Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"Stupid!"

"I am a ghost messenger from the underworld. This body is condensed by resentment. How can you hurt me?"

The red-clothed ghost messenger looked sarcastic.

As a ghost messenger, he practiced ghost arts. His body was condensed by resentment. Ordinary attacks could not hurt him at all.

Sure enough, Bai Gu Zhenren's palm fell, but it seemed to hit the air, and it went through directly without hurting anything.

"That may not be the case!"

Although he didn't know why Bai Gu Zhenren suddenly turned his face, since it had already happened, Song Yiming would not be polite.

A mouthful of purple cloud true fire spurted out and blasted at the red-clothed ghost messenger!

Boom!

Where the purple cloud true fire passed, countless corpse ghosts turned into ashes in an instant, and the red and white double evil spirits were so scared that their faces turned pale.

"No! What kind of fire is this? It can hurt me!"

The red-clothed ghost messenger showed a look of fear on his face.

This purple cloud true fire is the most yang fire, which is specifically used to defeat ghosts. Once touched, the soul will be scattered!

"Husband, be careful!"

"They are human monks!"

Aside, the ghost girl in white dress also changed her pretty face and reminded him quickly.

However, the ghost messenger in red dress was still a step slower and was hit by the purple cloud fire on his shoulder. He screamed and his whole arm was burning.

"Ah! No! Spare my life!"

The ghost messenger in red dress rolled on the ground, trying to put out the fire, but the purple cloud fire was extraordinary. Not only did it not go out, but it became more and more intense.

In just a few breaths, he was burned to ashes, and his body and soul disappeared!

"Husband!"

The ghost girl in white dress screamed, her pretty face full of grief and anger.

She and the ghost messenger in red dress were married and guarded this place together for a hundred years. They had already had feelings for each other. Now that her lover died tragically, how could she not be sad?

"Since you miss him so much, let's go together!"

The real person Bai Gu sneered, took out a white bone banner, and shook it gently, and a suction force came.

Huh!

The ghost girl in white skirt felt a huge force covering her whole body. She was unable to resist and was sucked into the white bone banner.

"No! Don't kill me, I am willing to surrender!"

The ghost girl in white skirt screamed in fear from the white bone banner, but Bai Gu Zhenren seemed not to hear it and shook it again.

Crack!

The ghost girl in white skirt was crushed to pieces and fell completely.

"Daoyou Bai Gu, why do you want to kill them?"

Song Yiming frowned, a little puzzled.

Although these two were ghost messengers, they guarded this place and did not do any evil, so they were not guilty of death.

"It's very simple. If the news of flying zombies spreads, the underworld will definitely send someone to investigate!"

"Instead of being calculated by others at that time, it is better to strike first."

After killing the red and white evil spirits, Bai Gu Zhenren sneered and didn't care at all.

"Fellow Daoist Song, your magical power is really amazing. That flame should be the Purple Cloud True Fire, right?"

"It is said that this flame contains the purple energy of sunrise, is extremely strong and yang, and is specifically used to restrain ghosts. Seeing it today, it is indeed well-deserved."

Bai Gu Zhenren put away the white bone banner, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

The power of Song Yiming's purple cloud true fire just now was so great that even he felt palpitations. If he was hit, he would probably be seriously injured.

"You are too kind. How can I be regarded as a Taoist with my little Taoist practice?"

Song Yiming smiled slightly, but he was already alert in his heart.

This Bai Gu Zhenren is deep-minded and ruthless. He suddenly killed the red and white evil spirits. It is obvious that he has some plans, and we must be on guard.

"Too modest, with your strength, I'm afraid there are few rivals even among Jindan cultivators."

"Plus, this thousand-year-old flying zombie will surely become a giant of our Zhao State in time."

"Next, you and I will wait here for the corpse to transform."

Bai Gu Zhenren looked at the coffin, his eyes full of heat.

Song Yiming nodded, without saying much, and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest.

"Hmph, this Bai Gu Zhenren suddenly took action just now, probably to monopolize this flying zombie!"

"He hasn't turned against me yet, he must have some concerns, but he will probably take action when this flying zombie transforms."

"Should I take action first, or..."

While Song Yiming was thinking, a roar suddenly came from the coffin.

Boom!

In the coffin, a terrifying corpse aura came from the female corpse, as if some shackles were broken, and the aura rose steadily.

"The flying zombie is about to transform!"