South of Jiangshui County, at the door of Chen's house.

Yi Bai was entrenched not far from the doorway, his erect pupils staring straight at the door.

The samurai had already gone in and subdued the Painted Skin.

I don't know what the situation is now.

It's been a while since the samurai went in.

Yi Bai was really worried about whether the samurai would be able to do it.

But no matter whether the samurai can do it or not, he can't get in, the door god is in the way, and he can't get in unless he spits again.

But he was worried that his rash invasion of people's houses would cause panic among the owners of the house.

If the samurai still doesn't move, I'll go in and see." ’

Yi Bai's pupils glowed with cold light, and the cyan scales on his body shone brightly in the moonlight.

He waited another hour and a half.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to enter this Chen family's house.

Bang bang bang......

Violent fighting sounds.

"Help! Ghosts! ”

Accompanied by the sound of fighting, there were also shrill shouts of people.

Yi Bai was stunned, he didn't expect the movement to be so big.

He hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The samurai flew upside down from the house, his whole body much more illusory.

"Dragon Seed, go to the City God Temple to move the rescuers! This ghost has become the climate! ”

The samurai breathed dying and shouted with all his might.

Became the climate?

Yi Bai sighed in his heart.

If the monster wants to be called the climate, then it has to condense the demon pill, and only if you have the demon pill will it be said to be the climate.

Became a ghost of the climate.

Is it equivalent to the big demon that condenses the demon pill?

'This skin ghost has become the climate, the mouse, and the little ghost? No, that rat, I'm afraid he has also been deceived! ’

Eber knew that he couldn't escape from an exposed and weathered ghost.

He curled up and struck an attacking stance, like a bow with a full string, ready to strike.

Under his strict guard.

Bang dang.

The gate of Chen's house was opened.

A hunchbacked old woman walked out of Chen's house.

A small slit opened on the old woman's forehead, which was wrinkled like dead tree bark, and a rich purple qi diffused from it.

The ghost is purple.

This ghost's ghost spirit is no weaker than the old fox and the mouse!

Trouble.

Yi Bai was ready to retreat to the Red Moon World.

It's just that he was afraid that the samurai lying on the ground would be harmed.

Yi Bai thought calmly, and after a while, while exuding his demonic aura, he said to the warrior: "Go back to the City God Temple, I will delay here for a while." ”

When he spoke, he was also staring at the old woman, for fear that the painter would break out.

"Be careful."

The samurai said weakly and headed back in the direction of the City God Temple.

The old woman sat and watched everything, and did not stop it, but looked at Yi Bai with a very strange look.

"I've cultivated so far, traveled to the three counties, and eaten no less than a hundred people, how dare you stop me, you little demon?"

The old woman asked.

Its words and deeds are calm, but an invisible killing force has already fallen on Yi Bai.

For the first time, Yi Bai felt so clearly, what is called killing intent.

This invisible but real thing made his whole body tense and worried.

He knew that the strength of this painted skin ghost must be far beyond his imagination.

He couldn't hold back.

Yi Bai thought about it, and didn't know how to stop the painter.

The old woman knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, so she planned to kill Yi Bai and leave.

In an instant, the old woman fell lightly in front of Yi Bai like a piece of paper, and her hand grew several feet of sharp claws, grabbing at him seven inches.

Yibai didn't react at all.

By the time he could react, the Paintman had rushed to him.

When its claws were about to fall seven inches on him.

In Yi Bai's mind, the golden word 'A' instantly completed the visualization.

He opened his mouth wide and struggled to spit out a sound.

“a！！”

Like a flood bell and a big Lu, it resounded throughout the street.

A wave of qi centered on Yi Bai's body and swept in all directions.

"Ahhh What the hell are you!! ”

The nearest painter let out a cry of pain and was knocked dozens of meters away by the air wave.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The painted skin ghost fell to the ground, and the human skin fell to the ground like a piece of clothing, revealing its true face.

It was a black thing, pig-like, bloated and terrifying.

Yi Bai felt scared for a while, he didn't expect this skin ghost to be so fast, he didn't even have time to react.

Fortunately, he has been visualizing the word 'A' for a long time, and he can automatically visualize it, otherwise it would be really difficult to be good.

He looked at the painter again with wariness.

As soon as the ghost rushed up, he used the word 'A' to contemplate the idea.

He also discovered that his idea of contemplating the word 'A' had become stronger after he continued to contemplate it.

This skin ghost has become the climate, but in the end, he is naturally restrained by the Buddha's idea of the word "A", and it is difficult for the skin ghost to kill him.

But it won't be easy for him to kill this skinner.

But he dragged it, and when all the tolerances on the side of the City God Temple came, this painted skin ghost would definitely die.

"You, what the hell are you, why do you know the spells of Buddhism!!"

The bloated body of the Paintskin Ghost shook and roared.

The cry is lacking in breath, and he is afraid of the breath of Buddhism.

"Didn't you recognize me as a Buddhist magician, why did you ask me who I am?"

Yi Bai spoke, trying his best to delay the painter.

"You...... Nearby Buddhism, there is only Jiming Temple! Are you from Jiming Temple?! How can Jiming Temple raise demons, this can't be ......"

The Paintboy seemed to be questioning himself.

Hear this.

Yi Bai quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Now that you've arranged my identity, then I know where my spells come from.

"Now that you know, then you should know how bad what you have done, and your sins will be rewarded in the end!"

Yi Bai spoke, staring at the painter.

"No, I was killed when I was alive, why doesn't anyone say that sins will be rewarded in the end? I'm not reconciled! I'm going to eat everybody, I don't want to be bullied anymore!! ”

The Paintskin shouted hysterically.

After speaking, the painted skin ghost ran towards the outside of the street, but he didn't dare to fight with Yi Bai, who was wrapped in the aura of Buddhism.

Its body was bloated, but it was like paper, and it walked away lightly.

Yi Bai didn't dare to stop it.

At his level, he really fights, and he really can't stop this skin ghost.

Yi Bai could only watch the painted ghost leave.

But just as the Paintboy was about to leave.

Wow!

A silver lock flew through the air, smashing through the Skinner, locking it and slamming it into the ground.

"Evil obstacles, don't die yet!"

A scolding, a thunderbolt from the sky.

Eber turned his head to look.

A burly man with bulging eyes and fangs, extremely fierce, with a golden hoop on his head, a blue robe, a green face, and a silver lock in his hand.

The ghostly aura that almost soared into the sky permeated his body.

Yi Bai looked at the other party's appearance, and he already had a guess about the identity of the other party......