"Love doesn't go."

Su Mo closed the door of the grocery store, snatched the bronze ancient sword in Yang Yuqing's arms, and turned to walk towards the Donglai Taoist Temple.

Situ Feng must have a lot of enemies and ghosts, not to mention the ghost king, even if there are a few more ghost generals, even if it is a ghost, he can't deal with it.

Instead of staying and suffering, it is better to go to the Donglai Taoist Temple as soon as possible.

After all, Han Fei, the master of the Donglai Taoist Temple, is a monk, and ordinary ghosts and ghost generals should not dare to go to the Donglai Taoist Temple to make trouble.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go."

Seeing Su Mo's actions, Yang Yuqing hurriedly trotted to follow, for fear of arousing Su Mo's disgust.

You must know that whether he can enter the back mountain of the Donglai Taoist Temple depends on Su Mo's recommendation.

Su Mo didn't help him intercede, just Han Fei's face, how could he let him in?

Donglai Taoist Temple, located in the western suburbs of Dedong City, is not particularly far away from the grocery store.

It took about half an hour for Su Mo and Yang Yuqing to come to the main gate of the Donglai Taoist Temple.

"It's strange, why didn't anyone come to guard the door today?"

Yang Yuqing looked left and right, his face full of doubt.

As the only Taoist temple in Dedong City, Donglai Taoist Temple has two gatekeepers all year round.

When ordinary people come to offer incense, they only need to pay some incense money to enter the Taoist temple, and the Taoist children will not stop them.

But an idle Taoist boy like Yang Yuqing wants to blend into the Taoist temple, and the Taoist boy will come forward to stop it.

"It's grandiose."

Su Mo's focus is not the same as Yang Yuqing.

He had never been to the Taoist temple, and he didn't know the doorways of the Taoist temple.

Judging purely from the level of architecture, Su Mo felt that the Donglai Taoist Temple had a quaint taste and a very high style.

To put it simply, it's full of force!

Buzzing!

That's when it happened.

Su Mo suddenly found that the bronze ancient sword in his arms made a slight trembling sound.

"What's going on?"

Su Mo clenched the bronze ancient sword and frowned.

"There is a ghost king within a few miles!"

Su Mo didn't understand the reason why the bronze ancient sword trembled, but Yang Yuqing knew it clearly.

Seeing the trembling bronze ancient sword, Yang Yuqing's face was solemn to the extreme!

Like this pinnacle spiritual weapon, even if it is rusty, it will still give a warning when it encounters the ghost king.

As for why there was no trembling at the black-robed ghost king, Yang Yuqing thought that it was Su Mo who suppressed the bronze ancient sword, causing the bronze ancient sword to not warn.

"It's the Ghost King again!"

Su Mo's heart trembled.

It's been eight lifetimes of evil mold!

It's not safe to be in the grocery store, and you will meet those ghost kings of Situ Feng, I thought it would be safer to come to the Taoist temple in the east, who would have thought that there are ghost kings in the Taoist temple in the east!

Are the current ghost kings so arrogant?

Dare to openly trespass on a Taoist temple with a heritage, isn't he afraid that Han Fei will use the foundation of the Taoist temple to kill them all?

"Get out of the way!"

Su Mo had some intention of retreating, and was about to retreat, when a cold word came from behind him.

Swish!

Turning around, seeing the figure floating in mid-air with only the upper half of his body left, Su Mo almost jumped up in fright.

Holding back the horror in his heart, Su Mo casually threw the bronze ancient sword to Yang Yuqing, and said indifferently: "Cut!" ”

Syllable!

Catching the bronze ancient sword, Yang Yuqing's mood was no better than Su Mo's.

Ghosts!

This ghost thing, which only has half of its body left, is only a ghost at the level, and it is not too strong.

"My seniors should be testing me!"

Yang Yuqing clenched the bronze ancient sword and walked towards the ghost spirit in front of him step by step.

Shout!

As soon as Yang Yuqing took two steps, the bronze ancient sword suddenly broke free from his palm and went straight to the half-cut ghost spirit!

"No ......"

Before the screams of the half-body ghost spirit fell, it was split in half by the bronze ancient sword and sucked into the inside of the ancient sword.

Boom!

Yang Yuqing stood in place, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was completely dumbfounded.

Peak Spiritual Weapon?

At this time, Yang Yuqing was a little dry-mouthed!

Treasure!

The rank of the bronze ancient sword is at least a treasure!

After all, spirit weapons don't have the ability to automatically attack ghosts, and they need to activate their internal formations.

Of course, it is also possible that Su Mo secretly activated the formation in the body of the bronze ancient sword, thus killing the half-cut ghost spirit.

In any case, being able to easily kill half of the body ghost spirit is all due to Su Mo!

"Besiege and kill Wang Tianshi?"

Su Mo ignored Yang Yuqing's adoring eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze moved to the depths of the Taoist temple.

At that moment just now, the half-body ghost had a lot of things in his heart.

The reason why the half-cut ghost spirit dared to come to the Donglai Taoist Temple was because he was called by the four ghost kings to come and besiege and kill the previous master of the Donglai Taoist Temple, Wang Hong, Wang Tianshi!

"The Four Ghost Kings, are they going to slip away, or are they going to go in and have a look?"

Su Mo's eyes changed.

Relying on him alone, there is no way to help Wang Hong.

At this stage, the only thing that can help Wang Hong is estimated to be the bronze ancient sword that killed half of the ghost spirit.

Crash!

Su Mo was still thinking about how to choose, and in all directions, countless figures floating in the air suddenly surged.

"Let's go!"

Now, Su Mo knew that he had no choice, so he had to bite the bullet and enter the Donglai Taoist Temple.

I don't know what the reason is, after the bronze ancient sword slashed half of the ghost spirit, in the face of the little ghosts surging from all directions, not only did it tremble, but even the rust deepened a little.

At the same time, the east came to the Taoist temple, the main hall.

At this time, the main hall has long been surrounded by many little ghosts.

These little ghosts besieged but did not attack, obviously waiting for the arrival of the four ghost kings.

All the Taoist priests who came to the Taoist temple from the east gathered in the main hall.

At the head of the main hall, there was an old man with a white beard.

Wang Hong!

The eighth master of the Taoist Temple in the east, Han Fei's master, and Wang Hong, who has reached the realm of heavenly masters!

Merely.

Wang Hong's condition was obviously not very good, his face was pale, and there was blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"How's the preparation?"

Wang Hong didn't wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, but looked directly at Han Fei below and asked in a deep voice.

"Back to Master, the formation has been prepared."

Han Fei hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Master, there is actually one person who can help us, and he is likely to be a ......."

"Needless to say."

Wang Hong waved his hand and said lightly: "Life and death are fate, you will leave through the back door later, I will fight to the death, and I should be able to leave the four ghost kings behind!" ”

Regarding the fact that the Red Moon Ghost would be killed, Han Fei had already told Wang Hong many times.

Earth Immortals?

Wang Hong knew how difficult it was for the earth immortals, after the ancient war, the earth immortals basically couldn't exist.

Han Fei told him that he just didn't want to watch him die.

Because even if he fights to the death of the four ghost kings, he will be finished in the end.

After all, when he left the Donglai Taoist Temple a few years ago, not only did he not make any progress in his cultivation, but he also suffered a heavy blow.

Now fighting for a broken body, if you can kill the four ghost kings, it can be regarded as a merit.

"It's coming!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Hong suddenly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the chair, and said in a low voice: "Han Fei, take everyone to withdraw!" Let me meet those ghost kings! ”