Sigh with emotion, the book picks up the text. After Qinglong finished shouting, he found that people didn't bird him at all, and the reasons may be as follows: first, the other party was so scared that he didn't even dare to speak, does the reader think it is possible? Second, the other party feels that Qinglong is just an ant, and he doesn't care about Qinglong's intimidation at all, whether you believe it or not, at least I believe it; Third, Qinglong was ignored, whether you were Dongchang or the commander of Jinyiwei, people simply ignored your existence, okay, my friends and I were stunned!

Wei Dao was standing behind Qinglong at the moment, holding the peachwood sword in his hand, posing in a posture that he thought was very bullish, and he was still shouting, knowing that he was Qinglong's apprentice, and not knowing that he thought Ya was Qinglong's master.

"Humph!" Ma Daoren replied with his nose, and then raised his hand, and a burst of black mist poured out from his sleeve and rushed towards Qinglong and Wei Dao.

"It's evil, master, be careful!" After Wei Dao shouted, he immediately jumped in front of Qinglong, bit his middle finger, and smeared the blood on the peachwood sword, chanting words in his mouth.

When the black fog came to Wei Dao, Wei Dao stabbed the black fog with the tip of his sword, and he heard the sound of "stabbing lala" endlessly.

"Master, help me!" Wei Dao struggled to ask Qinglong for help, and as soon as the words fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

When Qinglong heard this, he hurriedly put his hands on Wei Dao's back, and the master and apprentice worked together to withstand this evil spirit.

"Hehe, I didn't expect this doll to have some ability, rush!" Ma Daoren shouted down with a punch, and saw that the evil qi that had just gone out suddenly increased dozens of times, and instantly devoured Wei Dao and Qinglong.

"Listen to the fellow people outside, if anyone hears it, please play the imperial court as soon as possible, just say that someone wants to subvert the Ming Dynasty and let the imperial court send troops as soon as possible!" It was not someone else who spoke, it was the current head of Maoshan Deng Ziming.

"Shut up!" Ma Daoren shook his hand, the razor came out of his hand, and the handle of the knife smashed directly on Deng Ziming's head, Ya rolled his eyes, turned his back on his breath, and his body slipped into the urn.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Daoren was distracted, he saw that in the evil qi, there was a ** shout: "Run!" As soon as the words fell, a figure flew out of the evil aura.

It turned out that Qinglong found that he and Wei Dao were not opponents, so he secretly decided that he must save Wei Dao's life, and it was not in vain that the other party called himself a master.

Eido's body drew a graceful parabola in the air, and "Pia" fell into the outer woods, and it should have been a good fall.

"Where to run!" The horse man gripped the razor and prepared to chase after him.

"The hour has come, sacrifice the flag!" The voice of the Miao people came from the altar again.

"You're lucky!" Ma Daoren stopped stupidly and shouted, "Look! He retracted his evil breath and walked towards the large urn directly opposite the altar.

At this moment, Qinglong is no longer able to move, but he still retains a trace of consciousness, which should be the willpower that people who practice martial arts have been exercising all year round, and this consciousness is currently struggling to support Qinglong's brain, trying not to let himself faint.

I saw the little Taoist priests in the outermost part of the world, one by one, their hands rose and fell, and in an instant, the heads of people in the place, how high the blood on their necks spurted out, and they immediately dyed the soul attraction flags red. These are the apprentices and clansmen of the people in the urn, and these folk exorcists are pitiful, not only could not save the people this time, but also buried their own and their apprentices' lives in vain.

Qinglong secretly said in his heart, my life is over! The Miao man on the stage opened his arms, and then knelt down in front of the altar, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, Ma Daoren quickened his pace to the front of the urn, and pulled out a monk from it as soon as he stretched out his hand, and Qinglong looked at it fixedly, this person was the Huibao Zen Master of Baohua Temple. Before the poor monk opened his eyes, he was stabbed into the artery in his neck by Zhang Daoren, and the blood gushed out at that time, and he couldn't live.

After killing Zen Master Huibao, Zhang Daoren did not stop, but ran quickly towards the next big urn. Just when Zhang Daoren was about to arrive at the big urn, a dark iron piercing nail shot out not far away, and went straight to Zhang Daoren's front door.

Zhang Daoren is also very good, and he dodged the heart-piercing nail on an iron plate bridge. After dodging, he stood up straight and found that the four people rushing in front of him were the team led by Mao Zuwang.

In fact, Mao Zuwang found this place before Qinglong, and like Qinglong, Mao Zuwang didn't dare to act rashly, quietly hiding in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity. Mao Zuwang knows that he is definitely not the opponent of Zhang Daoren and the living dead, that's right, that Miao person is the seriously injured Ma Guiyuan, Mao Zuwang left Maoshan in anger, and he is also the enemy that Mao Zuwang has been looking for.

When the living dead on the altar saw Mao Zuwang and the others killed, they just smiled slightly, did not get up, but continued to kneel there. And the little Taoist priests who were wielding ghost head knives around them began to run to the other big urns, seeing that Jiashi was preparing to kill the exorcists in the big urn instead of Zhang Daoren.

After seeing these little Taoists, Mao Zuwang blocked Zhang Laodao's way, while the remaining three iron guards went straight to those little Taoists.

Mao Zuwang's expression was calm, but in fact he was anxious, pretending to be like that anyway. Above the altar is the enemy he has been looking for for many years, and the big urn is the senior brother he has not met for many years, if he can't clean up the old Zhang Dao in front of him as soon as possible, then the life of the senior brother is difficult to protect, and the enemy he has been looking for for many years may disappear again.

Mao Zuwang didn't wait for the other party to stand firm, and as soon as he made a move, it was his own trick. Biting off the index finger and smearing it on the peachwood sword, seven black paper talismans were tied to the tail of the peachwood sword, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the black paper talisman, and then the left hand pinched the five thunders with one hand and rushed forward.

What is sealed in these seven black paper talismans is either the remnant of the spirit beast or the remnant soul of the big demon, which can be said to be Mao Zuwang's mastery. Mao Zuwang used his seven spirits to control the seven ghosts that came out of the seven black paper talismans, only retaining one soul to control the body, and the remaining two souls injected soul power into the peach wood sword and rushed towards Zhang Laodao, basically Mao Zuwang at this time had reached the level of unity of human sword.

Looking at Mao Zuwang who rushed over, Zhang Daoren didn't dare to hold it up. After all, Mao Weidao, who he just dealt with, can only be regarded as a half-asser in this industry, and Mao Zuwang can be regarded as a grandmaster-level figure. Therefore, Zhang Daoren stabilized his body, pinched his hands as thunder, and then pointed at the direction that Mao Zuwang was rushing from at the same time, and clouds of black mist began to pour out from Zhang Daoren's cuffs.

This time, Qinglong saw that it was quite clear, where was the evil qi coming out of Zhang Daoren's cuffs, it was clear that the souls of those who had become zombies had failed to ascend to heaven, and they were gathered together by Zhang Daoren in some way, injecting hatred, forming a huge soul of resentment, and rushing towards Mao Zuwang.

to be continued