Chapter Seventy-Two: The Taoist Who Can't Help Himself

Ye Xiaofei struggled, and couldn't say half a sentence except for the sound of mumping.

The ghost Taoist priest's eyes were red and his beard was flying, like a demon descending, and he didn't seem to want to hear Ye Xiaofei say more.

"Boy, you are looking for your own death!"

"Smack!"

Just when Ye Xiaofei thought that he was going to die, something suddenly hit the ghost Taoist priest's chest.

Blazing.

The strength of the ghost Taoist priest's hand was loosened.

Ye Xiaofei took a deep breath, immediately raised the pig-killing knife, and stabbed it towards the chest of the ghost Taoist!

Burst!

It's like a physical entity.

The ghost Taoist suddenly took two steps back, his appearance became more and more hideous, he glanced at He Lanxue who fell to the ground, and roared loudly: "Okay, a little policewoman dares to touch me?" Die! ”

A gust of wind blew suddenly.

The ghost Taoist priest grasped the void, grabbed a sword, threw it forward, and stabbed straight towards Helan Xue.

"Sister Beauty, get out of the way!"

Ye Xiaofei was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to block it.

At the same time, he threw the seven killing talismans of gods and ghosts in his hand forward, and read aloud: "The Taishang Heavenly Monarch has a divine prescription for killing ghosts, and the ancestor is ominous, and the mountaineering stone is cracked with a seal, and he wears a canopy on his head!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the Seven Killing Talisman of Gods and Ghosts suddenly shot out a yellow light, and swooped straight into the chest of the Ghost Daoist.

"Ahh

The ghost priest screamed, and his figure suddenly flashed back, and slammed into the red lacquer coffin.

The whole coffin shook violently twice.

Ye Xiaofei's heart eased, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm, and when he looked down, he found that the sword of the ghost Taoist priest was inserted in his arm.

Helan Xue had just recovered her breath, and after hitting the ghost Taoist with a plow iron, she didn't expect that the ghost Taoist would use a sword to kill herself.

Helan Xue watched the sword fly straight towards her, and was about to close her eyes and wait for death, but when she saw Ye Xiaofei suddenly blocking in front of her, she didn't feel her heart tremble.

After a brief reaction, Helan Xue shouted: "Little god stick, you, are you okay?" ”

Where is the time to care about anything at this time?

The ghost Taoist priest was injured by the Seven Killing Talismans of Gods and Ghosts, and was unable to turn into a soul body and escape.

Ignoring the pain in his arm, Ye Xiaofei pulled out his sword, took two quick steps, and approached the ghost Taoist priest, brushing it against the ghost Taoist's chest.

"Flying Tiger Dao Chief, why are you helping to abuse?"

The ghost Taoist priest shuddered incessantly, and a scar the size of a bowl slowly appeared on his chest that was originally intact.

The scar looked like it had been burned, it should have been injured by his own thunder talisman before.

The figure of the ghost Taoist priest faded, staring directly at Ye Xiaofei, and did not resist, but smiled dismally: "Jiji, there is still someone who knows that I am the Flying Tiger Dao Master?" Haha, it's not easy! ”

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "But, even if I am the Flying Tiger Dao Master, what can I do? I want to use blood as a sacrifice to seal that terrible ghost, but in the end, I am not being used, and my soul cannot be liberated, so I can only live by absorbing the soul of a woman? ”

"Haha, haha, good! Unexpectedly, today I was defeated in the hands of a stinky kid! It's really worthy of being Wang Junguang's old immortal true disciple! ”

The ghost Taoist priest smiled, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Ye Xiaofei was stunned, he didn't understand how the ghost Taoist suddenly looked like this?

The originally hideous ghost Taoist priest slowly returned to the appearance of when he died.

On the neck, there was a clear cut mark, which was obviously caused by suicide when he died.

Ye Xiaofei didn't dare to be careless, and asked coldly, "Who is Wang Junguang?" What true disciples? ”

This time it was the turn of the ghost Taoist priest to be stunned: "What, you have his dragon and tiger seal, and you don't even know about Wang Junguang?" Who are you, who are you? ”

For Wang Junguang, of course Ye Xiaofei knows.

Wang Junguang is the person who wrote the seven signatures of the clouds, the skeleton in the stone cave.

However, I didn't expect this Flying Tiger Dao Master to know.

Looking at the ghost Taoist, Ye Xiaofei reached out and took out the yin and yang iron piece hanging on his chest: "You say this is the dragon and tiger seal?" ”

As soon as he saw the Yin Yang Iron Piece, the Ghost Daoist immediately showed fear on his face, and retreated in fear, as if he suddenly understood something, pointed at Ye Xiaofei and shouted, "Could it be that Wang Junguang is dead?" ”

Ye Xiaofei didn't answer, and said coldly: "Flying Tiger Daoist, I don't want to kill you today, I heard Luo Chengan say that you are not evil, but why did you hurt a lot after death?" If you are willing to change your ways, I will help you to go beyond it. ”

When the ghost Taoist priest heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then laughed: "Chaodu? Haha, boy, can you surpass me with a little bit of three-legged cat work? Haha, that's ridiculous! If I hadn't been injured by the Dragon Tiger Seal, you think I would have been defeated by you? It's ridiculously tight! ”

"Haha, I know that I am deeply sinful, not only can I not fall into reincarnation, but I can't even go back to Longhu Mountain, I just want to get rid of this endless torture."

As he spoke, the ghost Taoist priest slowly stood up, pointed to the red lacquered coffin and said, "Boy, if you really want to help me, kill me with a sword, bury my bones in the grave of that old ghost, and save me from endless torture." ”

Ye Xiaofei heard it in a fog, and he didn't know why: "What do you mean?" ”

"Haha, boy, do you think I want to kill? Do you think I don't want to get out of here? ”

As the ghost Taoist priest spoke, his soul trembled.

And the scar on his chest gradually grew larger, like a fire that continued to devour the ghost Taoist.

The ghost Taoist priest's face was extremely painful, and he looked extremely weak: "Little, boy, I, I can die today at the hands of Wang Junguang's disciples, and it can be regarded as a turn, you, you must remember to be careful"

"Whoosh!"

A cloudy wind suddenly swirled.

Ye Xiaofei only felt that his eyes flickered, and the soul of the ghost Taoist priest dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Ye Xiaofei didn't understand what was going on, so he couldn't help but be stunned, and shouted loudly: "Flying Tiger Dao Chief, you, where have you been?" ”

However, there was no more sound.

It seems that the ghost Taoist was first injured by the dragon and tiger seal, and then hit hard by the plow iron and the pig-killing knife one after another, and finally was fatally killed by the gods and ghosts Seven Killing Talismans, and could no longer support the existence of the soul.

As soon as the ghost Taoist priest died, the female ghosts nearby whined and screamed, flying around like headless flies, but they didn't escape.

Ye Xiaofei listened to those ghost screams, only felt that his scalp was numb, and he almost fainted.

Helan Xue was still shocked by everything just now, and when she saw that Ye Xiaofei was about to fall, she hurriedly ran over, grabbed Ye Xiaofei, and said urgently: "Little god stick, you don't want to die?" I dare to pull out my sword, and I am not afraid of losing blood and dying! ”

While complaining, Helan Xue hesitated slightly, unbuttoned the police uniform, tore the shirt inside with a stab, and quickly bandaged Ye Xiaofei.

Ye Xiaofei's face was a little pale, but his mind was full of puzzlement, looking at those female ghosts who were wandering and refusing to leave, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

When I looked up, I saw a girl in pajamas floating behind the red lacquered coffin.

The girl looked at Ye Xiaofei and then at Helan Xue, seemingly extremely frightened, but she didn't dare to lean forward.

Ye Xiaofei recognized it at a glance.

That girl was the soul of one of the girls who committed suicide by cutting her wrists in the girls' dormitory building.

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