"The five elements of yin and yang, the unity of heaven and man, the eight vajra mantras!"

Pinching the diamond finger with his hand, Xia Yang stomped his right foot on the ground.

"Hum~~"

With a flash of golden light, Xia Yang only felt that the majestic power poured into his body out of thin air, and he grabbed the deformed car door and pulled it hard.

"Squeak~~"

In the sound of the devastated metal twisting, the car door that couldn't be opened just now was broken open by Summer Yang.

The golden light mantra in the eight divine mantras of Taoism focuses on defense, and the golden light protects the body against demons and evils, but it can't increase the strength of the slightest, but fortunately, Maoshan has gone through thousands of years, and the background is extremely deep, and there are eight vajra mantras available in the summer sun.

After breaking the door of the car, the borrowed power receded like a tide, and Xia Yang stood unsteadily and sat on the ground, and he could hear his fatigue at the moment from the violent wheezing, but he couldn't rest yet.

Forced into the carriage, Xia Yang began to save people, but the golden light just now attracted the attention of the other side.

"Look, Lord Wang, that little Taoist priest is not dead yet!"

Zhao Hao, who fell back into the ghost realm, pointed to the direction of the van and said.

"Oh? And the strength to save people? Keep shooting! ”

"Hey!"

After receiving Zhu Ziming's order, the veteran who was possessed by the ghost army raised the 38 cover in his hand again, pulled the bolt and withdrew the last bullet case, and the bullet was loaded again with a bang.

"Bang~~"

In the silent night, the sound of gunfire was so clear, Xia Yang, who was carrying his master on his back, suddenly felt a palpitation, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Poof~~"

A bullet hit the dirt directly in front of it, and smoke and dust rose instantly.

Not good, there are snipers.

It should be more accurate to say that it should be accurate marksmen, there were not many professional snipers in the devils at all during World War II, but every squadron had accurate marksmen.

The ghost army soul that Zhu Ziming found was an accurate shooter in front of him, and the 38 big cover was as stable in his hand as it was on his arm, so he was able to hit the speeding car tire with one shot just now.

But the Taoist priest of Maoshan is not a vegetarian, although the golden light spell can't block the bullet, but Xia Yang can sense the killing intent in advance, so as to avoid the bullet, which is why Zhu Ziming didn't let the military soul shoot the three Taoist priests directly.

However, the situation also fell into a stalemate, until the military soul missed the five bullets of the 38 big cover in a row, and did not hit a single Taoist priest, only to see him start to reload.

"Lord Wang, that little Taoist priest is too cunning, his subordinates are asking for war, and they are willing to share their worries for the prince!"

Zhao Hao opened his mouth to speak, but looking at the overturned van, Zhu Ziming looked thoughtful.

"Don't worry, let's say that today's human cars are fire oil!"

"Lord Wang, do you want to?"

"Shoot me the car until you don't know what to do!"

"Hey!"

Zhu Ziming gave the order again, and the half-kneeling military spirit continued to shoot, and the first shot hit directly on the front bumper of the van.

The sparks generated by the collision of metal and metal instantly ignited the gasoline on the ground, and Xia Yang, who was lying not far away, instantly widened his eyes, and the second senior brother was still in the car!

Regardless of the danger of being shot, Xia Yang rolled a few times and rolled directly to the side of the car, and when he got into the carriage again, he directly dragged the second senior brother out, but the feeling of palpitations just two or three meters out hit his heart again.

Xia Yang immediately threw down the second senior brother in his hand, and directly began to pinch the trick with both hands.

"Flame of the Flame of the Dao Flame!"

"Hum~~"

A fire dragon shot out of thin air from Xia Yang's hand, and his body more than ten meters long instantly coiled up, enveloping Xia Yang and the second senior brother.

"Boom~~"

The van, which had reached the fuel tank, exploded into a huge fireball, and the shock wave mixed with the debris of the car swept around like a detonated mine.

"Lord Wang, are they all dead?"

Seeing that the van was blown up into the sky, Zhao Hao asked excitedly, but Zhu Ziming didn't see a smile on his face.

"Don't rejoice too soon, if they're already dead, how can you not see their souls?"

As soon as Zhu Ziming finished saying this, he saw the flames in the distance instantly disperse, revealing the two figures inside.

"It's really a shame that this little Taoist priest can think of it, but the consumption is not small!"

It is indeed not small, half-kneeling on the ground, Xia Yang gasped, the mana that had been recovered before was now only half left, and compared to the mana, his spirit was even more tired now.

Car accidents, rescues, shootings and explosions, a series of unexpected events have tightened the string in Xia Yang's heart, and he wants to lie down and rest now, but he knows that he can't.

Carrying the unconscious second senior brother to the ditch where the master was hiding, Xia Yang looked into the distance, where there were three ghosts and one person.

A military spirit, a rampant ghost who fell into the realm of powerful ghosts, and a noble jade prince, wearing a vermilion prince's robe, made him a little majestic in his elegance.

Is he Zhu Ziming? I didn't see his appearance clearly in the memory of the female ghost before, but Xia Yang finally saw it clearly now, he looked decent, and everything he could do was ruthless and cunning.

I thought that such ghosts were old antiques crawling out of the mansion, but who would have thought that the other party would even know about firearms, and deliberately sniped them halfway.

Yes, of course, the knowledge of the royal family will not be the same as that of ordinary ghosts, saying that people can't have played with firearms when they are still alive, and naturally know that using firearms to deal with living people is the most direct and effective way.

"Pap~Pap~Pap~"

The sound of applause sounded, and I saw three ghosts walking over from the mountain bag.

"Little Taoist, I have to say that this time you really opened the eyes of this king, since I became Ming, Maoshan has fallen into weakness, and the disciples are not as good as the generation, but from you I see the shadow of my master Wang Kexuan."

Zhu Ziming's words were full of approving tones, time flies, more than 500 years have passed, and he still remembers his master's voice.

Although he did not deal with the disciples of Maoshan in later generations, the three years on Maoshan before his death can be said to be Zhu Ziming's happiest three years, his father sent him to Maoshan to steal the secret method for the sake of the plan, but how much real feelings can he have about the illusory throne when he is young?

At first, he just wanted to be an idle prince, but as the son of King Ning, he had no choice when he was labeled as a rebel.

"You still remember that you were a disciple of Maoshan, so what are you doing now? There are no such disciples in Maoshan! ”

Looking at Zhu Ziming, Xia Yang said angrily, his words were simply an insult to Patriarch Wang Kexuan.

"You said no, you won't have it, it just so happens that you killed such a subordinate as this king, and this king doesn't have to think about the love of the same family in the past."

Zhu Ziming said coldly, only to see that as soon as his hand was raised, the military soul beside him instantly understood, and the 38 big cover in his hand was aimed at Xia Yang again.