Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 157
The ghostly aura is different from usual.

The Minghui Taoist who staggered over could only feel the sinister wind blowing on his face, making people feel burning pain like a fire, and the huge Yin Qi in the Zhenjun Temple made him tremble with fear, and he didn't understand it at all. Something came out.

Even Guan Yu, who came over there, stroked his beard with a knife and stayed where he was.At this time, several other Taoist priests who were helping the people also came from a distance. Seeing Ming Hui's appearance, they were about to rush into the temple with their swords, but Ming Hui stopped him: "I can't go!"

Then... Ming Hui, and in the eyes of everyone, Li Congyun's primordial spirit escaped from the temple gate, as if there was a ten thousand year old evil spirit chasing him behind him, and crazily rushed towards the body in the shop, even Guan Yu was so fast. The Qinglong Yanyue knife swung out did not have time to cut him to the ground.

Surrounding Taoist priests, couples hiding in squatter houses, and bold commoners in distant attic houses peeked out, a figure in red robes of the number one scholar at the gate of the temple, with a strong figure and a fierce face, walked out step by step with his sword drawn.

"Run away...run away quickly...frustrated cats are hard to learn from tigers, and rotten feathered parrots are not as good as chickens...Eat ghosts that harm people; what about people who harm people? Hehe...kill them!"

"Eat it again!" The crazy old man shouted in agreement as he ran back riding on the back of the bull with the ancient sword in his arms.

The figure who walked straight out of the temple gate was bathed in a gust of dark wind, looking at the sky shone with thunder, as if taking a deep breath, then nodded slightly with Guan Yu who looked at him, stepped on the dark wind, and floated to the opposite shop.

In an instant, the mess was pushed away, Li Congyun returned to his physical body, and his profound cultivation came back. Looking at the champion red robe approaching, the feeling of fear gradually disappeared.

"That ugly ghost, how could this old man be afraid of you!"

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to grab it, but he didn't see the Tianyun sword flying back, and the crazy old man over there was holding the ancient sword tightly, and the old man pushed it back when he wanted to break free and fly away.

"There is no magic sword, the old man will clean up like you!"

Half of the board was trampled under the old man's feet, the floor tiles were cracked inch by inch, mana swayed all over his body, and the dust attached to his robe was thrown to the ground. He walked out of the shop, his hands in his sleeves turned into sword fingers, but the moment he stepped out, When his eyes were fixed, the burly figure in front of him turned into a huge evil ghost with red face and fangs, and his bun was like a steel needle.

The whimpering wind stirred the old man's robe, and it became hot in an instant, as if he was in the fiery prison of the underworld.

next moment.

The sword energy stretched out to his fingertips, and the moment the magic light was lit, the evil ghost striding forward just raised the Demon Swinging Sword in his hand, and the sword energy flew away with a bang.

"Kill you, dirty my sword." Zhong Kui inserted the sword with its scabbard into the floor tiles, spread his palms, and the demon-subduing iron whip hanging from his waist blinked into his hands. The eaves fell down with a crash, and Li Congyun flicked his robe sleeves to avoid the falling dust and debris, and rushed outside.

At this moment, he stopped and turned around, the figure in the red robe of the number one scholar appeared like a shadow, and the iron whip in his hand was swung down, causing gusts of wind to blow up. Li Congyun knew that it was not an ordinary thing, even in the Nascent Soul realm, Don't dare to pick it up randomly, can only retreat in panic.With the second horizontal swing, he fled in embarrassment to the eaves not far from the Zhenjun Temple, stomping on the eaves and running wildly, jumped up, and shot several sword lights at the opponent one after another with the sword fingers in his sleeve, scattered and scattered The shot hit the street, bursting out countless bricks and stones.

Taking advantage of the chaotic space, he threw himself into the swoop, opened his sleeves, and reached out to grab the iron whip in Zhong Kui's hand. However, his hand was icy cold, and no matter how advanced his cultivation was, he couldn't stand the torment. There was a red-faced god-man holding a knife by his side, even if Li Congyun went back in such a mess, he would leave.

Gathering mana with both hands, he grabbed the street and swung it upwards. Countless paved floor tiles rolled up and smashed towards the opposite god.

Zhong Kui flicked his sleeve lightly, and the densely packed bricks and stones all fell to the side of the road. Seeing the figure flying into the night sky, he opened his mouth and sucked hard.

Li Congyun, who originally flew into the night sky, only felt that his mind was unstable, as if he had been stripped from his body. In the blink of an eye, he saw his body falling from mid-air, and he was still flying backwards continuously.

For a moment, he finally climbed up to that old face with a terrified expression, pawing at the ground with his hands and feet, and climbing towards the body in front of him with the help of his cultivation base.

Behind him, soap boots came stepping on the ground. Zhong Kui opened an extra paper umbrella in his hand, threw it into the night sky, and slowly suspended above Li Congyun's body, casting a blue-black light to cover his body.

The old man climbed to the edge of his body, and he couldn't get back no matter what. He turned his head, and in the sight of Yuanshen, the figure of the number one scholar in red robe approaching had a ferocious and gloomy appearance, and his mind was turbulent in the other's gaze.

The coming soap boots stopped in front of the old man, and the iron-faced curly temples stretched up, like a voice of chewing iron: "Who said just now that there is no magic sword to deal with me?"

"Old man...Old man..."

Li Congyun's words could speak to the god-man in front of him, but at this time the domineering posture he had before had long since disappeared, as if he had returned to the timidity he faced decades ago when his master and senior brothers wanted to send him to the Demon Suppressing Cave.

"Old man... His skills are not as good as others. If I go back this time, I will never come back again in my lifetime."

The old man answered with another words, like the sound of chewing iron floating in the dark wind, whimpering echoed in the old man's ears.

"...I used to be a scholar. I studied hard only to serve the country. So what if I was full of economics. I was not as good as the top scholar, and I was despised as ugly and vicious... Hehe, I fell on the pillar and died...Because of this face, See through many things in this world, including you!"

Zhong Kui looked at the old man on the ground, and grinned, but in the eyes of the other party, it was hideous and terrifying, which made Li Congyun's soul tremble in fright.

"This man of god, old man... sympathizes with what happened to you, can you let me go?"

"Ha ha……"

The burly figure's laughter gradually became louder, "Hahaha...at this moment, I'm still lying, and I've eaten countless ghosts, how can I fail to see through your tricks."

The voice paused.

"Don't practice Taoism in the next life, learn to be a man first!"

The old man sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, the divine man in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, and the dark wind poured in, pulling his primordial spirit to float up directly.

Li Congyun still wanted to struggle, but Zhong Kui instantly turned into a big ghost and pinched him in his hands, squeezing his head so that it swelled up. The next second, the old man was screaming in despair, his head was bitten by the open bloody mouth, and he His primordial spirit tore apart, and Li Congyun's yelling stopped abruptly in an instant.

The rest of the body was then stuffed into the bloody mouth by Zhong Kui, chewed and swallowed whole.

Boom!
Boom!
The bells and drums of the Imperial City and Police Street in the distance were beating. Zhong Kui heard the drums and turned around to look at the majestic Imperial City in the dark night, feeling a little dazed.

"What is the sage looking at?"

Hearing the sound, Zhong Kui closed his eyes, and turned his gaze back to the approaching Chen Yuan. The terrifying smile had a peaceful tone, and he said with a frank smile, "I'm sorry to see it."

Immediately, he took back the Demon Swinging Sword in the distance, held it in his hand, turned around and walked towards the white mist that filled the street, "The time is coming, I should go down."

"Holy Monarch!"

Chen Yuan took the wine gourd from the hand of the white-clothed and white-robed woodcarver who stumbled over, and his spiritual manifestation magnified in his hand: "The sage eats ghosts, how can he be without wine?"

The figure of Bai Wu who walked away turned around, looked at the wine in Chen Yuan's hand, pursed her lips, turned back with a smile, took the gourd in her hand and poured it with her head up.

Hahaha--

Then he returned the gourd to Chen Yuan and cupped his hands heavily: "Farewell!"

He laughed boldly and walked towards the thick fog, where he disappeared.

"Farewell!" Chen Yuan put down the gourd and cupped her hands towards Bai Wu.

……

On the ground, Li Bai took back the gourd, poured it on the ground, there was not a drop, and sat down on the ground with a sad face.

　Four changes completed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)