I have a mirror of two realms

Chapter 113 The little Taoist priest never talks about martial ethics
He had no confidence that he could control this kind of old ghost living in the netherworld.

If the city god Sheng Wenxuan opens his mouth and asks him for a ghost, will Wang Teng give it to him or not?

To offend Sheng Wenxuan for something like Qing Nu is a loss-making deal no matter how you look at it!

Rather than keeping it to add unnecessary trouble to yourself, it would be more satisfying to directly earn the light of destiny.

As the saying goes, stop and stop, but suffer from chaos.

"Just feel at ease. Just go to hell!"

Wang Teng flicked his fingers together, and three thick bolts of lightning fell straight down.

Wave after wave of green energy floated up and dispersed in the Soul-Suppressing Talisman Formation.

47 rays of destiny, once again arrived instantly.

"call"

Wang Teng took a deep breath and turned to look at the battlefield on the other side.

Sheng Xihuo was seen covered in cuts and bruises, still waving weapons desperately to entangle the old man in soap robes.

More than half of the dozen or so white-clothed soldiers were killed or wounded.

There were only five white-robed soldiers left on the field, still struggling to cooperate with Sheng Xihuo to drag the old man in soap robes.

"what!"

"what!"

Two miserable howls sounded in succession, and two more white-robed soldiers died under the soap-robed attack.

At this time, the old man in soap robe had disheveled hair, and the black air lingering all over his body was much thinner.

"Taoist Priest Yujizi, we're in trouble!"

Wang Teng turned around and cupped his hands, begging Yujizi to use the Soul-Suppressing Talisman Formation again for help.

"Sir, if we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid Pindao's old bones will be useless!"

Yujizi had a bitter look on his face and kept chattering.

"Taoist priest, please rest assured, I will definitely compensate you afterwards!"

Wang Teng smiled softly and hit Yujizi's sore feet with one sentence.

The two of them have a combination of interests. Why not talk about money at this time?
"Hey, sir, look at what you said."

Yu Jizi suddenly smiled and immediately used the Soul Suppressing Talisman Formation without saying anything.

As for the Yin soldiers and Yin generals of Qingyuan County's Netherworld Division, what does it have to do with Yujizi whether they are dead or alive?

The next moment, the spirit-suppressing talisman formation enveloped the old man in soap robe, trapping him firmly in the formation.

"You little Taoist priest are so cunning!"

The old man in soap robe rolled his eyes, the whites of his eyes filled with blazing anger.

It never expected that it would capsize in this gutter.

"I've received many awards, but I'm really ashamed of myself!"

Wang Teng smiled slightly and started chatting shamelessly with the old man in soap robe.

He didn't mean to give Zao Pao a way out, but he planned to take the opportunity to delay it for a little longer.

Let this guy Yu Jizi put in more effort, and he will feel more comfortable.

After all, Wang Teng would always hear a sound when his free money was thrown out.

"You, a little Taoist priest, are not only rich but also possess a panacea. May I ask which master of Biyou Temple you are a disciple of?"

The old man in soap robe seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope, and he immediately started to praise him without any effort.

By the way, it also wanted to see if it could have some friendship with Wang Teng.

"I'm just an outside disciple practicing at home."

Wang Teng smiled and allowed the old man in soap robe to perform vigorously in front of him.

With just a few words, this guy Zaopao will definitely not be able to turn around!

"You are an outer disciple of Biyou Temple practicing at home?"

The old man in soap robe looked at Wang Teng in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that this was the truth.

But as far as Wang Teng's performance in this battle is concerned, he is not as rigid as those disciples who entered the temple.

Hard to do.
Zaopao secretly wondered in his mind: Could it be that this little Taoist priest was the secret agent of Biyou Guan?

Otherwise, it is completely unexplainable!

How did a mere outer disciple of Biyou Temple get such a rich net worth?

I'm afraid that the inner disciples of Biyou Temple don't have half the background of the little Taoist priest in front of them.

Just as the old man in soap robe was thinking secretly, Wang Teng took out six Five Thunder Talismans and threw them out without any explanation.

"You little Taoist priest."

Zaopao felt anxious, and before he finished speaking, he hurriedly took action to resist the five thunders.

Thick lightning flashes came one after another, giving Zao Pao no chance to continue his performance.

“I’m a little Taoist priest.”

Wang Teng deliberately lengthened his voice: "I never talk about martial ethics!"

After that, he took out six Five Thunder Talismans from his arms again and threw them out.

Then he made hand gestures, chanted spells and cast spells, and then launched another fierce attack.

When all nineteen Five Thunder Talismans on Wang Teng's body were used up, black smoke could be seen billowing from the Soul Suppressing Talisman array.

At the same time, 53 rays of light of destiny arrived instantly.

As Qing Nu and Zao Pao were beheaded one after another, this branch of Qingguang Ghost King's army suffered all casualties.

Among them are five eighth-grade masters with more than 150 years of Taoism, 22 ninth-grade ghosts with nearly a hundred years of Taoism, and a total of 120 low-level ghosts.

The losses suffered by the Netherworld Division in Qingyuan County were somewhat insignificant in comparison.

One Anton envoy, ten white-robed soldiers and dozens of low-level Yin soldiers, the Netherworld Division only paid a small price.

"Thank you so much, young master!" Sheng Xihuo strode forward and saluted Wang Teng.

The expression on its face was one part sadness and one part joy.

"Thanks to the great help of the Netherworld's Futile Death Formation and Taoist Priest Yujizi, I can live up to my fate below!"

Wang Teng shook his head slightly and attributed all the credit to Netherworld Division and Yu Jizi.

He has taken advantage of enough this time, and this kind of superficiality is nothing to argue with.

Sometimes we fight and fight, and in the end it is inevitable that we will be resented for no reason.

Not to mention the movements in Anling City, the Qingguang Ghost King alone would not give up.

Once the Qingguang Ghost King regains his strength and learns the truth about the battle at Maple Grove Villa, Wang Teng's future will not be easy.

Judging from City God Sheng Wenxuan's scheming, he might be able to sell Wang Teng for a good price one day.

However, looking at the current overall situation in Qingyuan County, Wang Teng has no choice but to compromise with the City God Sheng Wenxuan.

His own magic power is not good enough, so he has to wait for three to five years.

"Young master is really a ridiculous compliment. I am too humble to deserve it."

Yujizi nodded quickly, with a smile on his face that was almost full of joy.

"Sheng Xihuo thanks Taoist Priest Yujizi."

An Xi made Sheng Xihuo very discerning, and quickly turned around and cupped his hand towards Yu Jizi.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, there's no need for Anxi to do this."

Yu Jizi waved the dust in his hand, looking somewhat like an immortal.

They were chatting with each other, and Qin Yi on the other side also walked over quickly.

"Son!"

Qin Yi's hanging heart slowly dropped, and she hurriedly came over to say hello.

She smiled slightly at Wang Teng, her pink face and almond-shaped eyes filled with endless love.

"Ah."

Wang Teng nodded and was not in a hurry to whisper to Qin Yi first.

He turned around and looked at Sheng Xihuo beside him: "Sir, could you please report it to Shanda people after you go back, saying that after the next battle, your kidneys are weak and your body is weak, and you need to recuperate for a while before visiting the City God's Temple."

"Okay, after I humbly return, I should report the truth to Shanda people."

Sheng Xihuo clasped his fists, gathered the remaining team and prepared to leave Maplewood Manor.

"Wait a moment."

Wang Teng shouted behind Sheng Xihuo: "Sir, let's share some of the loot and go back."

"No."

Sheng Xihuo turned around, waved his hand, and said with a sincere expression: "Young master, the talismans you lost this time are huge, and some of the trophies can be regarded as a token of appreciation from our Netherworld Division."

Then it hesitated for a moment and continued: "Master Xihuo Wenting raised a young nightmare. These soul beads are just suitable for feeding the nightmare."

After that, Sheng Xihuo led the three remaining white-clothed soldiers and disappeared into the vast night.

"Sir, are we..."

Yu Jizi rolled her eyes and whispered, urging Wang Teng to quickly count the loot.

Sheng Xihuo's generous words made Yu Jizi very satisfied. This guy wished that he could share more.

"Taoist Priest Yujizi, let's not be in a hurry about the trophies."

Wang Teng smiled and waved his hand, and took a step forward to hold Qin Yi's tender skin.

He looked at Qin Yi lovingly and smiled, then extended his hand to introduce the two parties: "Yi'er, this is Taoist Priest Yujizi, and a fellow Taoist who shares the same goals as my husband."

"My concubine, Qin Yi, has met Taoist Priest Yujizi."

Qin Yi is slightly blessed, her posture is elegant and moving.

"Yu Jizi has met Madam."

Yujizi nodded, and then turned his attention to Wang Teng.

"Taoist Master Yujizi, how about we talk about sharing the spoils later?"

Wang Teng showed a look of helplessness and pursed his lips towards Qin Yi beside him.

He couldn't say it clearly at this time, but secretly signaled to Yu Jizi beside him not to disturb his good deeds.

"That"

Yu Jizi was obviously a little over-conscious, and replied with an embarrassed look: "Then I will go back to recuperate and rest first, and we will discuss it again after the young master returns to the house tomorrow."

"Taoist Priest Yujizi has worked hard tonight."

Wang Teng nodded lightly, quite satisfied with Yujizi's knowledge.

He watched Yu Jizi's retreating figure, getting further and further away in the vast night, and then slowly disappeared among the maple leaves.

Wang Teng hugged Qin Yi's delicate body and began to greet her with a gentle smile.

He's already here anyway, so why not take the opportunity to make a few more big deals worth billions?

Otherwise, Tui would be sorry for Qin Yi spending time alone in her spring boudoir.

"Master, don't be impatient."

Qin Yi's face was shy for a moment, and she raised her white jade-like hand to give Wang Teng a gentle push.

She gently stroked her hair and smiled sweetly: "There are still many things scattered in the manor. I think it is best to tidy them up first to avoid being spotted by passing thieves."

"Ha ha!"

Wang Teng laughed loudly when he heard this: "I wish that that blind little thief would come and go. It would be better if she is a beautiful female thief who happens to be traveling together with you!"

"Young Master is laughing at Yi'er again. Yi'er is really angry this time!"

Qin Yi's face showed a bit of anger, and she lightly hammered Wang Teng with her fists and legs.

What she mainly focuses on at this time is to welcome or refuse, and she is very precise in the sense of proportion.

(End of this chapter)