The disciples of the wise Dao Master refused to obey the master's orders no matter what.

He Mengxiong, the pious girl and the pointed ears were all watching from the side.

It's just that everyone doesn't know what's going on, and they can't easily meddle in other people's family affairs.

The Wise Daoist stared at the disciple in front of him, suddenly stood up, and stretched out his hand towards a white merchant mountain ghost:

"Knife, give it to me!"

The white merchant mountain ghost looked at the pious girl, and the pious girl nodded at the mountain ghost.

The Wise Daoist took the hunting knife in the hand of the mountain ghost, and the disciple of the Tibetan Scripture Academy, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at it, took a step forward and hugged the thigh of the Wise Daoist, and shouted:

“******！”

The wise Taoist has already raised his sword.

The wise chief cut off one of his fingers.

The wound was broken, and it was not red blood that flowed out. Ambilight, like molten gold.

The wise Taoist threw away the hunting knife in his hand, reached out and grabbed a white merchant mountain ghost, and wrote a spell on the mountain ghost's forehead with the severed finger flowing with golden blood.

Then, he pulled a disciple of the Tibetan Scripture Institute into the arms of the mountain ghost and said:

"Take him and run down the mountain!"

Unprepared, the mountain ghost was stunned for a moment, reaching out to touch the slimy liquid that the wise Taoist had smeared on his head.

The wise Taoist shouted at the mountain ghost:

"Let's go!"

Violently pushed the mountain ghost and the disciple of the Tibetan Academy out of the barrier.

As if he had finally seized the opportunity, a dark and gloomy figure pounced on the mountain ghost without waiting for it to gain a firm foothold.

Before the figure of the ghost pounced on the ground, a dazzling golden light had burst out from the body of the mountain ghost, knocking the tool out directly.

The mountain ghost was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the power of it, reached out and grabbed the disciple of the Tibetan Academy, carried it on his body, and rushed out in the direction of the mountain.

A sick disciple of the Taoist Academy pounced on the mountain ghost in the oblique thorn.

As soon as the two hands touched the body of the mountain ghost, the golden light that burst out was like a powerful kick, knocking the Dao disciple backwards and flying out.

The wise Taoist has already caught another white merchant mountain ghost, and wrote the flowing golden blood on the mountain ghost's forehead.

The mountain ghost didn't stop, pulled a disciple of the Tibetan Academy under his arm, and rushed out of the enchantment.

What kind of ability is this, it's really amazing.

He Mengxiong, the pious girl and the pointed ears all looked at it in a daze.

Soon, He Mengxiong knew why the disobedient disciple just now cried bitterly.

The blood in the body of the wise Taoist turned into gold. It is used to write mantras, and it can block the tools to block those disciples of the Taoist Academy who have gone crazy.

What is consumed is the life of the wise Taoist.

As soon as he wrote a few people, the face of the wise Taoist had already turned snow-white, and his body was shaky, as if he was going to fall at any moment.

He Mengxiong stretched out his hand to support the wise Taoist.

The big man stood in front of the wise chief and said:

"Give it to me, write. Go, help!"

The wise Taoist shook his head at the big man and said:

"It didn't last long. ”

Once the molten gold-like blood dries up, the power conferred is lost.

That's why the wise Taoist will ask those mountain ghosts to hurry up and go down the mountain without delay.

The big guy turned his head to look at Niu Hao outside the enchantment.

Niu Hao's figure of swinging a knife and slashing was already clearly showing exhaustion.

Dozens of white merchant mountain ghosts have already left, and more than half of them have left.

Wise Dao Chief's face turned pale, and his consciousness began to blur.

He Mengxiong was worried that the wise Taoist would not be able to hold on to the end.

The wise Taoist knew his appearance very well, stretched out his hand and pulled the disciple who was kneeling on the ground and wept bitterly, and said with his lips moving:

"Help as a teacher, get this done. Don't let the blood of the teacher be shed in vain!"

The disciple who knelt on the ground whimpered and cried, picking up the mountain ghost's hunting knife from the ground.

The severed finger of the wise Taoist can't squeeze out a drop of blood. However, there are still more than 20 white merchant mountain ghosts that have not been sent away.

"Do it!"

The Wise Daoist said to his disciple.

The disciple's hand holding the hunting knife trembled. Looking up at the wise Taoist, he still couldn't do it.

The Wise Daoist reached out and grabbed the hand of the disciple in front of him holding the knife, and stretched his chest forward.

The hunting knife stabbed into the chest of the wise chief, and the wise chief endured the pain and stumbled backwards.

The hunting knife drawn from his chest glistened with a dazzling golden light with blood.

"Master—"

The disciple of the Wise Daoist couldn't help but cry out loudly, watching the Wise Daoist fall to his knees and hang his head.

The pious woman watched the wise Taoist kill himself, and fell to her knees in front of the wise Taoist with a puff.

He Mengxiong and the big man also knelt on the ground. There are also the remaining two dozen or so white merchant mountain ghosts, as well as pointed ears.

Seeing that the disciple of the Wise Daoist lowered his head and cried bitterly. He Mengxiong stretched out his hand and pressed the disciple's shoulder and said:

"We will definitely take revenge. For now, let's send everyone out. ”

The disciple of the Wise Daoist nodded in agreement, stretched out his finger and dipped his finger in the blood of the Wise Daoist, and wrote a spell on the foreheads of those Baishang Mountain ghosts.

More than 20 mountain ghosts were written down one by one, and rushed out of the enchantment and rushed down to the Tibetan Academy.

The spell was written on the forehead of the pointed ears, who had a hunting fork in their left hand and a hunting knife in their right hand, and rushed out of the enchantment to the coffin that was crouching in the corner of the yard.

Written mantras don't last long before they dry up.

Once the spell dries, it is the loss of the mana of the body.

Pointed ears can't help but be angry, wanting to kill a few weapons and vent their accumulated anger.

The weapon didn't have time to escape, and was stabbed by the sharp-eared hunting fork, and it dissipated with a bang.

Behind him, a sick Taoist disciple rushed towards the pointed ears with a terrifying roar.

The pointy-eared hunting fork is on the ground, and the body rises from the ground. The moment he flew backwards, the sharp hunting knife had already cut the throat of that Dao disciple.

He Mengxiong had a disciple of the Wise Daoist under his arm, and shouted at Niu Hao:

"Let's go!"

The big man took the body of the wise chief in his arms and rushed out of the courtyard with tom tom steps.

Two Daoist disciples who rushed over stopped at the gate of the courtyard with a crazy look.

Before the two of them were knocked away by the spell on their foreheads, they had already raised their fists and smashed them.

The huge fist slammed into the face of the disciple on the left, causing the guy to slam into the guy on the right.

The big man's body collided head-on, unleashing the power of the spell and knocking the two men into the air.

The pious girl whistled at the pointed ears, stared at the black figure that was far away in front of her, and turned to catch up with the pious woman.

He Mengxiong shouted at Niu Hao, and Niu Hao turned his head and stared at He Mengxiong's eyes, revealing a blood-stained crimson color.

Anger can also make people lose their minds and make people crazy.

He Mengxiong looked at Niu Hao's appearance and shouted again:

"Brother, everyone is waiting for you, let's go down the mountain together. ”

Niu Hao looked at He Mengxiong and was stunned for a long time before he woke up. With a knife in his hand, he slashed down the Taoist disciple who rushed up, and said to He Mengxiong: Let's go!