Seeing that the matter was exposed, the old man in the Taoist costume disappeared with a light and light wind before his temperament, his face was gloomy and terrible, and with the few strong men who came over in front of the palace gate, the whole atmosphere became a little tense for a while.

The pilgrims, who were busy picking up the gold, silver and jewels scattered on the ground just now, were a little timid, and put back all the money that had not yet been covered in their hands, and kept saying soft words in their mouths.

As the focus of everyone in the field, Zhang Yixian just stared at the statue of the Dragon King in front of him that he had broken, and after the phantom was disillusioned, a shadow mixed with the power of incense and the filthy qi of jade appeared in his eyes.

Mortals can't see these things, but the old man in the Taoist costume has a strange color in his eyes, and he is also one of the insiders.

"Thief, put a fake murder weapon, kneel and be bound!" said to Zhang Yixian, who was surrounded by righteous words.

When the rest of the people heard this shout containing a trace of mana, a few people trembled and knelt on the ground, looking in a trance, only kowtowing and bowing.

"Don't pretend to be a god and make a ghost, a gentleman loves money, and he takes it in a good way, like you and others who borrow the identity of a god to deceive the people, you can know that there are gods in the first three feet!"

The same words fell on the ears of the seven or eight sword-wielding men who came around, but they didn't have the slightest effect, because they felt that they were serving the true body of the Dragon King, and they had also seen the scene of the Dragon King casting spells with their own eyes, which was absolutely right.

But after hearing this, the old man in the costume behaved differently, first he trembled, and then he looked up and looked around for a week, and then stared at Zhang Yixian in the field.

The big men who came around didn't make a move, but at least the black shadow that came out of the broken statue and fused with the power of incense was not so calm.

I don't know what kind of existence it is, but it can absorb some of the power of incense, if he is allowed to entrench here for a long time to absorb the power of incense, maybe he can also shed the mortal womb and condense a divine body with the power of incense.

Such a thing was interrupted by life, and you can imagine how angry it was at the moment.

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, the black shadow in the middle immediately changed, and a snake-like creature with dragon horns attacked Zhang Yixian.

The serpentine creature with dragon horns was neither a dragon nor a Jiao, because it had dragon horns on the top of its head and no dragon claws under its belly.

It's just a half-snake that hasn't really turned into a dragon, and it's most appropriate to call it a spirit.

The snake's thin head was drawn towards him like a long whip, and before it was close, a cloud of black gas spat out of its mouth and struck quickly towards the center.

The other terrified ordinary people in the field couldn't see the existence of the snake spirit, but they clearly saw a cloud of black mist spraying from the broken dragon king statue, and for a while they all thought that the dragon king had manifested his spirit, casting a spell to teach those who did not respect the gods.

In addition to the pious kneeling, the people were even more convinced of the words spoken by the old man before, and the people who still had doubts in their hearts were attacking Zhang Yixian with vicious words at the moment, if it weren't for the fact that he was holding a three-foot long sword in his hand, maybe these old and weak women and children could rush over and tie him up.

It was too late, it was fast, and the poisonous gas of the snake spirit came to Zhang Yixian in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was already on guard, and the mana contained in it overflowed on the sword body, and between three or two pounds, the poisonous gas spewed out by the snake spirit dissipated invisibly, and then a drop of poisonous gas dripped from the sword body to the ground, and with a pop, the white marble floor was corroded into a finger-sized wormhole.

"Look, it's really an evil demon! Such a vicious move!" Some people saw this scene, and their hearts were terrified.

The old man in the Taoist suit also understood that this was a fight, and immediately waved his hand to signal the men who came forward around him to disperse, and sat on the mountain to watch the tiger fight.

Protecting Emperor Yue behind him, Zhang Yixian also felt something strange from the sword, this black poisonous mist was able to corrode his mana.

This kind of cultivation, even if it enters the eyes of the gods, is more than enough to deceive these ignorant people.

"Take care of yourself, this snake has become a sperm!"

Zhang Yixian gave an explanation to Di Yue, the long sword in his hand was raised, and the serpentine shape in mid-air kept changing positions, looking for the best sneak attack position.

Zhang Yixian is not sloppy, after all, he has not fought with this kind of spirit, so it is very necessary to be cautious.

After changing three or four places in a row, the snake spirit seemed to be a little impatient, and its sinuous body squirmed, and the speed was several times faster than before.

Zhang Yixian could only see an afterimage in his eyes and wanted to pounce on him, and then he could only instinctively raise his long sword to block.

With a click, the figure of the snake spirit popped out more than a foot away, and then there was another clear sound, and something fell on the ground under his feet.

It was a slender fang, and the snake spirit wanted to bite his neck before, but it was resisted by the long sword, and a pair of fangs bit on the sword body, and one of the teeth was broken.

"Hiss......"

With a cold snort, the figure of the snake spirit coiled in one place and did not move, just raised his head, staring at Zhang Yixian with a pair of cold eyes.

"It turned out to be something similar to raising Gu, no wonder this snake spirit looks so scary, but how strong it is. ”

After a short fight, Zhang Yixian also saw some doorways, it turned out that the snake spirit was just a pet raised by others, it may be that its original owner died of old age, so it also found this place, attached itself to the statue of the dragon king to absorb the power of incense, condense the body, and by the way improve its strength, to prepare for the dragon.

I don't know how many years this snake spirit has lived, looking at the look transmitted in its cold and early eyes, its wisdom must not be low, maybe this old man is just a subordinate of its subdues, borrowing its best to collect money on the one hand, on the other hand, to develop incense and enhance strength.

If it weren't for Zhang Yixian's arrival, maybe let it develop, and a hundred years later, it would be impossible to say that this snake spirit might really be able to turn into a dragon.

The snake spirit touched a tooth, it looked a little frightened, and stopped attacking, but Zhang Yixian would not let go of such a good opportunity, the mana in the meridians gushed out, and the long sword in his hand emitted a bright halo, and then the sharp sword directly hit the snake spirit's coiled body.

With a "boom", the sword qi set off by the long sword swept over the snake spirit's body, and if it hadn't dodged quickly, the sword qi would have cut off its head.

The snake spirit seemed to be really scared, and dodged Zhang Yixian's attacks one after another.

The old man in Taoist clothes on the side seemed to be able to see the scene of the two fighting, and seeing that the snake spirit was at a disadvantage, he was also anxious.

"All the pilgrims, this person in front of him was possessed by a powerful ghost, not only destroyed the idol of the dragon lord, but also wanted to take the opportunity to loot, don't be afraid, we are many and popular, there are only two of them!" The old man in the Taoist service shouted at the critical moment, and the pilgrims around him were actually moved by him, and they all stood up and glared at Zhang Yixian and the two.

The old man in the Taoist service calculated that Zhang Yixian would definitely take care of the life and death of these people, so he would definitely not hurt them, a group of foolish people who didn't know the truth, if they could take down this person. What's the loss of a few dead?

The next moment, the people who were encouraged by the old man in the Taoist suit got up one after another, as if they had seen the enemy, and came again together with the Han who had besieged them before.

The space around the body was compressed by the people, and the snake spirit in mid-air seized the opportunity to attack again at great speed, and the situation was critical.