Seeing that this trick was more effective, Bai Ze stretched out his hand and picked up another jar of black dog blood from the table, taking advantage of the abscess-like dog blood and black mud on the body of the clay man**, and shook it hard, and the black dog blood jar shattered on his face.

The air made a "sizzling sound" of sulphuric acid burning, and the clay people howled miserably in the sky, and the clay skulls rotted and collapsed into pitch-black debris.

After suffering a heavy blow, the headless body of the soil man became even more clumsy, and he was stabbed by Bai Ze one after another, and the dirt in the house was splashed, and the sound of hard objects cutting was endless.

In a few moments, the clay man's body was in tatters, and the black smoke was about to make the house foggy, and as the strong wind blew, the last of the oil lamps in the house swayed, and the faint green smoke was extinguished.

The darkness didn't have the slightest effect on the two non-humans, a pair of black and red ghost eyes floated in the air, and Bai Ze took advantage of the moment when the headless earth man was slow to half a beat, and stabbed three swords into his newly condensed earth knees one after another.

Black smoke emitted, ghosts howled, and the dirt cracked, and one of the dirt man's calves broke off his limb and shattered into a clod of dirt on the ground.

The clay man's body was crooked, and he fell to the ground, and he could no longer maintain his huge body due to successive injuries, and a large area of dirt splashed in all directions, accumulating into a mound of dirt on the ground, and the clay man turned into a palm-sized clay puppet again, and his hands were digging in the dirt to escape.

In the eyes of the ghosts, everything in the house was clear, Bai Ze pierced the earth with a sword, pierced the clay puppet as a chest in the screams of the ghosts, picked out the hole, and cut it in half in half in the air.

The two clay puppets emitted black smoke and fell to the ground screaming. But it kept moving up and down as if it wanted to get together, Bai Ze was afraid that it would get up again, and the sword light danced, dismantling the clay puppet into eight pieces.

The clods of dirt scattered all over the ground were still wriggling again, Bai Ze opened a jar of black dog blood, splashed it, and a large cloud of smoke came out of the ground, filling the entire house, and those clods of dirt broke into broken soil, and never moved again.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the crackling sound of the rain hitting the plantain was incessant. Bai Ze stood quietly, his chest rising and falling violently, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the entire space.

Fang Cai's battle was far from being as easy as it seemed, even though under the suppression of the dragon qi in the capital, the paper clay puppets could not use any spells, but their own talent realm was there, even if Bai Ze completely calculated and restrained these two ghosts and did not give them any chance, it was still not easy to win.

When the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped into the air, Bai Ze's left ear moved slightly, and the sound of pushing open the wooden door in the rain outside the window "squeak~awkward" came very subtly from the small courtyard next door.

Bai Ze kicked open the door of the house and broke into the rain. The rain drenched him for a moment, and Bai Ze crossed to the half-human-high courtyard wall, and the figures of the Qingling Taoist and the thin Taoist came into view one after the other.

In the dark night of the rainy night, Bai Ze's black and red ghost eyes on the wall were very conspicuous, as if he was a Yama who came to ask for his life.

The thin Daoist suddenly felt an extreme palpitation, and subconsciously pulled the Qingling Daoist in front of him.

A crisp sound of "bang" blended into the noise of the rainy night, and a bright color shone in the darkness for a moment, and the body of the Qingling Taoist priest trembled involuntarily as if it had been hit hard. The robe was stuck to his chest, but the rain left behind was a wisp of red.

The thin Taoist's pupils vibrate, and he casually threw the human shield on the ground, quickly retreated into the house, and closed the door deadly.

The Qingling Taoist priest lay in the muddy water, the blood spread in his chest, his limbs twitched a few times, and then there was no sound, and the cold rain quickly took away the last trace of temperature, and only one corpse remained on the ground.

The hands of the thin Taoist hiding in the house trembled slightly, half nervous, the other half excited. How many years have passed! This feeling of hanging by a thread has reappeared. He was sure that the thing that made a loud noise and almost killed him just now must be the treasure that killed the four demons in the tower and attracted the catastrophe.

"There is such a powerful magic weapon in this world, it can be fatal with one blow without the urging of spiritual power. The thin Taoist's eyes flickered, and a trace of madness floated into his heart, "As long as I have this thing, the painting immortal Zhai will definitely be destroyed in my hands!"

The thin Taoist patted the ghost bag on his waist, took out a puppet from it and threw it outside the courtyard, and a little black smoke floated out of the ghost bag and spread into the air.

Gradually, the black smoke froze, faintly emitting a heavy ghost roar, swept towards the outside of the courtyard, the wooden door was smashed into pieces by the black smoke in the blink of an eye, the black smoke rolled up the puppet, and the hideous ghost higher than the eaves of the house will appear in the world with the spirit of the forest, a pair of red eyes the size of a porcelain bowl flashed with anger, staring at the sky.

There was a faint whistling sound in the sky, and the nearby dragon qi condensed in the sky, turning into a golden dragon. In the past few days, there are always demons and ghosts who come here to provoke, Xiaolong is very angry, and he gulps down the spiritual beliefs of the people around him to the orthodox royal family, and swells a few times, making him appear more upright.

The ghost will be the broken ghost armor that could not cover the pitch-black belly, showing a significant bulge, the surging ghost qi condensed on his body, as he looked up to the sky and opened his big mouth, let out a muffled thunderous scream, the ghost qi also turned into a sharp sword and swept up.

You can see that with the ghost general's mouth as the center, there is a layer of invisible shock ripples, and the rain falling in the sky is shaken out by this ripple, with the ghost general as the center, the sky within a radius of 100 meters suddenly clears, and after a while, the rain continues to fall in this area.

The little dragon in the sky was stabbed by the ghost qi giant sword, and its body instantly dissipated, and the dispersed dragon qi tumbled, and there was a faint invisible roar coming from it.

The shock wave swept over Bai Ze not far away in an instant, Bai Ze was shaken up and down, and he was stunned for a moment, a little blood flowed out of his ears and nose, and he suddenly became struggling.

It was not easy for the ghost general to deliver this blow, the red ghost eyes of the bowl were much darker, and the huge body sat on the ground with a "boom", letting out a gasp like a cow.

Bai Ze spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes returned to clarity, and the moment the dragon qi was defeated, the thin Taoist in the room had already pinched the magic trick, and the window suddenly opened, and three pitch-black ghost stabs attacked Bai Ze's head, chest and abdomen.

In the eyes of the gods and ghosts, the three ghost thorns had nowhere to hide, Bai Ze's left hand faintly formed a layer of white soft hair, and two pink fox fires swirled between the palms of his hands, hitting towards the three ghost thorns. The two collided, and the two ghost thorns dissipated abruptly, and the black color of the only remaining ghost thorn also dissipated a lot.

Bai Ze looked directly at the only remaining ghost thorn, and looked down the open window, the corners of the thin Taoist in the room curled slightly, revealing a smug smile.

Bai Ze was shocked in his heart, and looked at it fixedly, the two defeated ghost thorns only dissipated the aura on the outside, revealing the transparent spirit spikes inside, turning into a trace and merging into the last ghost thorn.