"Bang ......"

Just when Huo Du's expression just showed a hint of hesitation.

His dodge was half a beat slower.

With a heavy muffled snort, I saw that he couldn't dodge. was smashed on the shoulder by the fist of the golden-armored warrior.

"Poof......

Huo Du was beaten and spewed out a mouthful of black mist, and then his entire figure couldn't help but dim.

His face was hideous, distorted to the point of deformation, as if he was suffering from endless pain.

But despite this, the golden-armored warrior transformed by the spell still had no intention of letting him go.

"Buzz ......"

Song Zhong's palm hit the "Eastern Emperor Bell" again.

The golden-armored warrior, as if he had taken a heart booster, smashed another punch into Huo Du's head.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you. How could Song Zhong not understand the truth of striking while the iron was hot?

Huo Du had already suffered a loss at the hands of the gold-armored warriors before. Naturally, he wouldn't fight hard with this golden-armored warrior.

He gritted his teeth, and his entire body dissipated until it turned into a cloud of ghostly mist.

No matter how powerful the gold-armored warrior is, after all, he is just a puppet summoned by Song Zhong using the nine-character mantra.

When it comes to IQ, how can this golden-armored warrior be compared to Huo Du, who has always been known for his cunning?

So the result is obvious, the gold-armored warrior shot down.

And the ghostly mist that Huo Du turned into floated to the edge of the square and changed into a human form again.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Song Zhong held the "East Emperor Bell" in his hand, stared at Huo Du tightly, and shouted at him.

As for Huo Du, a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but appear on his forehead. His face turned purple and his right hand tightly covered his armpit.

He was shocked to find that it was not the punch of the golden armor warrior that brought the most damage to him, but the pinprick-like injury under his armpit at this time.

Thinking of this, Huo Du was helpless, and secretly used his origin ghost qi to force out the thing that flew into his body.

The origin ghost qi is the origin of the survival of ghosts and other evil things, just like the essence blood of the onmyoji.

Every penny lost requires a long period of brewing to recover.

"Whoosh......"

Huo Du's body continued to grow, and his entire body swelled up with it.

After the whistling sound, it suddenly shot out from under his armpit.

A brown wooden needle, about ten centimeters long, was inlaid directly into the wall.

"Hmph, today I learned that it's not just us ghosts who are despicable. This kind of indiscriminate method, you onmyoji will also use it. ”

When Huo Du looked at Song Zhong, there was a trace of unwillingness and resentment in his eyes.

If he hadn't had this flying wooden needle just now, he wouldn't have been directly injured by the Golden Armor Warrior. He believed that with his own ability, even if he couldn't fight against Song Zhong who was holding the Eastern Emperor Bell, at least there was no problem in retreating.

So in his opinion, there must still be other onmyoji hiding and sneaking up on him.

But at this time, Song Zhong completely ignored Huo Du's words. His gaze was fixed on the wooden needles embedded in the wall.

Song Zhong's state of mind at this time was very uncalm.

The flickering golden light on the "Eastern Emperor Bell" in his hand also became flickering brighter and darker.

Because he saw that the wooden needles embedded in the wall were the purpose of his summer camp. That is, the yellow-level magic weapon "Tianmu Divine Needle" that Aunt Cui'er instructed herself to help her find. ”

"Hmph, against a demon like you who cares about people's lives, why can't I use some means for cultivators like you?"

At this time, outside the door of the girls' dormitory, a woman's scolding suddenly sounded.

Song Zhong turned around and looked back, only to see Tu Jiaojiao, the leader teacher who had not yet cultivated into a real onmyoji, suddenly appeared behind him.

At this time, her cheeks were full of smug smiles.

Obviously, it was her attack just now that caused Song Zhong's gold-armored warriors to hit Huo Du hard.

Tu Jiaojiao looked at a "god of war" level figure like Song Zhong and looked at herself. A little embarrassed lowered his head, revealing a hint of a little woman's shyness.

Those students of Yunlong High School upstairs in the girls' dormitory saw this teacher who was known as the extermination master on weekdays. When facing Song Zhong, he actually showed this expression.

A few of the girls threw up on the spot. And the boys all quietly gave Song Zhong a thumbs up.

Even Bai Jiahui, the goddess in the minds of many boys, couldn't help but open and close her mouth a few times, not knowing what to say.

Although there is a grudge between her and Song Zhong, she has to admit that the previous Song Zhong definitely has the ability to overwhelm the world.

"Come on, God of War, take down the extermination master, you are the leader of Yunlong High School."

On the edge of the windowsill, there were even boys who had the courage to speak out and laugh at the extermination teacher.

But he was too much of an exterminator to look back and glared back.

She knew that she was a little out of shape in front of Song Zhong at this time.

So after a few seconds of adjustment, she arched her hand to Song Zhong and continued, "Master, don't worry, with the Tianmu Divine Needle in hand, even if I don't become a real Onmyoji, I won't hold you back." ”

Tu Jiaojiao ran to the wall and forcefully pulled out the Tianmu Divine Needle embedded in the wall, looking like she was going to deal with Huo Du with Song Zhong.

Seeing this scene in Song Zhong's eyes, he couldn't help frowning.

Especially when Song Zhong heard the words "Tianmu Divine Needle". He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Who gave you this Heavenly Wood God Needle?"

Song Zhong turned into two steps and walked to Tu Jiaojiao's approach, and snatched the "Tianmu Divine Needle" in his hand. He asked him sternly.

And although Na Huo Du was already seriously injured, he thought that if he retreated like this, his prestige among his peers would be completely broken.

So he simply stayed at the edge of the square and secretly breathed.

For the sects in the Yin and Yang Realm, magic weapons are extremely precious existences wherever they are placed.

Because every magic weapon is not what people in the Yin and Yang Realm are capable of forging now.

Therefore, even if it is a yellow-level magic weapon like the "Tianmu Divine Needle", it is a rare treasure when placed in a sect like the Taiqing Taoist Temple.

Seeing that Song Zhong took away his "Tianmu Divine Needle", Tu Jiaojiao would be mistaken, she thought that Song Zhong thought that she had stolen the magic weapon of Taiqing Taoism.

After all, almost none of the disciples of Taiqing can say the names of the magic weapons in their sect, such as a few family treasures.

Out of respect for Song Zhong, Tu Jiaojiao did not have a trace of temper in response to his questioning, and only listened to her patiently explain to Song Zhong. "Master, don't get me wrong, my Tianmu Divine Needle was given to me by my master when he saw my low strength and gave me a self-defense purpose, so I have always carried it with me all these years."

"Who is your master? Tell me! ”

Although Song Zhong had already guessed at this time, the master who passed the magic weapon to her in Tu Jiaojiao's mouth in front of him was his aunt Cui'er.

But in his heart, he didn't want to believe it, because if that was the case, there was no need for Cui'er to come to Lotus Mountain to find any magic weapon.

And she did this for only one purpose, that is, to deliberately support herself and face the impending danger of Yunlong High School alone.

Thinking of this, Song Zhong couldn't help but shudder all over his body. At the same time, he secretly scolded himself for being stupid.

"You are a disciple of Taiqing, how could you not know my master. My master is the younger sister of the Taiqing Taoist Observatory, that is, Liu Yucui, the director of the Academic Affairs Office of Yunlong High School. ”

After Tu Jiaojiao finished speaking, she still showed a helpless expression to Song Zhong, and there was still a trace of grievance in that helplessness.

"Huhuhu......"

Just when Song Zhong's head was already a mess, suddenly there was a strong wind around him.

Song Zhong felt as if there were countless fierce ghosts around him, rushing towards the place where he was.

Judging from his experience, these things must have been tricks made by the young master of the ghost capital named Huo Du, and he looked towards Huo Du not far away.

I saw that Huo Du at this time had already raised his momentum to the peak.

At this time, he was holding a ghost flag in his hand.

The torso of the ghost flag was made of human bones at a glance, and the fabric of the banner was as black as ink, and blood was dripping from time to time.

Song Zhong knew that Huo Du was a real person.

Because he could see that Huo Du also took out a yellow-level magic weapon that had been famous in the ghost capital for a long time, "Powerful Ghost Flag". According to the brothers who went out to practice on Taiqing Mountain, this so-called "powerful ghost flag". It was made by a thousand-year-old ghost thousands of years ago, after killing a platinum-level onmyoji power, he used his flesh and bone and his skin to refine it through the fire of the Netherworld for seven seven and forty-nine days.

Its effect lies in the fact that it can summon powerful ghosts within a radius of ten miles for them to drive.

So when the "Powerful Ghost Flag" appeared, Song Zhong also understood why this guy could be worshiped as a king by the walking corpse under Lotus Mountain.