This idea has not been denied by the monk himself, a terrible idea has emerged, it is indeed the soul of a monkey in front of him, is it a spirit monkey with an organic fate, caught by an evil master and refined into such a way with evil methods?

Before the monk could be confirmed, the silver-haired old man had already begun to form a handprint, and the angry eyes of King Kong were completely revealed, and the scriptures had completely wrapped around the ghost thing in his hand, and for the time being, this ghost thing had been sealed.

Yang Chengzi also struggled to stand up, seeing that the ghost thing in the hand of the monk had been sealed by the scriptures, and looked around and didn't see the Shangqing Sword, so he raised his hand and bit his finger, ready to summon the ghost hand to completely seal the ghost thing.

But seeing that the silver-haired old man in front of him had already begun to make a seal, he waved his finger blood over and changed his handprint.

"Thunder, fall. ”

A heavenly thunder fell from the sky like a silver dragon and slashed down towards the silver-haired old man, before the thunder fell, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced at it, and his expression of contempt was clear at a glance.

With the old man's seal, an eyeball-sized object appeared in the sky about the height of the resentful aura.

Yang Chengzi didn't see it, the resentment and ghost qi continued to converge towards this thing from all directions, the thunder did not hit the silver-haired old man but split on this small thing, and the thunder only fell half and dissipated, which attracted Yang Chengzi's attention.

Take a closer look at this little thing not only blocking the thunder, but with the condensation of the ghostly qi, it is constantly slowly getting bigger.

Not far away, the resentment on the top of Chen San's head and the resentment of the three resentful spirits all floated towards it as if they had been sucked away.

Don't think about it, this must be a ghost thing that is still condensing the ghost body, first seal the ghost thing behind him, think about it, bite his finger again, read a few words, his feet are in a semicircle on the ground, and a ghost hand covered with magma stretches out.

The monk is not stupid, can he not know what Yang Chengzi is going to do, the ghost hand stretched out for a moment, and the angry King Kong pressed the ghost thing on the ghost hand, with the seal of the scriptures. The ghost thing was dragged down by the ghost hand without any struggle.

The expression on the silver-haired old man's face did not change at all, as if this ghost thing was not important to him at all, and with the condensation of ghost anger and resentment, the ghost body had not yet appeared.

When Yang Chengzi was wondering, the ghost thing next to the silver-haired old man was sucked up all of a sudden, and this time a playful smile appeared on the old man's face.

The ghost thing was sucked in, and in an instant, the ghost body condensed, and a distorted ghost body appeared in the air, and after a while, a slime-like liquid dripped from the ghost body and dripped in front of the old man.

There was not much grass under the old man's feet, and a few drops of slime fell down, and they withered in an instant, and they lost their lives.

Yang Chengzi frowned, this kind of mucus is a bit similar to the corpse that flowed out of Lu Qichang's village before.

"Poof", the head and hands stretched out from the ghost body at the same time, and the ghost body slowly fell from the air, although the ghost aura was full but more evil, and the face of the ghost thing clearly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

His face was almost rotten, his nose was a bumpy hole, and his long tongue came out of his mouth like a snake and licked around the side of his mouth, and mucus continued to drip from his mouth to the ground.

On the forehead, there was also a bulge the size of an eyeball, shaped like withered hands, ten long nails looked very weird, as the ghost body fell, the legs slowly stretched out from the ghost body, the feet were like beasts, and the long claws stood firmly on the ground.

The murderous eyes are unobstructed, although this ghost thing has no momentum, but with the experience of Yang Chengzi and the casual monk, it can be judged at a glance that it is by no means something that can be killed in three or two clicks, and the ghost thing seems to be waiting for the silver-haired old man to give it a gesture of abuse.

On Chen San's side, when Chen Wan'er dealt with the three demons, although the aura restrained the evil qi, it also consumed a lot of aura, and turned from attack to defense for a while, and the three resentful spirits in front of her could not be easily dealt with.

Of course, Chen San also knew it very well, but there was no way, there was no suitable opportunity to use the Divine Technique to perceive the divine thoughts, and he would only use this one technique, so it was useless to be anxious.

With a wave of the black-robed man's magic weapon, the three resentful spirits rushed towards Chen San and Chen Wan'er, and just as Chen Wan'er was about to step forward to resist, a white phantom that was so huge that it overlooked the common people passed through the room behind Chen San and grabbed towards the three resentful spirits.

The speed was so fast that before the black-robed man could make any moves, the three resentful spirits were generally caught in the hands of the white phantom, and almost instantly the resentful spirits turned into resentment and drifted to the resentment in the sky.

Chen San swallowed his saliva in shock, looked up and looked up at the phantom of the white giant hand, but he didn't see the true body of the white phantom, and his vision was blocked by the roof of the wooden house.

When the silver-haired old man in the distance was excitedly trying to let Yang Chengzi fight the ghost in front of him, a familiar voice came out behind Yang Chengzi and the monk who was always there.

"Old Zamao, you actually released this kind of ghost thing to deal with my apprentice, it seems that you have survived to the end of your life today. ”

The silver-haired old man's eyes widened and he stopped what he was doing.

Yang Chengzi turned his head and looked behind him with a shocked face, isn't this familiar voice Yang Chengzi's master, Maoshan Sect Master Taiyuan Zhenren.

There is also an old man's hands beside Taiyuan Zhenren, and a white phantom extends behind Chen San, a white phantom overlooking the common people, isn't this the Maoshan forbidden art-Phantom Heaven God Mantra.

Compared with when Chen San asked the gods to come up, the color of the white phantom was much darker, and the facial features became clearer, and the fierce face was angry, overlooking the common people.

Monk Sui Chang didn't look back, he must have guessed who it was, the golden bell phantom and the angry eyes of King Kong on his body disappeared, and he was about to fall after taking two steps back.

Taiyuan Zhenren stepped forward and helped the monk sit down, and Yang Chengzi also saw hope.

"Master, I've kept you waiting, this evil magician in front of me is too powerful, I'm not an opponent at all, and the master was also injured by the ghost thing he summoned, I'm afraid I need to recuperate for a while. ”

Taiyuan Zhenren took out a pill from his arms and gave it to the monk Suichang, Yang Chengzi heard the master's name for the silver-haired old man in front of him, and knew that they had known each other before, and in terms of age, the two were about the same.

Taiyuan Zhenren walked to Yang Chengzi's side and looked at the silver-haired old man in front of him, "This old miscellaneous hair is not the same generation as you, it is not easy for you to survive until now, leave it to me." ”

The silver-haired old man also smiled evilly, "Why haven't you died yet, you old immortal thing?" ”

Taiyuan Zhenren looked at the ghost thing in front of him that looked like a person but not like a person, "If you are brave enough, you will know whether you will die or I will die tonight." ”

Yang Chengzi retreated to the side, the immortals had to go farther away to fight, so as not to harm the pond fish, he wanted Chen San to help, but looking at the white phantom overlooking the common people, he immediately retracted this thought, and decided to stay by the master's side, and the Shangqing Sword flew over from a distance and returned to Yang Chengzi's hands.

Taiyuan Zhenren is the master of Maoshan Mountain, guarding one side of the demons, and rarely goes down the mountain to subdue demons.

Yang Chengzi had never seen how his master dealt with these evil magicians, so he opened his eyes wide and looked at them carefully.

"Come on, then, let me see what other means you have besides the Eight Great Divine Spells. As he spoke, the ghost thing in front of him swept towards the real person in Taiyuan, his murderous eyes glowed with white light, and the ghost body was empty and real, and he had arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the ghost thing rushed over, Taiyuan Zhenren still didn't make any moves, Yang Chengzi was also shocked in his eyes, he knew that it was impossible for the master not to react, this Taishan collapsed in front of the calm, which greatly surprised Yang Chengzi's expectations.

The claws of the ghost thing have stretched out, and when they reach the eyes of Taiyuan Zhenren, it will be too late if they don't move, Yang Chengzi looked in a cold sweat.

At the last moment, Taiyuan Zhenren raised his hand is a spell, a palm slapped on the ghost thing, the speed was so fast, the action of raising the hand appeared ghosting, the spell did not know when it appeared in the hand, the force was so great, a palm was struck, the ghost was originally in front of the claw, instantly flew back, did not fly far before turning into a ghost dissipation.

Taiyuan real person raised his hand and made a handprint, and only the spell that had just slapped on the ghost thing was left in the air, floating in the place where the ghost thing disappeared, and the handprint flew into a curse.

"Boom", in the fluttering spell, a heart-shaking voice came out, and a golden halo spread out from the charm.

Yang Chengzi was shocked by this voice, and the disappeared ghost thing immediately showed a ghost body, and his murderous eyes turned into a painful color, but the color of pain was only in an instant, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.

The ghost body dissipated again, and the ghost qi rushed to the sky, rushing towards Taiyuan Zhenren in all directions, and the ghost qi that rushed over was approaching step by step with that murderous grimace.

Taiyuan Zhenren was not in a hurry, stepped on the step, and threw a spell into the sky, and the moment he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, the spells that had not yet drifted down in the sky rushed towards the ghost qi in all directions.

The silver-haired old man was shocked, although the spells had not yet fallen, but by the moonlight, these purple charms had been clearly seen, if there was no block, so many purple charms, I am afraid that his ghosts would be scattered.

didn't have time to think too much, he made a handprint, and the ghost qi that rushed towards Taiyuan Zhenren dissipated and condensed in front of him.

Taiyuan Zhenren didn't have any expression, and at the same time as the ghost body dissipated, these purple charms had no target, and they scattered towards the silver-haired old man, and the ghost body reappeared, and the charms fell towards the ghost in a queue.

The old man had already prepared, bit his finger, and the blood of his finger was dotted on the back of the ghost's head, and he grabbed the eyeball-like thing, and in an instant, the ghost thing in front of him dissipated with the wind, and the spell fell down without a target again.

The silver-haired old man muttered: "Old immortal, the charm is well controlled, let it play with you, and see if these charms of yours are still useful." As he spoke, he pulled out his magic weapon from behind him.

A magic weapon shaped like white bones, the color is basically the same as the white bones, there is no complicated spell, the same black feather hangs on the tail, the head looks at it, it is really the same as the white bone, it is empty, and if you bite your finger, you will scratch it on the body of the magic weapon.