"With my god side, there is a transgression later. The divine master kills, does not avoid the strong, first kills the evil ghosts, and then cuts the night light. What god is not subdued, what ghost dares to be? Haste as a law. ”

Song Zhong saw that the old man was rushing towards him again, and hurriedly pushed Brother Hei away, and then directly sacrificed the powerful "Ghost Killing Curse".

The yellow charm is thrown, and the golden light bursts!

The old man's body was so stiff that it hit the yellow talisman.

But to Wang Ling's surprise, his "Ghost Killing Spell" made the old man pause for a few seconds before he pounced on him again.

Seeing this, Song Zhong couldn't help but grit his teeth violently.

Then he took out a few Five Emperor coins from his bosom and threw them at the old man.

"Little guy, the ghost capital, is far more powerful than you imagined."

The old man opened his mouth suddenly, and then his teeth shot out like darts, knocking down the Five Emperor Coins thrown by Song Zhong.

Brother Hei saw that Song Zhong couldn't take advantage, so he was ready to step forward to help.

But Song Zhong on the side stopped him.

"Brother Hei, you run towards the south, no matter what happens here, don't look back."

Song Zhong shouted to Brother Hei in a somewhat solemn tone, he knew that he had underestimated this old man.

"Lifetime, two brothers, I won't leave you here."

Brother Hei's head shook like a rattle.

"Listen to me!"

"I don't!"

The two brothers were at a stalemate.

"You two don't fight, none of you can run today."

The old man's big toothless mouth is like a chicken butt.

At this time, his mouth was full of blood, and his face was hideous and approaching Song Zhong and the others step by step.

Song Zhong crossed his fingers with both hands, made a sword trick, and then nodded straight towards the old man's eyebrows.

Just when Song Zhong's sword trick was about to fall, the old man's body suddenly exuded an extremely eerie ghostly aura, and Song Zhong was blown away.

"The Tao is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, and the cultivation between you and me is comparable, and the background is comparable. Do you really think that you can't help me? ”

The old man looked at Song Zhong and laughed weirdly.

Brother Hei saw that his brother was knocked away by the old man, so he stepped forward to block Song Zhong's side.

"You dog thing with no eyes, don't you know that you black brother and me, a whip leg can overturn a three-hundred-pound sandbag?"

Brother Hei's hands were folded together and he made a "squeak, squeak." "The sound of joints rubbing.

"Get the ...... out of me"

The old man didn't even look at Brother Hei, and kicked out directly to Brother Hei's chest.

Then Brother Hei's entire body shot out directly like a cannonball.

At this time, Song Zhong was about to break the tip of his tongue, and he rushed over to meet the old man.

"Poof......

Song Zhong suddenly sprayed the old man's face with blood, and Song Zhong's essence blood was full of spiritual power. The threat of ghosts and monsters can be said to be better than ordinary people.

I saw the moment when Song Zhong's essence blood came into contact with the skin on the old man's face.

The flesh and skin on the old man's face quickly fell off, revealing the white bones.

And the old man's body also fell to the ground at once.

"It's over, I'm tired of Brother Hei."

Brother Hei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old man fall, and then walked towards the old man's corpse.

"Let you drive, let you drive, get up and drive! You're open! ”

In order to vent his anger, Brother Hei kicked the old man's corpse with his foot.

"Brother Hei be careful......"

When Song Zhong fell down, Song Zhong actually felt a little strange in his heart.

In his impression, this old man should not be so weak.

Sure enough, just when Brother Hei's foot kicked down the old man.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and then stretched out his arm to hug Brother Hei's thigh.

Song Zhong wanted to remind Brother Hei with words, but it was too late.

So he burst out and kicked the old man in the head.

The old man knew that he couldn't dodge Song Zhong's kick at all.

So he simply held the idea of losing both, opened his bloody mouth and bit Song Zhong's thigh.

"Ah, Nima, you belong to a dog, huh? ……”

Brother Hei let out a terrible scream, and at the same time, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

And Song Zhong's kick was directly kicked on the old man's head.

When Song Zhong was in the Taiqing Taoist Temple, he also practiced martial arts.

The strength of his kick and its greatness directly kicked the old man's head more than three meters away.

The old man's head floated in mid-air, and his body had turned into a pile of flesh.

Song Zhong leaned over to help Brother Hei up, and then looked at the old man's head floating in the air, his expression was extremely solemn.

"Little one, do you have fear in your heart at this time?"

The human head, which was floating in mid-air, suddenly spoke.

His eerie voice seemed to be constantly venting his hatred of the world.

"Flying head down, how is this possible?"

Song Zhong suddenly screamed in surprise......

The flying head descending technique is one of the ghost techniques, but it is the housekeeping skill of ordinary head descending masters.

Even his spell level has reached the level of the Xuan level.

Under such a technique, ordinary bronze-level onmyoji definitely did not have the slightest ability to survive, and even silver-level would be hit hard by it accidentally.

Song Zhong's body couldn't help but take two steps backwards, and then looked at Brother Hei, who was already seriously injured.

At this time, the blood flowing out of Brother Hei's thigh was black and purple, obviously looking like he had been poisoned by the corpse.

Seeing this, Song Zhong couldn't help but grit his teeth, and then took out a half-foot-long peachwood sword from his backpack, bit his middle finger and carved a spell on the sword.

If Brother Hei hadn't been present, Song Zhong would have seen an evil cultivator flying his head, and I'm afraid his first reaction would be to leave here quickly.

But what he knew in his heart was that at this time, he could use the inheritance technique of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, "Floating Light Without a Trace", to escape.

If Brother Hei stays here alone, he will definitely die.

Therefore, the current Song Zhong has no choice at all.

For the sake of Brother Hei, he can only stay here and fight to the death with the old man who has shown his flying head.

"Song Zhong, leave me alone, leave quickly."

Brother Hei seemed to understand the situation at this time, so he forcibly endured the pain in his leg, reluctantly stood up and shouted at Song Zhong.

Song Zhong didn't pay attention to Brother Hei's words, he held the sword in one hand, jumped deep, and slashed at the old man's head.

The old man didn't panic in the slightest, his head was very flexible, and he kept dodging Song Zhong's attacks.

As long as Song Zhong's spirit is slightly relaxed, he will not hesitate to put it to death.

Finally, just as Song Zhong swung out about ten swords, the head of the old man floating in the sky suddenly disappeared in place.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zhong felt a sharp pain on the surface of his feet.

Song Zhong secretly said in his heart, "It's not good! ”

Then he didn't look at it, and stabbed the peachwood sword in his hand to the ground.

To Song Zhong's disappointment, his peachwood sword did not pierce the old man's head, but plunged directly into the dirt.

On the surface of Song Zhong's feet, the flesh and blood were blurred, and it was obvious that he had just been bitten by the old man.

He felt a sense of weakness all over his body, and then his whole body sat on the ground with a weak body.

And the peachwood sword no longer had the strength to pull it out.

Brother Hei crawled and came to Song Zhong's side.

And the head of the old man also appeared not far from Song Zhong.

"You two, let's die for you!"

The old man's head let out a piercing shout, and then rushed towards Song Zhong and the others with lightning speed.

Song Zhong closed his eyes a little weakly, he knew that his life was about to end at this time.

But the inheritor of the Eastern Emperor Bell, the head of the top ten ancient artifacts in China, how could he die easily.

Just as the blood from the corner of Song Zhong's mouth dripped onto the bell hanging from his waist, his entire body suddenly emitted a golden light.

Then, in the old man's astonished gaze, a scorching gunpowder rushed towards his face.

Seeing this, the old man wanted to dodge, but he found that he was incomparably small in front of the flames.

Because it is known as the sunshine in the world, the golden crow flame......

The owner of the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, is the uncle of the ancient Golden Crow Emperor Jun.

Its natal magic weapon, the Eastern Emperor Bell, naturally has the ability to control the Golden Crow Flame.

Under the flames of the golden crow, all evil spirits were turned to ashes.

The old man's head, with a trace of unwillingness, disappeared into the sky.

What about "flying head drops"? When the sun shines, all the gloom will turn to dust.

Song Zhong saw this shocking scene in front of him, and stroked the bell hanging from his waist with his hand.

This was the first time he felt the power of the Donghuang Bell, and it was precisely because of this powerful force that his life was saved.

The "Eastern Emperor Bell" flashed with dazzling light, and then a golden light entered Song Zhong's body.

At this time, Song Zhong only felt that the mana of his whole body was constantly converging towards the place where the Baihui Acupoint was located.

Immediately after that, the small sword in the center of his eyebrows suddenly turned silver-white.

In other words, from now on, Song Zhong is already a silver-level onmyoji.

If this news is known to colleagues in the Yin and Yang world, they will definitely not praise it, "This son is really a genius!" ”