The middle-aged Taoist priest was separated by the big copper tripod, and stood on the stairs and looked at the other side of the big copper tripod and shouted angrily: "Since you have done this, then don't blame me for making a move, the Hundred Ghost Array will open it for me." ”

As the middle-aged Taoist priest pinched the mantra against the ceiling on the fifth floor, he saw that the black runes on it suddenly turned into liquid and flowed down, and turned into blue-black ghosts in mid-air, and pounced on Wang Shuo and the two female ghosts who had just solved the surrounding ghosts.

"The one above is actually the Hundred Ghost Array?" Wang Shuo picked up the money sword and scattered the last ghost in front of him, looked up at the ghosts that were rushing here, and cursed loudly: "It turns out that you deliberately want to kill others, in order to capture a large number of ghosts and set up a hundred ghost array. You bastard, you want to kill so many people for such a broken burst, where is your conscience? ”

"The Hundred Ghosts Great Array can allow the master who set up this array to control a hundred ghosts, with the help of these hundred fierce ghosts and powerful ghosts, who in the world can deal with me, hahahaha," the middle-aged Taoist priest raised his head and laughed at the end, not caring about Wang Shuo's accusations at all.

"Hmph," Wang Shuo snorted coldly, reached out and took out two blank locust wood tablets from the storage bag, turned around and patted Shen Yan and Li Shufen to put them into the tablet and put them into his storage bag, and then, he frowned and glanced at the group of ghosts who had come to the front, raised his hand and raised the hard brush he had just taken out, and pierced it into his palm with the pain, and then plucked the brush and brought out a large stream of bright red blood.

"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was faintly uneasy when he saw Wang Shuo's actions.

"Zhen," Wang Shuo didn't answer, and raised his brush to write a traditional character in mid-air with his own blood.

"So it's a trick," the middle-aged Taoist priest gritted his teeth and snorted, raised his hand and gave an order to the group of ghosts: "Kill him for me." ”

Hearing the middle-aged Taoist priest's order, the group of ghosts in mid-air sped up and rushed towards Wang Shuo's body, and two of them spit out their long tongues at Wang Shuo, about to pierce him.

"Buzz."

The bright red characters suddenly made a buzzing sound in mid-air, and I saw that the ghosts in mid-air suddenly fell uncontrollably, and finally smashed to the ground and couldn't get up again.

"What the hell is going on?" The middle-aged Taoist priest showed an expression of disbelief, looked at the group of ghosts who fell to the ground or lying on their stomachs, and shouted anxiously: "Get up for me, hurry up and kill him for me." ”

"They can't get up, I wrote a spell with pure yang blood, even the real fierce ghosts and powerful ghosts can be suppressed, not to mention some fierce ghosts and powerful ghosts that have been deliberately refined," Wang Shuo's face turned a little pale because of this spell, but he still laughed in a low voice, turned to the big copper tripod, raised his hand and pressed on the big copper tripod's body, closed his eyes and whispered the incantation.

"Hum," Da Ding let out a very loud buzz, as one of the feet under it became brighter and brighter, I saw that the group of ghosts that were suppressed on the ground were forced to move here, and several of the closest ghosts were sucked into the foot below Da Ding in one fell swoop, and disappeared directly.

"Stop me," the middle-aged Taoist priest shouted.

Wang Shuo ignored him and continued to recite the incantation according to Dading.

Da Ding sucked faster and faster, and after a while, all the ghosts were sucked into that foot, at this moment, Wang Shuo just wanted to stop chanting the incantation, suddenly, the black characters that were written on the surrounding walls and on the floor actually moved, they were sucked out of the walls and floors one by one, and turned into ghosts in mid-air, screaming while flying towards Tongding, and soon they were also suppressed at the feet of Da Ding.

"Bastard, I must kill you," the middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Wang Shuo resentfully, cursed loudly in his mouth, turned around and ran upstairs.

"I must kill you too," Wang Shuo snorted coldly at the back of the middle-aged Taoist priest, turned around and left Da Ding, stepped to the side and picked up the money sword on the ground, looked up and looked at the people who were still gambling but had passed out on the ground at this time, turned around and returned to Da Ding, pinched and chanted a spell to make Da Ding back to the size of a palm, and took it and walked upstairs.

Along the stairs to the sixth floor, Wang Shuo stood at the staircase and looked around carefully, and saw that there was nothing unusual outside before stepping in, and saw that the layout of the sixth floor was basically the same as that of the fifth floor, and it was also separated by tempered glass A small private room, at this time, a large group of people were fainting to the ground, and a large group of blue-black ghosts were floating in the air.

"Kill," At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest's heavy drink came from the seventh floor, and he saw that the ghosts in the house rushed here one after another with this heavy drink, and they were about to drown Wang Shuo and strangle him directly.

"Bold," Wang Shuo was a little too late to cast a spell, so he had to mention the essence in the dantian and shouted, which made the group of ghosts who were rushing forward pause, taking advantage of this time, Wang Shuo threw the three-legged small tripod in his hand hard, and recited the spell to urge the small ding to become a big ding, and then chanted the spell to make it start to swallow the surrounding ghosts.

Although the group of ghosts has been refined and lost their original sanity, they are also subconsciously afraid of being sucked into Dading, so they struggle to retreat one by one, and in the end, only some of the ghosts who are close are sucked into one of Dading's feet, and the others all run to the distance and float there watching Wang Shuo.

"Hmph," Wang Shuo snorted dissatisfiedly, holding the red inkstone in his left hand and the hard brush with the tip of the pen in his right hand, reciting a spell in his heart, raising his hand to write and draw in mid-air, just planning to write another town character to catch all the ghosts.

"Whoosh," Suddenly, a gust of wind hit, Wang Shuo turned his head to look behind him, and saw a dark black ghost rushing towards him, and before he could react, it directly burrowed into his body from his lower back.

"Hahahaha, you lost, I want you to die," the middle-aged Taoist priest walked down the stairs step by step, followed by a large group of inky black ghosts.

Wang Shuo looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest, pulled the corners of his mouth, showed a sneer, looked down at his chest, and hummed disdainfully: "Not out yet?" If it doesn't come out again, it will be refined by my pure yang qi. ”

As soon as Wang Shuo's words fell, a ghost suddenly drilled out of his body, it was the black ghost that had been drilled in before, and at this time, the black on the ghost's body had actually faded a little, as if he had just experienced some damage.

"How so?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was stunned, looked at Wang Shuo and whispered to himself in confusion: "That's the most powerful ghost in my hand and the closest to a powerful ghost, how can I not even do a simple upper body?" ”

"I'm a boy," Wang Shuo raised his hand and waved his hand to write down the word "town" to suppress all the ghosts in the room to the ground, and when he saw that those ghosts were all lying on the ground and couldn't get up, he turned around and continued to the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Unless I am infected by the filthy qi first, the pure yang qi in my body, otherwise, no matter what kind of ghosts you are, don't think about my body." ”

"Hmph," the middle-aged Taoist priest gritted his teeth and squeezed out a cold snort, waved his hand at Wang Shuo, and commanded the group of ghosts behind him to rush towards Wang Shuo's body, and he turned around and went upstairs again.

Wang Shuo picked up the brush and dipped his own blood on the wound on his hand, and then dipped the cinnabar in the inkstone, and wrote a town in the air against the ghosts that rushed quickly, and then quickly wrote a kill.

I saw that the group of pitch-black ghosts were first calmed down and fell on the ground or on the stairs, and then they were caught by the red light released by the word killing, one by one let out a scream, and there were constantly black smoke spewing out of their bodies, among which the ghosts closest to Wang Shuo and the word for death quickly became lighter, especially the ghost that had entered Wang Shuo's body before, and saw it lying on the ground and slowly disappeared, and it was the soul that was beaten and scattered.

Wang Shuo waved his hand to put away the inkstone and brush, walked to Da Ding, and took Da Ding, who had sucked all the ghosts from before into his feet, to the staircase on the sixth floor, and recited a spell to urge Da Ding to suck all the ghosts who were so weak that they might disappear at any time into his feet.

"Whew," holding Da Ding Smaller in his hand, Wang Shuo suddenly sat on the ground at the staircase with his legs weak, gasping for breath, the power of the spell he wrote in the air before was very extraordinary, and his consumption was not small.

After resting for a while, Wang Shuo reached out and grabbed the handrail on the stairs and stood up, moved his hands and feet to climb upstairs, and soon came to the seventh floor.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Wang Shuo looked at the layout inside through the open iron door and showed a surprised expression, this seventh floor is not a casino, but a living room of someone's house, with a large sofa and a tea table in the middle, and a kitchen and bedroom on both sides.

"Bastard, all my gains in the past three years have been wiped out by you, I want to kill you," the middle-aged Taoist priest was sitting on the sofa in the middle of the hall at this time, he looked up at Wang Shuo with a resentful expression, raised his hand and took out a shiny dagger, and under Wang Shuo's shocked gaze, he directly plunged the dagger into his throat.

"Killed yourself?" Wang Shuo subconsciously took a step back and leaned on the handrail of the stairs, looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest inside with an incredulous expression.

"I, want, kill, you," the middle-aged Taoist priest threw the dagger to the ground, raised his hand to cover his neck, stared at Wang Shuo outside and squeezed out a sentence word by word, and then closed his eyes and died.

Wang Shuo frowned, and was hesitating whether he should leave here quickly or call the police, when he saw a black smoke suddenly emerge from the corpse of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and then a ghost covered in darkness came out, it was the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you," the middle-aged Taoist priest raised his head and let out a roar, raised his hands and pounced on Wang Shuo.

"Devil?" Wang Shuo exclaimed, raised his hand and threw the small tripod in his hand according to the ghost of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and recited a spell in his mouth to make the small tripod suddenly turn into a large copper tripod of one meter size before he touched the ghost of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Ah," the middle-aged Taoist priest has become a powerful ghost, and it stands to reason that it has lost its senses, but it turned sharply before it was about to come into contact with the Great Ding, as if it clearly remembered that this Great Ding was specially used to suppress demons and monsters. At this time, I saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest who had bypassed Dading continued to pounce on Wang Shuo's body while howling.

At this time, Wang Shuo had already taken out the brush and inkstone, and was about to write another spell in the air, when he saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest had already come to him, and he raised his hands to choke his neck.

Wang Shuo hurriedly lowered his head, and just when he thought he had escaped the catastrophe, he suddenly felt his back tighten, and then he heard a sudden buzzing sound from his robe, and the clothes on his back returned to normal.

"Whew," the middle-aged Taoist priest hugged his hands and let out a very miserable howl, just now it had grabbed Wang Shuo's back, and was about to pull out his heart from behind, when Wang Shuo's robe suddenly shot out of a bright yellow light, shining his hands with a burst of black smoke.

Wang Shuo had already turned around at this time, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he looked at the movements of the middle-aged Taoist priest, fortunately he put on the Taoist robe before, and fortunately, the props given by those masters were all good props for the longest age, otherwise, he was afraid that he would have turned into a corpse at this time.

Not daring to think about it any more, Wang Shuo stabilized his mind, grabbed the brush in his hand and stained some blood on the wound on his hand, and wrote three big characters in the air at the middle-aged Taoist priest: "Town, kill, sleepy." ”

As soon as these three words were written, Wang Shuo's legs fell to the ground as soon as his legs became weak, and he even opened his mouth and panted continuously, looking very tired.

"Buzz."

The first thing that had an effect was the word sleepy, and I saw it fly towards the middle-aged Taoist priest who was floating not far in front, and finally printed it directly on the middle-aged Taoist's chest, and after that, I saw that a bright red string suddenly appeared and tied the middle-aged Taoist priest tightly, so that it floated there and could no longer move.

"Buzz."

The second thing that had an effect was the word Zhen, and I heard it float in the air and make a buzzing sound, and then I saw the middle-aged Taoist priest with a red rope body involuntarily and slowly fell to the ground, lying there and unable to get up again.

The last thing that had an effect was the word killing, and I saw it floating in the air and suddenly lit up with a burst of red light shining on the middle-aged Taoist priest's body, and the middle-aged Taoist priest emitted a stream of inky black smoke.

"Ah," the middle-aged Taoist priest lay on the ground and couldn't move, and let out a miserable scream from the red light.

Wang Shuo sat in place and rested for a while before struggling to stand up, turned around and came to Da Ding, made it smaller and held it in his hand, staggered back to the gate, and raised his hand to suppress the middle-aged Taoist priest in one of Da Ding's feet.

"Whew."

Suddenly, a gust of yin wind blew out of thin air in the room, and Wang Shuo, who was a little weak, stood in the yin wind and couldn't help but close his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that there were two yin gods and ghosts standing in front of him.

Bai Wuchang looked at Wang Shuo and nodded with a smile, and said in a very appreciative tone: "Not bad, you have accumulated great merit on this trip." ”

"Hmph," Hei Wuchang on the side snorted coldly and walked forward, and finally stopped in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and with a wave of his hand, the three big characters that Wang Shuo had written down dissipated out of thin air.

"Black and white, what are you doing?" Wang Shuo couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the black impermanence.

Bai Wuchang smiled and didn't reply, while Hei Wuchang waved his black sleeves at the middle-aged Taoist priest who was about to get up and hurt people and knocked it to the ground, and he didn't explain to him.

"Heh," Wang Shuo gritted his teeth and sneered, holding the three-legged Xiaoding in his hand vigorously and was about to go down the stairs.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment," Bai Wuchang in the back stopped Wang Shuo with a smile, floated behind him and continued at him: "It's not that we don't give you an explanation, but because we were also sent here temporarily, and we are also waiting for new instructions at this time. ”

Wang Shuo exhaled at this time, hugged his fists and didn't say anything, turned around and leaned on the ground in front of the big iron gate sitting on the side, reached out and took out the two locust wood tablets that he had put in the storage bag before, and barely picked up the last bit of essence to release Shen Yan and Li Shufen.

"Ah," the two female ghosts who had just come out let out an exclamation when they saw the black and white impermanence, and hurriedly ran outside the gate and did not dare to appear in front of the black and white impermanence.

Wang Shuo turned his head to look at the two female ghosts hiding on the side, did not speak, closed his eyes and rested.

After a while, I heard Bai Wuchang chuckle: "It's here." ”

Wang Shuo quickly opened his eyes and looked forward, and saw that Black and White Impermanence had taken out a wooden sign from their respective sleeves, and the two Yin Gods and Ghosts were looking down at it, as if something was written on it.

"I see," Bai Wuchang nodded with a smile, put away the wooden card with a wave of his hand, came to Wang Shuo with the white mourning stick in his hand, and said to him: "Fellow Daoist, please give me the copper tripod." ”

Wang Shuo didn't ask much, raised his hand and handed over the three-legged Xiaoding in his hand.

Bai Wuchang took Xiao Ding and said to the black impermanence floating over: "Good deserves to be rewarded." ”

Hei Wuchang replied with a cold face: "Evil should be punished." ”

Under Wang Shuo's gaze, he saw Bai Wuchang holding the three-legged Xiaoding and waving forward, and the ghosts that had been taken in by Wang Shuo before were suddenly released by it.

Before Wang Shuo's exclamation, he saw the two Yin Gods and Ghosts each raise their own mourning sticks and wave at the group of ghosts, and those ghosts who were about to burst out were stunned for a moment, and they fell to the ground from the air one after another, standing obediently behind the two Yin Gods and Ghosts without speaking or moving.

"Li Shufen, originally your family of three should have to wander in the yang world for another thirty or fifty years, but now that Lord Hades thinks that you died because of a great evildoer, I simply pardon you and you can go to the underworld to reincarnate now," Bai Wuchang explained with a smile at Li Shufen, who was floating here involuntarily.

"Thank you two great gods, thank you Lord Hades," Li Shufen breathed a sigh of relief, standing behind Bai Wuchang and thanking him again and again.

"What about me?" Shen Yan, who was following behind Li Shufen, pointed to herself and asked.

Bai Wuchang turned his head to look at Shen Yan and shook his head and said, "No, although you helped in this incident, you didn't die because of this incident, you were captured by a ghost and turned into a stand-in ghost, so you should wander in the yang world for a while first." ”

As he spoke, Bai Wuchang waved the mourning stick in his hand and threw Shen Yan out of the team behind him.

"Alright, we should go down too," Bai Wuchang finally nodded at Wang Shuo, and with a wave of his hand, a gust of yin wind disappeared.

Hei Wuchang on the side glanced at Wang Shuo, and with a wave of his hand, the team behind him disappeared.

(PS: More than 5,200 words, I didn't expect to write so much, and finally found out that it was more than 5,000 after writing...... I'm very kind, so I won't divide it into two chapters, but that's all for today...... ）