In the courtyard of the inn, Wu Dachuan tried his best to fight with his opponent.

Both of them are nine-rank martial artists, their strength and speed are similar, and the weapons they use are the same, and no one can help anyone for a while.

On the other side, the Jiupin warrior who was besieged by a group of officers and soldiers was much more powerful, and a broad-bladed knife hung with the wind, and he could cut down a servant with a single sword.

Within a short time, more than a dozen people were cut to the ground.

The death and wounding of their companions made the other officials more and more frightened, and the momentum of the siege was gone, and they began to fear.

Group fighting, what is important is a momentum.

Besiege and kill the other party in one go, if hundreds of officers and soldiers can charge without fear of death, the Jiupin martial artists will also be dragged to death.

But these officers and soldiers are not soldiers after all, and they don't have much training on weekdays, so it's no problem to catch some ruffians and thieves, and when they encounter fierce Jiupin martial artists, they will immediately fall behind.

The besieged warrior showed murderous intent in his eyes, and crossed the crowd to stare at the little county lord.

"Capture the thief and capture the king!"

He flicked a false knife to scare back the officials who rushed up, and he was about to rush out of the crowd and kill Mu Qingyao.

Just took two steps, and the back of the heart was pierced by a black sword!

Burst!

How high a line of blood collapsed!

"Where do you want to go, I haven't taught you how to write yet."

A cold voice came from behind the man.

Yun Que turned to the other party, grabbed this person's finger and wrote a word still stained with blood.

"Dead ......"

The nine-rank martial artist who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth struggled to read out the blood-colored characters in front of him.

Click!!

Yun Que's hand rose and fell, and the opponent's head fell to the ground!

This happy slaughter, seeing a group of officials shouting good, only felt very relieved.

Ma Yong and Niu didn't just look at it.

I all know that Yun Que is powerful at killing demons, but I didn't expect to be so powerful at killing.

The two were ambushed, and the remaining warriors wearing small hats were immediately confused, and Wu Dachuan took the opportunity to kick the other party over with a whip leg, and the long knife was put on the opponent's neck.

Captured!

A group of officials rushed over and tied up the little hat warrior.

The overall situation has been decided, and the county commander Ma Yong immediately shook his spirits, re-entered the hospital, and made a majestic and unyielding appearance, as if he was killing the Quartet just now, and planned to ask for credit in front of the county lord.

It doesn't take much, as long as the county lord of Lingyun speaks so loudly in front of the emperor in the future, his small county order will be able to rise to prominence.

"Bold fanatic! Dare to kill people in Zangshi Town, it is a heinous crime! ”

Ma Yong pointed to the captured warrior and said, "Someone!" Put him in prison and torture! ”

Wu Dachuan received the order and took people away.

Niu Bucai said in a low voice:

"It's better for adults to torture on the spot, it's easy to have long nights and dreams when you are put in prison, and their tooth card is not small."

Ma Yong hesitated.

The tooth card represents that there is a force behind this group of people, and there may be a way to get people.

Ma Yong wanted to show himself in front of the county lord and solve the case as soon as possible, so he decided to interrogate him immediately.

"Come on! Serve with a stick and beat him until he tells the truth! Ma Yong commanded.

The three classes of officials in the county government were all there, and many people were killed in a vicious battle just now, and all of them were colleagues, and they had no place to vent their anger, so they immediately rushed up to more than a dozen people, and they were about to start fighting.

The warrior wearing a small hat had a bloody face and roared with a hideous expression:

"Don't bother, just ask!"

Ma Yong was overjoyed, pretending to be majestic and said: "Who are you, what is the purpose of coming to my Tibetan Stone Town to kill the people!" ”

The little hat warrior sneered, "I'm your grandfather!" Born to kill! Hahaha! ”

Ma Yong was furious and shouted:

"Dare to insult this officer! Call me! ”

Wu Dachuan was angry and Dantian roared, and broke the opponent's leg with a stick.

He is a nine-rank martial artist, and he knows that he can only restrain the opponent by abolishing the enemy's hands and feet.

The other officials also died.

The sticks rained down, and the little hat warrior was quickly beaten to the ground and dying.

The nine-rank body refining martial artist has an amazing physique, but the muscles and bones are not strengthened, and they are not resistant to fighting.

When the little hat warrior was about to be beaten to death, he suddenly roared fiercely:

"The red candle is not extinguished! Lotus Terrace lasts forever! ”

The little hat warrior suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and actually destroyed his dantian, and his internal breath reversed and rushed straight to his heart, coupled with the serious injuries on his body, he swallowed his breath in an instant.

Suicide!

For the strange slogan shouted by this person before he died, the people present were inexplicable, and they had never heard it, so they didn't know what it meant.

"The murderers are all killed, justice is in the world!"

Ma Yong was arrogant first, and then hurriedly said: "The county lord was frightened, and asked the county lord to go to the yamen to rest for a while." ”

Mu Qingyao shook her head slowly, her eyes always staring at the little hat warrior who had just choked, with a strange melancholy in her eyes.

Ma Yong followed the gaze of the little county lord, and then trembled.

Lord Lingyun can see ghosts!

There was no one in the yard.

Everyone followed Mu Qingyao's gaze, slowly moved, and finally looked at the door of the inn together.

"Danger, get out of here!"

Mu Qingyao suddenly said solemnly.

Although Ma Yong couldn't see the source of the danger, he believed in the early warning of the little county lord, and turned around and fled from the courtyard without saying a word.

Niu Bucai's speed was faster, and he was the first to rush out with his little feet stepping on the county order.

Wu Dachuan and a group of officers and soldiers retreated one after another, staring at the door of the inn in disbelief.

Only Yun Que stood still and did not move.

In the dimly lit inn, a cold wind blew.

The whirring wind was like the cry of an evil spirit, and the ears of the people tingled when they heard it.

Mu Qingyao came to Yun Que's side and said in a low voice:

"I can feel a strong resentment converging, something terrible is forming, and the soul of the warrior in the courtyard just now was sucked into the inn by this resentment."

"Yes, let's see."

Yun Que took a step and re-entered the inn.

His actions made everyone behind him impressed.

Wu Dachuan admired it even more, and he had to throw himself to the ground.

Brother Yun is Brother Yun, not only his combat power is amazing, but his courage is even more amazing.

This kind of haunted house-like terrible place, people don't care as if they are visiting the door!

In the inn, the body of the bald man had been strangely shriveled, leaving only skin and bones, and the flesh and blood seemed to have been drained by some kind of force.

The bald head was more than doubled, and the scalp was covered with earthworm-like gray lines, dense and shocking.

"It's a Soul Sealing Spell!"

Mu Qingyao saw the truth at a glance and said in surprise: "The soul sealing spell is used to seal the soul, this person has sealed a large number of yin souls on the scalp, and the number will not be less than a hundred, it should be the souls of the people he killed." ”

"Raise so many ghosts in your head, and you're not afraid of dying." Yun Que didn't care about the way.

Mu Qingyao hurriedly said: "His main soul is fusing these yin souls, and he is about to generate evil spirits!" Evil spirits are even more dangerous than eight-rank martial artists! ”

As soon as the words fell, shadows of different sizes appeared on the top of the bald head.

These shadows can only be seen by Mu Qingyao, they are human souls with different appearances!

Hundreds of living souls twisted and fused with each other, forming a behemoth, with eight hands and three heads, shaped like evil ghosts!

In the middle is a huge bald head, with green fangs, hideous and terrifying.

When the monster fused into the Yin Soul appeared, the dim inn became as dark as night, and the wind was howling, and the ghost was full of ghosts!

Mu Qingyao relied on his psychic body, which could resist such a terrifying ghostly aura, and if he was replaced by an ordinary person like the county order, his sanity would be damaged at best, and his soul would be destroyed at worst.

The evil spirit is done!

Mu Qingyao's pretty face turned pale as paper.

This level of evil spirit is even more terrifying than the three-eyed demon wolf on the mountain, and ordinary people can't resist it, not to mention, even Wu Dachuan and other nine-rank martial artists can't match it.

When an eight-rank martial artist encounters it, he has to retreat!

Unless you reach the seventh rank of refining divine martial arts, your divine soul is extremely powerful, and you can compete with powerful evil spirits.

"No wonder this guy said that he would be stronger when he died, and it turned out that he would be a corpse."

Yun Que smiled and asked Mu Qingyao to wait outside.

After Mu Qingyao left the inn in disbelief, Yun Que stood at the door, facing the group of officers and soldiers outside the courtyard gate, and slowly closed the door with a smile.

Crunch.

The sound of the door closing made Ma Yongniu and the others feel cold.

Wu Dachuan subconsciously swallowed and foamed.

What is it called?

This is called the audacity of the artist!

Knowing that there were terrifying demons in the house, and locking himself inside, Wu Dachuan had a strong desire to give Yun Que a knock.

With this courage alone, no one is unconvinced!

Mu Qingyao was always a little worried, squeezed her little hands tightly, and sweated for Yun Que.

She has an extremely keen sense of spirits.

I know how terrible the evil spirits that form in the inn are.

That's a kind of powerful ghost that can kill ninth-grade or even eighth-grade monks!

Once possessed, the soul of the living will be destroyed in an instant, and he will become a walking corpse.

The power of the evil spirit, Mu Qingyao was deeply touched, she had seen the terrifying scene of the evil spirit raging with her own eyes, it could be called purgatory!

The small inn exudes a chilling cold atmosphere.

The temperature around the inn dropped suddenly, like winter coming.

Everyone outside subconsciously began to retreat, and even a ninth-rank martial artist like Wu Dachuan couldn't bear such a cold air.

When the people retreated in fear, a dazzling light and shadow stained the inn windows into blood!

The moment the blood exploded, the people outside all closed their eyes and covered their eyes.

Mu Qingyao also subconsciously closed her eyes and covered her eyelids with her hands, and then she remembered what Yun Que had said.

'In the presence of enough evil spirits, ghosts, it's a joke!' ’

In an instant, Mu Qingyao guessed what the dazzling blood light in the inn was.

It's not a sword light, it's not an evil spirit, it's an evil spirit!

Soaring evil spirit!

The blood flashed, and the inn fell silent, and there was no movement.

The cold air that had enveloped the entire courtyard before also disappeared.

No one dares to act rashly.

Wu Dachuan and other officials cautiously grasped their swords, as if they were facing a great enemy.

After waiting for a while, seeing Yun Que coming out, Mu Qingyao was the first to push open the door of the inn.

In the inn,

Yun Que was squatting next to the shriveled corpse of the bald man, rummaging for something, and muttering in his mouth.

"I've examined the corpse for several years, but I can be regarded as the first hand, what an eight-grade martial artist, a poor ghost......"

After rummaging for a long time, there was no valuable treasure, and only two hundred taels of silver tickets were found.

In fact, this point has long been expected.

After all, in addition to being despised by other cultivation systems, martial artists will also be given a lot of negative affixes in front of the word martial arts.

Reckless, silly, stupid, stupid is the most common, and there are even more ugly poor, cheap, smelly, and so on.

And poverty is actually the truest portrayal of a warrior.

Takefu was mostly poor.

A handy weapon, plus silver taels, is all net worth.

Whenever he finds something good such as some elixir spiritual materials, the martial artist will use it as soon as possible to enhance the body.

After all, the stronger the body, the stronger the strength, and there is basically no situation where you don't need to keep good things in your pocket.

It's the same with cloud shortage.

Over the years, the money exchanged for demon hunting has all been replaced with materials for boiling qi and blood, and the pocket is cleaner than the face.

Finding nothing good, Yun Que took the broken hook and sickle by the way.

I heard that this thing costs a lot of iron, and even if it breaks, it should be able to sell for a lot of money.

Seeing that Yun Que was safe and sound, but the evil spirit disappeared completely, Mu Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief.

The little county lord felt something at this moment, turned around, and looked at a corner of the courtyard.

The ghost of the woman in the well was bowing to the door of the inn, and then it gradually dimmed and disappeared completely.

The great revenge is avenged, and the soul is gone.

Putting away the silver ticket and the hook and sickle, Yun Que looked at the getting late sky, and said:

"It's at least two days away from Baiyu City, I can't go today, so I'll start tomorrow."

"It's up to you." Mu Qing Yao said.

"Aren't you very knowledgeable?" Yun Que asked.

"I don't dare to be knowledgeable, I really haven't read a lot of books, and I've basically read all the books in Dajin." Mu Qing Yao said.

"Come with me somewhere, there's something special to help you identify." Cloud lacks a way.