The 'yin' souls around them kept coming out, more and more, almost forming a circle and walking towards Wu Zhiyuan, being touched by any part of the body of these skeleton ghosts, the 'yin' and yang are not compatible, and the flesh and blood will definitely fester. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info//., access: .

In the crisis, Wu Zhiyuan turned his heart sideways, turned around and slapped the spellcaster standing in front of the offering table.

A red 'colored' pillar of light shot straight away like a sharp arrow, and the man was defenseless, but the peach wood sword in his hand was placed in front of the 'chest', and the pillar of light of the five thunder palms happened to hit the peach wood sword.

The peachwood sword was immediately broken into two sections, and the fracture was like black charcoal, as if it had been struck by lightning.

The man was taken aback, his shoulders staggering, clearly flustered.

Seeing this, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly slapped again. The man was ready, so before the palm reached him, he turned and pulled his leg and ran.

When the caster leaves the altar, the barriers around the altar will automatically disappear; Wu Zhiyuan rushed up with an arrow step, kicked over the offering table, and the candles, yellow paper, copper bells, tokens and other magic weapons on the table rolled to the ground.

As soon as the altar was destroyed, the mana acting on the 'yin' souls immediately failed, and those 'yin' souls began to wander around like headless flies, instead of chasing Wu Zhiyuan.

Seeing that the threat had been lifted, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly went to chase the person who cast the spell. It seems that he is not 'proficient' in the practice of opening the altar, and he does not know much about the skills of Taoist fighting, otherwise he would not have been beaten by Wu Zhiyuan's five thunder palms and fled.

The man fled up the small north slope, and Wu Zhiyuan also went up the slope, and after only chasing for a moment, he saw the man's back in the shadow of the branches.

At this time, Wu Zhiyuan had the leisure to look at his clothes, he was wearing a gray sermon robe, which looked very ordinary, and the robe was loose, and he couldn't see that his body was fat and thin.

"Stop!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted and chased after the man.

The man seemed to be very jealous of Wu Zhiyuan, and when he heard his voice behind him, he ran faster. instantly distanced himself from Wu Zhiyuan.

The sky is still dark, and the dark clouds have not yet receded. It is not easy to walk in the "chaotic" woods, Wu Zhiyuan's arms and "legs" were "messy" by the branches, and they were blown by the wind, and it hurt hotly.

And the man shuttled between the 'chaotic' branches with ease, and soon disappeared from Wu Zhiyuan's field of vision.

Wu Zhiyuan stopped and gasped for breath, while paying attention to the movement around him.

At this moment, a figure in front of him swayed, Wu Zhiyuan fixed his eyes, the person was actually running in his direction, looking at his panicked appearance, it seemed that something was chasing behind him.

What is it that is chasing him that makes him rather meet Wu Zhiyuan, an opponent, than 'confront' that thing?

In the blink of an eye, the man was already only five steps away from Wu Zhiyuan, Wu Zhiyuan looked behind him, and couldn't help but gasp, he was followed by a white-clothed ghost with a cloak of hair, no matter where he ran, the ghost had always followed him like a shadow, following him closely;

"Help me!" The man roared in horror, but he didn't stop, he clearly felt something unusual behind him.

"Get down!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted, and the man hurriedly threw himself forward.

Seeing this, Wu Zhiyuan slapped out, and a pillar of red 'color' light shot straight towards the white-clothed resentful ghost.

The ghost was no ordinary ghost, and when it saw the man suddenly lying on the ground, he also fell down with him, leaning over the man's back.

The pillar of light of the Five Thunder Palms slashed behind the white-clothed resentful ghost and hit the branches not far away, and a large branch was cut off in unison.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't expect this palm to fail, and was about to make up for another palm, but saw that the white-clothed ghost suddenly grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged him directly from the ground.

The man still had a mask with a big 'flower' face on his face, so Wu Zhiyuan couldn't see the expression on his face, but his constant 'messy' kicking of his feet showed that he was powerless to restrain the white-clothed resentful ghost. Wu Zhiyuan was a little puzzled, this person was obviously a Taoist disciple, how could he be subject to a resentful ghost?

The demon gripped the man's shoulders tightly, and its dark green nails suddenly lengthened, piercing the man's clothes and piercing into the flesh of his collarbone, and blood stained the man's shoulders red.

"Save ...... Save me! The man shouted weakly from his throat.

Even if he didn't ask Wu Zhiyuan for help, Wu Zhiyuan would not stand idly by, catching ghosts was the responsibility of Maoshan disciples.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhiyuan rushed forward with an arrow step, and waved a palm at the head of the resentful ghost.

A terrible scream broke through the air, and the ghost let go of his hands, held his head, and fell to the ground and kept rolling, gradually, its screams began to become weak, and finally lay on the ground without moving, and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

The ghost is gone.

Wu Zhiyuan took a long breath, but suddenly found that the person with the mask was gone. He scolded secretly, turned his head sharply, and was immediately furious;

I saw that the man had come around behind him at some point, holding a dagger in his hand, and was about to stab him in the back.

Wu Zhiyuan was furious, but he didn't expect this person to not think about saving his life at all, and sneak attack behind Wu Zhiyuan's back. He slammed his palm and struck the man on the chest. The man fell like a kite with a broken string on a 'chaotic' branch. The robe on his body was so torn that he barely covered his body. The mask of the big 'flower' face was also cut off by the branches, and its true face was 'revealed'.

Wu Zhiyuan was still angry, rushed forward, grabbed the man's collar, and looked at it, this person was actually Wen Feng!

It is no wonder that he lacks the skill of opening the altar and is not good at ghost hunting. The Laoshan faction is only the most 'fine' in terms of formation, and it can only be regarded as a layman in the practice of opening the altar and catching ghosts and eliminating demons.

Thinking of Wen Feng's previous performances of aggressively 'forced' people, Wu Zhiyuan was even more angry, and in a fit of anger, he raised his palm and was about to hit Wen Feng's brain 'door'.

The five thunder palms had already hit Wen Feng's 'chest' just now, and Wu Zhiyuan still had two palms left, if this palm was solid, this person would definitely die.

At the moment when this palm was about to fall, a voice suddenly sounded, "Stop!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to see that a figure appeared not far away, and the person gradually approached, and Wu Zhiyuan realized that it was Wen Qing.

"If you let me spare him, I will think that you two are conspiring to kill me today!" Wu Zhiyuan said angrily.

"Whatever you want, but I'm not going to ask you." Wen Qing still had a cold expression, and she glanced at Wen Feng without the slightest pity.

After a pause, Wen Qing looked at Wu Zhiyuan and said coldly, "Whether you believe it or not, I don't know about this matter." Now that you let him go, I will exchange the whereabouts of the peach blossom and the nectar with you. We don't owe each other, how? ”

Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly, let go of the hand that grabbed Wen Feng's collar, and said angrily, "I'll let you go, let's talk." ”

Wen Feng crawled in embarrassment, ran to Wen Qing's side, and called out timidly "Senior Sister", Wen Qing didn't pay attention to it at all as if she hadn't heard it, she said lightly to Wu Zhiyuan, "The peach 'flower' and sweet dew you are looking for are in the source of the peach 'flower'." ”