The demon soul was slightly stunned, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he didn't say much. It's just that while secretly lucky, he quietly glanced at the waists and legs of those men.

It's the shopkeeper who hasn't talked to him for a few months, and at this time he was curious, and he couldn't stop talking when he opened the chatterbox. But after seeing him stunned for a long time, he spread his hands out, and said slowly in a very regretful tone: "The Escape God King is too, normal ghosts know that his arms can't twist his thighs, he has to twist it, isn't this looking for death?"

After speaking, it was a long sigh.

"The Escape God King just did what he had to do, and there was no way. The ghosts in the house didn't say anything, but the demon spirit shook his wine glass, looked at the bright ripples in the cup under the light of the candle flame, and slowly asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The shopkeeper was stunned again, and when he recalled the words of the demon soul, the incomprehensible color gradually appeared; before he could speak, the shortest of the five men asked the demon soul in a deep voice: "This is a minister against the king, is it right?"

In the air outside the house, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

"Hahaha. The demon soul laughed wildly a few times, and then asked in a deep voice: "The minister of the Tao is against the king of the undao, why not?" He never glanced at the man while speaking, but a faint murderous aura appeared between his eyebrows.

As he spoke, a gust of wind blew, blowing open all the doors and windows of the store, which were still closed, sweeping up the dust on the ground and slamming it on every oil lamp in the store.

In an instant, the wind blew out, and the store was plunged into darkness, and the shopkeeper exclaimed.

Immediately after, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground was heard in the darkness, and the clanging of swords followed.

The cold sword light flew horizontally, and after a few sparks flashed in the darkness, a scream came, and the lights in the store turned on again, only to see that most of the neat tables and chairs had been lying on the ground, shattered into countless pieces of wood.

The shopkeeper's body was already in a different place, and on the headless body that still stood and did not fall, there were a few more bloody cuts in his chest.

The twisted facial features and hideous countenance on the side of the head were terrifying, and there was still a look of horror in the wide eyes.

The five men had already gotten up and gathered around the shopkeeper's body, each holding a hook knife in his hand. And the old and the young, but as steady as Mount Tai, still sitting in place.

The demon was already hanging upside down from the roof, its feet clinging to the beams in the middle of the house, and the cloak and hat on its body were long gone, and its wings were stretched out, casting a large shadow into the room below.

"Even innocent ghosts are killed. The demon soul squinted at the shopkeeper's body that was gradually turning into dust, and then squinted at the big men, and asked coldly, "Won't the conscience of your secret agents hurt?"

"I'd rather kill the wrong one!" Hearing this, the five big men who were still looking for his traces looked up at the demon soul that was looking down on them, and shouted in unison: "Don't let it go!"

"Good, good, good, good, one would rather kill the wrong one than let it go. The demon soul stroked his palm and sneered, then stretched his hand behind his waist and slowly drew a broken sword.

Somehow, a faint question flashed in his heart, and it swept through his heart like lightning: Before the sword qi flew sideways, why were the old and the young safe and sound?

Then the sword was broken out of the body, and the sound of clanging came from the sword body, and there was a faint sound of dragon groaning.

The old ghost, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly looked up at the broken sword without a sword tip in his hand, and then let out a "huh" sound from his mouth, and said with obvious surprise: "Absolute Immortal Sword?"

The demon spirit was not surprised by the old ghost's words, but looked at him with murderous aura in his eyes.

"That's right!" In an instant, the demon soul shouted angrily, and its wings also raised, bringing a gust of wind, the bird claw on his foot, let go of the beam, like an arrow shot out of the string, and rushed towards the old ghost: "Lao Tzu is exactly what you are looking for!"

The trembling sword body rose red, and the blooming light was like the scorching sun, dazzling and unsightly!

Before the words landed, he had already deceived himself. The old ghost watched him break the sword with his hand, and shook it at the door in front of him, but he was not frightened, just smiled indifferently, and kicked his right leg under the table unhurriedly.

The wooden table weighing several pounds in front of him suddenly spun rapidly and ejected, smashing towards the demon spirit.

The demon spirit spun around in mid-air, and the sword moved with it, and the red light on the sword flashed in mid-air, and a dazzling red arc was drawn between the spinning tables.

Immediately, the table split apart.

By the time the sawdust landed, the Absolute Immortal Sword in the demon spirit's hand was no more than an inch away from the top of the old ghost's head. The sword qi was like a rainbow, the red mangs were magnificent, and the sword qi rolled up gusts of wind, blowing the silver hair scattered on the old ghost's head to dance wildly. Even the old green clothes with slits on both sides of the hem on his body bulged out, and the hunting sound was non-stop.

The five big men wanted to pounce up, and the demon soul was caught off guard, but they were noticed by the demon soul, and then shook the wings on their backs, and dozens of feathers fell off on the wings.

Several big men didn't even react to what was happening, they only felt a flash of cold light in front of them, and they instinctively stopped and froze in place, until bright red blood beads rushed out from their chests or between their eyebrows, and their eyes widened.

When it was too late, the little female ghost opposite the old ghost grinned and roared in a low voice, and on the tips of the ten fingers of the raised hands, sharp black nails sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, stretching wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was also a cold resentment emanating from his body.

"What a terrible ghost!" Ju Mang glanced back, and saw that the female ghost had already risen into the air, and after rushing towards his back like a tiger, her face was full of disdain, but her hand did not stop, and then she exerted her strength, causing the broken sword to slash down at the old ghost Tianling Gai.

The fierce sword qi brought up gusts of wind, enveloping the old ghost and wrapping it tightly.

A very pleasant crisp sound of "bell!" resounded in the room, and then reverberated with it. The broken sword slashed at the old ghost's head impartially. The ground beneath the female ghost also cracked, and one rattan broke through the soil, growing when it saw the wind, and the rattan writhed like a spiritual snake, spinning and pounced on the female ghost. After a moment, he wrapped her hands and feet, making her freeze in mid-air and pose in a "big" shape.

And on the wings raised after the sentence, the sharp feathers also pierced the chest and limbs of the female ghost at this moment, like cutting snow and breaking ice.

In addition to being overjoyed, Ju Mangtun felt that his hand should have been like a broken sword, but he stopped in mid-air and didn't go any further, and hurriedly looked at it. I saw that the broken sword was across the scalp on the top of the old ghost's head, and it couldn't be further advanced by half a cent, not to mention that it didn't even leave a scar, and even the silver hair on the top of the old ghost's head could not be cut off.

Seeing that the Absolute Immortal Sword that could stain the blood of the Da Luo Immortal couldn't hurt this old ghost in the slightest, he was shocked, and blurted out with his mouth wide open: "Qiankun Xuanjia Technique?".

"A bit of an eye. The old ghost was not surprised, but looked at him and narrowed his eyes, and a cold light mixed with excitement flashed in his eyes.

"It is one of the sixty-four great gods and ghosts, the Qiankun Xuanjia Technique, which can make the caster invulnerable, water and fire; As soon as the old ghost spoke, his body flickered, and the afterimages moved, and in an instant, he had disappeared out of thin air.

As soon as the stunned sentence fell to the ground, the voice of the old ghost came from behind him: "Kun Xun ghost magic skill like a ghost!" Like a ghost whispering, the wandering soul singing, light and fluttering, soft into the ears of the sentence.

As soon as Ju Mang turned around, he saw that the old ghost was already standing on the counter, his face was still full of kindness, and there was no murderous aura.

Ju Mang took a step forward, and was about to raise his sword to attack him, when he suddenly felt dizzy, everything he saw was ghosted, and his ears were buzzing and ringing.

"Xun Zhen Dayin Xi Sheng?" Ju Mang's facial features distorted and exclaimed, but he ended up sweating profusely on his forehead; after shaking his head suddenly, he looked up and continued to look at the old ghost, only to find that he saw more and more double images, and all the things he saw were blurred.

What made Ju Mang even more panicked was that his internal organs had been turned over and over, and his soul was gradually dissipating with the loss of time.

Even the power to hold the sword is almost gone.

In an instant, the Absolute Immortal Sword fell to the ground, and when the sound of "clang" sounded at Jumang's feet, he also bent his knees and knelt on the ground. He retched a few times, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It's the sound of the voice. The old ghost bowed his head slightly with satisfaction, and said eloquently: "The technique of spitting out silent soul sounds will paralyze all the meridians in your body, and your soul will be imprisoned and unable to move. ”。

"Let me tell you what's next. The smug old ghost jumped lightly off the counter, kicking up a puff of dust, and he walked slowly towards Jumang, spitting out a few words with each step: "In a dozen breaths, you will lose sensation in your muscles, and then you will be unconscious." ”。

When the words landed, the old ghost had already taken ten steps and stood exactly two inches in front of Ju Mang. looked at the sentence that was already tied, and smiled indifferently: "Unless you stay away from the spellcaster, you can slowly wake up." But you don't have a chance. ”。

As soon as the word "will" came out, he saw Ju Mang struggling to raise his head and pouting at him and chuckling. The smile was full of disdain.

Seeing this, the old ghost froze with a smile on his face.

At the same time, an earth-shattering dragon roar sounded above his head, and the roof tiles cracked.

The old ghost was shocked, and looked at Ju Mang in a daze and said, "Dragon Technique?"