"Soul energy, sounds like it could be used for sacrifice. ”

Song Yuan's eyes moved slightly, he pondered for a long time, pretended to think about it for a long time, and nodded.

"Okay, then I'll go with Daoyou to kill that evil ghost. ”

"Great, thank you two Dao Masters.

Thank you two Dao Masters for saving my life!"

Wang Shen looked excited, kneeling and arching his hand.

Fang was completely expressionless, and with a wave of dust, he helped him up in the air, and said indifferently.

"Thank you you don't have to.

Nor is it primarily here to save you.

I hope you can restrain your desires in the future and treat your wife well.

A virtuous wife who thinks about her husband everywhere, others can't ask for it in several lifetimes, don't be in the midst of blessings and don't know blessings. ”

Fang Quan's words were almost unceremonious, as a cultivator, he naturally wouldn't care about what mortals thought, and he wouldn't engage in superficial politeness with a mortal, just say whatever he thought in his heart.

"Yes...... Yes, I will definitely keep in mind the teachings of the Taoist. ”

Wang Shen looked wincing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied repeatedly.

He knew that what he had done before had left an extremely bad impression on Fang Quan.

Being reprimanded by Fang Quan like this, he didn't dare to say anything, after all, Fang Quan was a cultivator, not to mention saving his life now.

"Fellow Daoist, let's go.

The demon is in this village. ”

Fang Quan no longer ignored Wang Shen and said to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan seemed a little surprised when he heard this, and nodded.

"Okay, let's go"

The two quickly left the village courtyard and went to Wang Shen's study.

In the study.

The 'willow painting' has put on the painting skin and restored its delicate and lovely appearance.

She can't change the technique, but the method she cultivates can't help but have a good face, otherwise she will change to the original face of the blue-faced fangs, how to make a man have feelings for her and fall in love with her.

Fortunately, when I got that method, I also had this method of making painted skins, which allowed you to peel off human skins to make painted skins.

When she wears a painted skin, her physical signs will be the same as those of an ordinary woman, and no one will be able to notice it.

It's just that although this method is good, it also has drawbacks, that is, every once in a while, she has to use her mana to remove the corpse spots that are about to grow on the painted skin.

When removing corpse spots, you need to be attentive and very careful, otherwise the skin will be damaged.

Today, she took advantage of Wang Shen to go to the county to accompany his wife, so she had time to remove the painting skin.

'Liu Hua' stayed in the study, waiting for Wang Shen to come back, her eyes flashing with coldness.

"Soon, in two days, the affection in this scholar's heart for me will almost reach the standard of cultivating the Dafa of Devouring Feelings.

When the time comes, I will rip out his heart and cultivate the Dafa of Devouring Feelings!"

She remembered the Taoist priest who had bumpered into her by day not long ago, and had almost killed her by relying on the time of day, forcing her to flee in embarrassment.

"Stinky Daoist, when my strength goes further, even if I meet you during the day, I am not afraid of you, I will definitely go back to you to make you pay for your blood debt!"

A hideous killing intent appeared on the face of the 'Liu Hua', and a thick yin and evil aura flashed under his eyes.

"Little painting, I'm back. ”

Outside the door, Wang Shen's voice came.

Liu Hua hurriedly put away the hideousness on his face, and returned to his delicate and lovely appearance.

She slowly stood up, swayed her graceful posture, waved her sleeves and brought the fragrant breeze, and walked out.

"Lang Jun, didn't you say that you won't come back until the evening?

Why did you come back so early?"

'Liu Hua' walked to the door of the study to greet him and asked with a smile.

"Don't say it, it's all that jealous woman!"

"Wang Shen" looked annoyed, it seemed that Zhang Rong said something that made him unhappy, so he came back so early, and he stepped up the stairs.

"What did my sister say, which made Lang Jun lose his temper so much. ”

'Liu Hua' frowned and asked in a worried tone.

"And the jealous woman said......

'Wang Shen' walked up the steps, raised his head with anger on his face, and seemed to continue to say what Zhang Rong said carefully, but at this moment, a red sword light suddenly shot out of his mouth!

Shout!

This sword was caught off guard, and it was unmatched!

The Painted Skin Devil never imagined that the prey she regarded as a plaything in the palm of her hand and unaware of her death would suddenly attack her!

She only had time to instinctively shake her head.

Swish!

A flash of red light flashed, and a hideous wound of several inches was cut out of the neck of the painted skin demon.

She covered the wound on her neck, slightly panicked, stepped back with a hideous expression, and asked sharply.

"You're not Wang Shen, who are you?!"

Song Yuan, who used the technique of transfiguration and transformation, turned into Wang Shen's appearance, his eyes were indifferent and turned a deaf ear.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and a flying sword with an astonishing sharp qi machine shining red shot out again!

However, the power of this flying sword is obviously not as powerful as the previous one.

The previous blow was a blow that Song Yuan had prepared with all his might, and this blow was hastily launched.

It's a pity that the gap between him and the Painted Skin Demon realm is too big, even if he attacks with all his strength, he can't cause her much injury!

It is also mainly the evil spirit, which is the soul body.

It's not a physical body, and there's no point in it.

Otherwise, if this blow were to be replaced by a cultivator with a physical body, at least it would be a spring of blood, and it would be completely seriously injured.

"You dare!"

The ghost lowered the hand that was covering the wound, and there was not a trace of blood flowing out of the wound, and the flesh rolled up, showing a gray color, like a dead corpse wounded.

Her eyes were fierce, her mouth was low, and with a flick of her hand, there was a thin sword made of white bones, with a thick yin and evil black qi, and she swung her sword to block the flying sword that broke through the air!

Bang!

Song Yuan stepped on his feet and quickly retreated, and the two flying swords that flew out before also flew back upside down, hanging in his palm, emitting red glow, trembling, as if ready to kill again at any time!

"Sneak up on me?

I want you dead!"

The painted skin ghost screamed, like a ghost crying and howling, full of fierce aura, flying out with a sword!

Song Yuan's palm shook, and two flying swords slashed out, blocking the approach of the painted skin demon.

"Don't panic, poor Daoist is here to help you!"

Fang Quan's expression was cold, and he jumped into the courtyard, holding a long sword carved like peach wood, and killed the painted skin demon!

"Evil spirit, be killed!"

"It's you, stinky Taoist?!"

The face of the painted skin demon changed slightly, and a hideous killing intent appeared in his eyes.

The enemy was very red when she saw her, and she swung her sword to kill!

Fang Quan and the Painted Skin Devil were in the courtyard, each holding a long sword fighting in one place, setting off a violent wave of qi that shook the surroundings!

Bang Bang Bang!

The white bone thin sword and the peachwood long sword turned into phantoms and quickly clashed, but they made a sound like a golden and iron clash of gold, which was deafening!

Song Yuan stabilized his backward figure and stood still on the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, controlling the two flying swords, helping Fang Quan on the side, dealing with the painted skin demon.

He found that neither of them seemed to be very good at spells, and one relied on the power of the flesh and the other with the power of the ghost body.

"It's okay, if the demon knows what kind of ranged attack spell, I'll be in trouble. ”

Song Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he controlled the two flying swords and Fang Quan to attack together.

In the original story, Fang Quan defeated the Painted Skin Demon alone, not to mention that now he has been added.

In addition, although the injuries he inflicted on the painted skin demon before were not serious, they were not light, and they had reached the point of affecting their strength.

Under the combined attack of Song Yuan and the two, the painted skin demon was steadily suppressed at the downside.

Song Yuan only controlled the flying sword attack, and did not have the idea of casting a spell to fight with the painted skin demon.

His flesh is strong, and he is divided against whomever he is.

The painted skin demon has the cultivation of the condensation period, and most of his strength is in the soul body, so it is too dangerous for him to step forward.

Bang Bang!

The Painted Skin Demon swung his sword to block the two flying swords that broke through the air, and she didn't have a chance to breathe.

Fang Quan stabbed with a sword again!

She dodged and was stabbed in the face by a peachwood sword.

The peachwood sword was infused with the power of destroying evil, like a soldering iron inserted into her flesh.

Zizizizi!

A burst of white gas came out of the wound, and the painted skin demon howled in pain!

"Ah!!h