"Ahh

The group that rose into the air lost their center of gravity at their feet, and did not react until the boat was lifted by the river at least half a meter high, and then the men and women began to scream loudly.

The half-lying woman and her husband in the cabin were also thrown out, screaming in terror.

At the critical moment, the old Taoist was demoralized, stabilized his body, and wanted to catch Song Qingxiao at the same time.

also had the same reaction as him, as well as Song Changqing.

He immediately let go of the old servant in his hand, and turned to help the little junior sister.

But the old woman who had struggled hard before, under the unstable center of gravity, refused to let go.

As soon as Song Changqing let go, she was screaming and screaming, and at the same time, she stretched out her arm and strangled Song Changqing's neck firmly, and the whole person seemed to be hanging on him.

The hull of the ship continued to fly high until it swung more than a meter high, then paused for a moment and then descended rapidly.

Song Changqing resisted the urge to grab the old woman and throw it out, let her hang herself, and firmly grasped Song Qingxiao's arm with Song Daochang left and right, fearing that she would be injured in this catastrophe.

The old Taoist priest's gaze was solemn, much more serious than when he was on the ox cart.

The hull of the ship fell back into the water, splashing a large amount of waves.

"What's going on?"

The crowd was like dumplings in soup, 'plopping, plopping' and smashing into the boat.

The water rippled, pushing and shaking the ship like a cradle.

'Titicaca, Titicaca! ’

The clay pot on the ground rolled back and forth, making a screeching sound, like a warning bell.

The black dog blood that had been spilled on the wooden deck of the ship quickly seeped into the plank, as if it had been absorbed by the deck.

'Squeak! Squeak-quack-'

There seemed to be something pulling and sawing the boat under the plank, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and the bottom of the boat was hit and began to shake slightly.

"Be careful—"

The old Taoist priest heard the sound under him and couldn't help but remind loudly.

I saw that the floor began to shake, and the black dog blood that was spilled looked as if it had been sucked clean by something.

The black-brown shadow of the place where the dog's blood was spilled was now gone, but under the deck where the dog's blood had been spilled, something began to drill into the plank, making a screeching sound like drilling wood.

When the people who fell on the boat saw this, they were so frightened that they kicked their legs back in frenzy.

The old Taoist priest grabbed Song Qingxiao's hand with one hand and sealed it with one hand:

"Heaven and earth are clear, and the three Qing supreme. The Tao is immeasurable, help me slay the spirit! ”

As soon as his voice fell, his cuffs turned, and a small peachwood sword fell into his palm.

The old Taoist priest grasped the palm of his hand, and the tip of the small sword immediately pierced his palm.

Blood spilled out, soaking the little sword in an instant.

As soon as he uttered the spell, the peachwood sword turned into a red light in the blink of an eye, and quickly slashed down in the direction of the beating deck!

'Boom! ’

The aura turned into supreme righteousness, and at the moment when it was about to touch the deck—

I saw a large black fog gushing out of the deck, and in the violent roar, a large black slime gushed out, like a fluttering seaweed, and slammed into the red light of the mahogany sword.

The black and red forces collided, and they only confronted each other for half a second, and then the black qi quickly wrapped the red light.

Countless black smoke evaporated, turning into thousands of fluttering tentacles, densely weaving the red light in it.

This dense yin qi had been prepared for a long time, and it was terrifying.

Taking advantage of the fact that the old Taoist priest's mind was scattered by the woman in the boat, he was caught off guard.

The black light wrapped around the peachwood sword, and in the sound of 'snort, snort', it was like a red-hot soldering iron sinking into the water.

The red light was suppressed by the black line, and the lower part of the sword tip was corroded by the yin qi, the red light was dim, and half of the sword body turned into rotten water, and it fell to the ground 'tick-tock'.

At the same time, the splashing water did not turn into droplets, but changed in mid-air, and also turned into a dense black curtain, enveloping the hull of the ship.

"Ahh

"What the hell—"

In the screams of everyone, the old Taoist priest let out a muffled snort.

When the peachwood sword was tainted by yin qi, his power was devoured, causing him to suffer a big loss.

"Evil Barrier—"

He endured the severe pain of the backlash of spiritual power, shouted loudly, and wanted to make another move, but he heard a soft sigh from the girl in his ears.

"Alas......"

Song Qingxiao sighed lightly, and then the old Taoist priest felt that the hand he was holding Song Qingxiao was grasped by her, and grabbed him and retreated, as if he wanted him to stand by.

The old Taoist priest subconsciously turned his head, and his eyes showed a mixture of anger and anger.

But in the next moment, he let out a loud shout and spread his other hand.

The half of the peachwood sword that was entangled in the black thread began to tremble wildly, and in the trembling, the half of the sword body broke with a 'click'.

The remaining small piece of peach wood was quickly engulfed by the black qi, while the other half of the sword body flew back into the old Taoist's palm with a 'whoosh'.

As soon as he grasped the peachwood sword, spiritual power immediately poured into the sword.

I saw that the half-cut short wooden sword rose against the wind, and turned into a three-foot long sword in an instant.

"Stand back!"

The old Taoist priest shouted at Song Qingxiao, his arm shook, and he broke free from her grip.

He stepped forward with an arrow, his sword in both hands, and thrust it into the black hole on the deck that was spewing countless black gases wildly—

Red Mang!

The masculine power of Taoism slashed into the yin qi and cut off countless black threads.

'Ahh

It seemed that the screams of countless unjust souls and ghosts sounded at the same time, and those entangled black qi were like fine kelp, desperately arching and drilling.

The black qi that had risen as rapidly as a vine was swept away by the red light, and the screams of different heights were mixed into an unbearable ghost howl, piercing into the human soul.

The broken black silk thread burst open with a 'boom', like an exploding smoke bomb.

Between the black and red gases, a strong shock wave is formed.

Under the violent impact, the old Taoist priest subconsciously squinted.

His clothes puffed up like a well-deflated balloon.

As he squinted, a dark wraith face emerged from beneath the cracked deck!

An aura that was even more eerie than before spread through the cabin, and only the creepy grinding sound could be heard in the churning of the black gas.

The people on the ship saw a black head coming out of the bottom of the sword.

As soon as the head stepped out of the deck, two black clay palms poked out and propped up to the deck with a 'snap'.

Its palms seemed to be covered in mud, and the stench was extraordinary, and when it slapped down the deck, the mud on the black claws splattered everywhere.

The stench spread, and the deck it touched quickly rotted.

The hole widened, and a terrifying head that was indescribably terrifying crawled out of the deck!

The hair that hung down the back of its head was scraped apart by the corners of the deck, and its head spun around a few times, and there was a strange 'cooing' sound, and large strands of asphalt-like slime fell as it turned.

"Ahh

The face was full of resentment, and the eyes were as gray as dead fish, and the outside seemed to be covered with a smooth black mucous membrane, which made the face look extremely sloppy.

It appeared extremely suddenly, the old Taoist priest was close, and the large consumption of spiritual power and the injury affected his reflexes.

In addition, he was affected by the light of the collision of forces, and he was squinting, and by the time he felt the Yin Wind Measurement, it was too late.

I saw that the carrion corpse that seemed to crawl out of the mud held the peachwood sword with both hands, and the corpse qi on its body was extremely heavy, and when its palms touched the blade of the long sword, it made a burning sound of 'snort'.

The sword body itself was born by the authentic power of Taoism, and when it was held by it at this time, it quickly decayed.

"Master......" Song Changqing shouted when he saw that the situation was not good.

And at this moment, the yin qi invaded the sword body, and the three-foot long sword turned into black ash in an instant, and was twisted apart by the black thread.

The group of black silks that were originally restrained erupted with a 'boom' at the moment when the sword body was destroyed, turning into an invisible force, and slamming into the old Taoist's abdomen, making a 'bang' sound!

As soon as the old Taoist priest's body was hit, a large amount of black qi penetrated through his back, pulling his body into a curved bow.

"Poof—"

He spurted out a large stream of blood, and the blood qi stimulated the flamboyant black qi, as if to make them even more ferocious.

As soon as the old Taoist priest was injured, the surrounding sounds seemed to dissipate in an instant.

Everything in front of him slowed down, his reaction was affected by the yin qi, and he began to become sluggish, and he could only see that in the crowd, Song Changqing, who was originally holding Song Qingxiao's hand, tore the old woman who was holding him apart, and wanted to rush towards him desperately.

"Don't rush ......"

He moved his lips as if he wanted to speak, but the sound was as thin as a mosquito's groan.

The carrion that emerged from the black hole approached his front door, opening its mouth and biting at him.

Somehow, the old Taoist priest remembered that before he went out, the pillar of incense he lit had been extinguished before he touched the incense burner.

"Could it be that this disaster will not be escaped today?"

Since the ancestor did not bless his trip to Shenzhuang, presumably this trip was a catastrophe of life and death, and it was useless to force it.

A hint of resignation flashed in his eyes, but the next moment, his rickety back suddenly stood up again:

"No—"

The old Taoist priest suddenly remembered that his little apprentice was behind him.

If he dies, with Song Qingxiao's strength, he will definitely die.

Originally, he cultivated the way of Shuntian, believing that life and death have their own fate and reincarnation, and that one death is just the beginning of another beginning in the future.

However, this kind of cultivation method that is pleasing to his heart, when it comes to the little apprentice who loves his life, it is difficult for him to remain indifferent.

"Evil obstacles, you dare!"

He shouted, even if he was seriously injured by Yin Qi, but at this moment, he was still moving forward, wanting to block Song Qingxiao behind the wind and rain.

The old Taoist priest put on a desperate posture, condensed all the spiritual power into the palm of his hand, and prepared to slap it on the waist.

A large amount of spiritual power evaporated from the surface of Song Daochang's body, and under the orthodox Taoist technique, those originally extremely arrogant winding black threads also quickly shrank as if they sensed something.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingxiao's eyes flashed.

She once blew up Jin Dan, and the situation of the old Taoist priest at this time proved that he had plans to blow himself up.

With his cultivation in the realm of transforming into infants, if he takes himself as a representative and detonates the primordial infant and magic weapons, he must also be able to severely damage these yin qi and yin corpses.

"Changqing, take Qingxiao away!"

In his shouting, Song Changqing was like a brute bull, and without saying a word, he rushed in the direction of the Yin corpse:

"Master, you protect the young people!"

He had even given up his intention to protect himself, in the direction of hugging the Yin Corpse, obviously trying to prevent it from harming the old Taoist.

"Ahhh

The ordinary people who fell all around screamed miserably, and at this moment, the old Taoist priest's ears seemed to hear a faint sigh again.

"Ugh."

After this sigh, a crisp and unusual chill rushed in.

He didn't notice that snow flakes had slowly begun to appear in mid-air, and the originally fierce and extraordinary Yin corpse began to slow down under the influence of this chill.

A light breeze slowly blew past him, and everywhere he went, the yin qi evaded and dodged.

In the sound of 'bang', it seemed that something had slapped the body of the yin corpse.

This voice instantly broke the illusion spell, and the old Taoist priest who was about to explode only felt a flower in front of him, and then a figure had already blocked in front of his body.

He was affected by the yin qi, and his reaction became a little sluggish, and he blinked his eyes several times in succession, as if he saw the person standing in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a terrifying cry:

"Green ......"

In this urgency, the qi and blood surged, and the qi and blood that had not yet calmed down began to collide again.

The old Taoist priest was so anxious that his eyes were red at this time, but he understood Song Changqing's feelings before, and a wrong step appeared beside her:

"You ......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his eyes widened, and his words seemed to be cut off by someone, and he was speechless for a long time in extreme shock.

'Ho-'

The yin corpse that had just crawled out of the deck was choked by Song Qingxiao's neck, and the corpse had already been lifted.

Domineering and extraordinary ice spiritual power poured out of her palm, instantly freezing the rotten liquid on its body like sliding slime.

The yin qi that came out of it was blocked by the white mist, and its movements slowed down, and it slowly lifted up, as if trying to scratch her arm.

But the snow and ice began to spread from its neck to its surroundings, spreading to its arms and wrists at an extremely rapid speed, and finally froze its long claws about half a palm's length from her, completely frozen.

Song Qingxiao's hand seemed to just pinch slightly, 'Bah-'

With a crisp sound, the neck of the yin corpse frozen into an ice sculpture was pinched off by her.

Under the effect of the ice spiritual power, the body of the Yin corpse was torn apart in an instant, and the sound of 'boom' turned into powder and fell down.

As soon as the flying black lines on the ground saw the corpse dead, they immediately wrapped around her feet.

Her toes stepped forward slightly, and the cold ice immediately blocked the deck, and Song Qingxiao reached out and grabbed the black qi casually-

It was like the sound of silk being torn apart, and among the screams of countless ghosts, a large handful of black threads were grabbed by her and held on top of her palm.

The rest of the black gas was crushed by the snow and ice, and as the soles of her feet hit the ground, the ice crystals cracked in response.

With the sound of 'clanging', the ice and snow swept away all the yin energy.

The remnants of the sinister aura seemed to know that she was not easy to mess with, and 'swished' back below the deck.

'Whoosh-'

The black air that was originally open around it also seemed to know what was going on, and it dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the water curtain that was about to surround the cabin turned into river water again, and it fell like a torrential rain.

“…… Ah......h

The frightened people who were crying wolves were splashed on the head by these cold rivers, and suddenly a spirit came to their senses.