"The people who went with you have died." Dai Baichuan's voice said in a deep voice, even through the radio waves, Sun Yang could still feel his deep hatred. "Sun Yang! You'll have to figure out where he's at! ”

"Why are you doing that?" Sun Yang couldn't contain his anger, and the actions of the person behind the old path had once again trampled on his good impression of a cultivator.

In his understanding, monks should be virtuous people like Lu Lou and Cao Daoping who take it as their responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons, protect the weak, and respect life. But what he saw more was Ru Su Cha, such as Huang Qihu, and the thug in front of him who regarded human life as a mustard like the mastermind behind the scenes. If the monks are like this, then what is the meaning of their existence?

"Are you angry?" Lao Dao laughed. "Then attack it!"

"What did you say?" Sun Yang was stunned for a moment.

Lao Dao waved his hands, and two clouds of black gas rushed from his sleeves!

Sun Yang had already prepared, and almost before Lao Dao raised his hands, he had already thrown out a talisman.

"The breeze protects the body, and all evils do not invade. Open! ”

Two screams, the two resentful spirits who had avoided Sun Yangtian's eye by something that they didn't know what they were hiding before dispersed at once, and then gathered together.

"Is that the only way?" Lao Dao seemed very disappointed. "Let me see what you're really capable of!"

Sun Yang gritted his teeth, kicked hard under his feet, and rushed straight towards him against the ground.

Lao Dao waved his hands, and the two resentful spirits in his sleeves let out a disturbing cry and rushed towards Sun Yang.

"Om wind and thunder, open!"

Sun Yang exploded them with the Thunder Fire Talisman and slashed at Lao Dao's right neck with a hand knife. He was just a passerby who was innocently involved in this matter, he couldn't have killed him, and knocking him unconscious became the only option.

But Lao Dao tilted his head and resisted this blow. "Too weak......" he said lightly.

Sun Yang was taken aback, at this moment, Lao Dao's right hand suddenly turned into an afterimage, Sun Yang protected his front with both hands, only felt a sharp pain, and the whole person was beaten backwards and flew out.

"Sun Yang! What are you doing? Don't fight with him! Dai Baichuan shouted anxiously in the headphones.

"Heaven and earth are natural, and filth is scattered. The gods of the eight directions, guarding my Xuan. Disease! ”

The resentful spirit rushed to his face, Sun Yang hurriedly blocked the charm of his right hand in front of him, and the fire burst out, but only slowed down, Lao Dao's body suddenly passed through the flames, and a fierce side kick made Sun Yang crash into the ruins next to him.

"Too weak...... Lao Dao shook his head with the distorted and unfocused expression on his face. Could it be someone else? ”

"Sweep the world, all evils are shattered! Scold! A cloud of air suddenly erupted rapidly from Sun Yang's location, and Lao Dao blocked his hands in front of him, shouting: "Break!" ”

It was as if it had hit an invisible barrier, spreading out half a meter in front of him.

"How is this possible?" Sun Yang said in surprise.

A figure suddenly flashed beside him, and he hurriedly stepped out to resist, blocking a sharp whip leg.

But it was precisely because of this that a black shadow rushed towards his chest, as if someone had punched him in the chest, and under the churning of qi and blood, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The shattered bronze mirror fell to the ground.

"It doesn't make sense." Lao Dao shook his head in a mutter, he slowly walked in front of Sun Yang, Sun Yang suddenly waved a spell that Dai Baichuan had given him before, but Lao Dao clasped his hands, kicked him in the lower abdomen, and flew straight out.

"Hold on! Our guys are already on their way! Dai Baichuan's voice shouted anxiously.

"Xuantian Eight Yang Thunder Driving Talisman, Liujia Fighting Talisman, Origin Iron Barrier Talisman." Lao Dao picked up the charm in his hand and looked at it, shaking his head. "It's not this thing."

"It looks like you have a lot to do with those court eagle dogs, and you are innocent of death." The old man laughed, and the two resentful spirits became excited because they were about to devour new souls. "What's the killer idea to use now, or you'll never get a chance again."

"I don't understand." Sun Yang endured the severe pain and swallowed a mouthful of blood hard. "You've gone to great lengths to bring me here just to kill me? With your abilities, you don't have to bring me here at all. ”

"Of course not!" Lao Dao stood proudly in front of him and said. "How did you kill my servant forty days ago? With your skills, it's simply impossible to do it. ”

"You mean Liu Bing?"

"Who knows what his name is." Lao Dao said indifferently. "That's not an ordinary Dao technique, how did you do it?"

"You think I'll tell you?"

"Do you know how to refine the best ghosts?" A creepy smile squeezed out of the corner of Lao Dao's mouth. "Take the daughter of the yin life, cut off her hands and feet, and put it in a big urn. Then put a hundred kinds of poisons into the urn, and let them use her body as ......"

"Enough!" Sun Yang interrupted him.

He would not be afraid of the punishment that would be used on him, but Li Wei had nothing to do with these things at all.

"Hold on, just five more minutes!" Dai Baichuan shouted in the headphones.

Five minutes?

Sun Yang smiled bitterly.

"I stumbled upon an Ancient Talisman sticker." He said slowly.

But as soon as the old Taoist raised his hand, a resentful spirit firmly bound his hands, so that he could not make any small movements.

"Go on." He said gloomily.

"After countless attempts, I finally found the right stroke order." Sun Yang continued. This is what Lu Lou used to do back then, in fact, most of the charms he and Lu Xiaoling are using now are restored in this way. But this not only requires profound knowledge of the Dao, but also depends on a flash of luck or fate.

The more powerful the spell is, the more complex the pattern becomes, and most likely it has useless strokes that are deliberately added to prevent it from being coveted. In the absence of a master's inheritance, it is almost impossible to restore a powerful spell by one's own pondering alone. Not to mention, there are mantras and mudras, and sometimes even with specific footwork, specific altars, or a certain charm and artifact as a precursor.

In the records in ancient books, because of the hard-won charm, many sects regard it as a secret that cannot be passed on, and only the most core and trusted disciples can be passed on at a specific time. But precisely because of this, in the catastrophe of Buddhism and Taoism decades ago, the secrets of many sects were lost.

"Draw it and show me." Lao Dao was really moved. It is already very difficult to get a talisman or a talisman book, and it is even more incredible to be able to find the correct stroke order.

"I'm out of breath right now, and there's no way to finish it." Sun Yang said.

Lao Dao sneered: "You think they can come to save you? It's okay, you're here to breathe and let me kill the things that get in the way! ”