There was a crisp 'bang' sound, and the whole room lit up almost instantly.

The old man and lady outside the door opened the door at once, but they were greeted by a bench thrown at them by Zhang Xingbao.

According to Zhang Xingbao's thoughts, fighting wits may not win at this time of crisis, but fighting courage is necessary. What must be known is that he himself does not think that he has any great wisdom, and he wants to coax these two evil spirits to get out of trouble with two or three small tricks. That's probably the idea of watching too many movies and TV series, and self-obsessiveness.

If you can't fight with wit, you can only fight bravely.

The two evil spirits may not really have any great ability, the most important point is that if they are really some great evil ghosts, they still need to wait until they are asleep before attacking themselves? Their biggest reliance seems to be the oil lamp, but they who have the heart mantra will not be confused by the oil lamp, so the old man and lady who have lost the entire oil lamp can only choose to confront themselves head-on.

Although Zhang Xingbao has no bottom in his heart, he is also fully prepared to defend himself. After knocking down the oil lamp, he lifted the bench next to the bed. Sure enough, the door was pushed open by the old man and the old lady from the outside, and he smashed the bench out without hesitation.

Running true qi, Zhang Xingbao's smashing power is extraordinary.

The old man and the old lady didn't have time to react, and they were hit on the head by the bench one after another. The bench couldn't withstand Zhang Xingbao's huge strength, and it broke in mid-air with a direct 'bang'. The old man and the old lady were no better than the bench, and one forehead was deeply sunken in, and the head became flat. The other forehead was thrust deep into the wooden strip of the broken bench, and the disgusting brain burst out.

But evil spirits are evil spirits, and they cannot be easily destroyed.

When Zhang Xingbao looked at the white old lady with a wooden bar inserted in her head and straight out red, he only felt that the brains in his head were boiling. Holding back his gagmy thoughts, he grabbed the pole that stood on the wall next to him and rushed towards the door.

"Ahh With a terrible scream, the old lady covered her brains and rushed towards Zhang Xingbao regardless of it. With open hands, he wanted to dig Zhang Xingbao's face.

A touch of sarcasm flashed on Zhang Xingbao's face, and when he saw the old lady's unruly fighting style, he felt disdainful in his heart. Raised the flat pole in his hand and smashed it on the old lady's head. The 'bang' directly slapped the old lady's whole body away.

At this moment, there was still an old man at the door who had his head smashed, and he stretched out his hands to buckle the door frames on both sides to block Zhang Xingbao. But where could Zhang Xingbao be hindered by him? The flat pole in his hand poked at the old man's chest, and directly poked the old man out.

For a while, the old lady was slapped down in the house by Zhang Xingbao, and the old man was poked to the ground by him. With no one to stop him from leaving, he rushed out of the room, which was gradually surrounded by flames.

Although Zhang Xingbao also fought in his past life, how could he have been so hearty? Not to mention that no one would fight him for no reason, even if someone fought with him, he would not dare to fight to death with others like he is now.

He had never tried to fight with people with his true qi, but at this moment, he had used his true qi to fight these two evil spirits, and finally let him know what kind of power he had.

"Old man, my head hurts. ”

The flames have not only burned the guest rooms, but have even spread to the second floor. Just when Zhang Xingbao was hesitating whether to take the stairs or jump directly from the second floor to the lobby on the first floor, the old lady with a disheveled hair ran out of the burning guest room. The old lady howled as she lifted the old man on the ground.

At this moment, the old man's head was not only as flat as a cake, but his chest was also half collapsed. He said quite calmly: "It's okay, we are already ghosts, and no one can kill us except for the real Taoist." The boy can't escape, and we'll be able to recover from his injuries by grabbing him and drinking his blood. ”

The old lady pointed at Zhang Xingbao, and then shouted, "Don't escape." ”

Zhang Xingbao was willing to take care of her? Directly from the second floor, he turned over, and his body fell directly towards the lobby on the first floor.

He really overestimated his ability, and the second floor was a foot or two tall from the lobby on the first floor. He jumped down again with all his strength, and when he landed, he almost didn't break his leg.

With a muffled snort, Zhang Xingbao ran out of the inn with a flat pole.

"Cast your spell, old man. The old woman suddenly shouted, "You used fifteen heads to exchange the spell from the Ghost King last time. ”

"There's no hurry. The old man was very calm, there was a raging fire behind him, but it seemed useless to him.

I saw him shouting, "Hit the wall." ”

Suddenly, Zhang Xingbao saw that the twelve wine jars placed on the cupboards in the lobby were cracked one after another.

I saw that the twelve wine jars contained twelve babies who could not distinguish between men and women, and these babies were all 'chirping' and laughing. Fly towards yourself in a group.

Zhang Xingbao was so frightened that his soul was scared, and his pace was faster when he ran outside the inn.

But just as he was about to step out of the inn, he suddenly crashed head-on into a pile of cold corpses.

Zhang Xingbao fell to the ground, looked up, and found that what blocked him from leaving the inn door was actually the corpse wall formed by the twelve babies. They were head to head, shoulder to shoulder, staring at themselves with white eyes without black pupils. Even if there was no dense phobia, but being stared at by twelve pairs of white eyes, Zhang Xingbao also felt that his scalp was numb.

Zhang Xingbao turned around and ran away again, which was a subconscious move to avoid the twelve babies. But as soon as he turned around, he heard the old man on the second floor say 'hit the wall' again. Once again, he threw himself at the wall of twelve infants, and fell hard again.

The wall of corpses of the twelve babies seemed to be very proud, grinning and laughing.

"Damn..." Zhang Xingbao was furious.

He was not stupid and bold, but he was also a cultivator, so how could he be willing to tie his hands and die? Looking up at the second floor, he saw that the old lady was fought, and the futon she had brought from nowhere was on fire. The old man stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, chanting incantations where the flames could not burn it.

"When you're the only one with a spell?" Zhang Xingbao snorted coldly, clenched his hands into fists and shouted 'Hard Metal'. His hard alchemy has been completed, and his fists are faintly glowing with golden light at this moment.