At this point, Zhang Yi could only watch the ghost grow stronger, but he couldn't do anything.

At this time, a white shadow rushed over and crashed straight into the peachwood sword.

"Kura...... Mr. Cang! Zhang Yi saw the original form of this white shadow clearly.

The peachwood sword was directly knocked into the air by Mr. Cang, and the black gas was still wrapped around the peachwood sword.

"Humph!" The demonic qi on Teacher Cang's body erupted layer by layer, and the little short legs kicked on the ground and rushed towards the peachwood sword.

And the ghost qi also seemed to feel the demonic aura and anger on Mr. Cang's body, so he decisively gave up the peachwood sword, turned around and rushed towards Mr. Cang.

"Ahh......h ("▼Dish▼")

A black light and a white shadow in mid-air kept intertwining and colliding with each other back and forth.

Zhang Yi's heavenly eye had been interrupted as early as the second when the dantian was in pain, but fortunately, he was able to adapt to the dark environment, and he could still see some of the surroundings slightly, but he couldn't see the battle between Teacher Cang and the ghost.

The speed is too fast, if it is fine during the day, but at night, Zhang Yi can only rely on his hearing to discern the situation.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and a heavy object smashed around Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi opened his eyes wide, and when he opened his eyes in vain, he vaguely saw that this was the figure of Teacher Cang.

I saw that at this time, Mr. Cang was buried in the soil, with two small short feet exposed, and the whole posture of planting onions upside down, his body was full of dirt.

With difficulty, Mr. Cang pulled out two small claws and propped them on the ground, and laboriously pulled out his round head from the mud.

"Damn...... Underestimate the enemy! As soon as Mr. Cang pulled out his head, he burst out with a foul language.

The ghost spirit will not give Teacher Cang time to rest, and a dodge stabs towards Teacher Cang.

Mr. Cang dodged the blow with a flip of his body, and the ghost qi just slammed into the soil, stirring up a large amount of dirt.

Teacher Cang's body didn't stop, he was still rapidly retreating, and although the blow of the ghost qi was stuck in the dirt, he immediately leaned back and rushed towards Teacher Cang.

In this way, two figures, one black and one white, can be seen playing the chase on this land.

"Hmph......" The corners of Mr. Cang's mouth pulled a hint of a wicked smile.

In the next second, Mr. Cang kicked his feet on the ground and wiped out two marks, and stopped his body urgently, and then Mr. Cang took out a yellow and clear jar from his mouth with both hands, and put the mouth directly against the jar.

"Come in yourself!" Mr. Kura pressed the jar towards the ghost.

With the very cooperation of the ghost qi, Mr. Cang directly buckled the ghost qi in the jar with an upside down.

This is not over, Mr. Cang immediately turned over the jar, opened his mouth and took out more than a dozen yellow talismans, and his two little claws turned into afterimages, and quickly sealed the mouth of the jar.

At this time, Zhang Yi saw that this yellow and clear jar was not a clay jar at all, but a paper jar made of yellow fu.

"Smack!" Teacher Cang slapped the last yellow talisman in his hand on the jar.

"Hmph, did you have a lot of fun chasing me just now?" Mr. Cang clasped his hands and said with his nostrils facing the sky, "Now you can jump around and try it again!?"

At this time, the ghost energy in the jar seemed to be resisting, and the whole paper jar kept shaking.

"Huh!?" Teacher Cang raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth and took out more than a dozen yellow talismans and slapped them, this time the jar didn't move for an instant, and then the next second, the jar burned.

At this time, Zhang Yi, who had been lying on the ground for a while, finally came to his senses, got up from the ground with both hands on the ground, and walked to Teacher Cang.

"It's okay, I've solved it!" Teacher Cang waved his hand and said.

Zhang Yi moved his lips, and just as he wanted to say something, the fire on the paper jar suddenly disappeared, leaving a pile of talisman ashes.

Teacher Cang squinted his small black eyes and looked intently at Fu Ash on the ground.

"Oh!?" Teacher Cang said jokingly: "It's quite strong, it's worthy of a ghost!"

As the words fell, the demonic aura on Teacher Cang's body soared again, and he raised his foot and stepped towards the place where the talisman was ash.

With a "boom", Fu Ash was shaken away by the air flow of this foot, and the subtle wisp of ghost qi was also broken away by Teacher Cang's foot.