Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

On the other side, the fake Taoist touched the white, seemingly transparent face, and raised his eyes to look at Wei Wei and the two of them.

"Just let you see the deity's methods."

After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest took out a small banner from his arms and threw it into the sky, only to see that the banner suddenly became larger and enveloped the entire Shen residence.

And from the banner, there was a shrill roar, and the ghost flashed.

"Spirit banner."

Even Mu Yanwan was a little shocked by the Magic Treasures that the fake Taoist took out.

"Isn't this Magic Treasures from Ghost Sect? Are you from Ghost Sect?"

"Ghost sect? Where is the ghost sect in this world?" The fake Taoist seemed to mention the long-term past and muttered: "The ghost sect has disappeared in the long stream of history."

At that time, he was just a disciple who had just entered the school for a few years.

Before they could make a breakthrough, the Ghost Sect was surrounded by several self-righteous Sects and disappeared from the world.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to be assigned by the teacher to do business, he would have died.

It's a pity that all the brothers and sisters who have been with each other for several years have been poisoned, and even the teacher has not escaped.

"Sect that hurts people like this, it's better to die."

On the other side, Song Hongli, who heard this, frowned and said this, obviously resenting the ghost sect.

Looking at the souls floating in the sky, and the tragic roar, who has no compassion in their hearts? !

"Hehe, hurting people? No, no, no, you are all ants in our eyes. What's the harm if one ant dies? Even if thousands of ants die, it doesn't matter."

The pale face of the fake Taoist priest was eerily red, coquettish and morbid, making people feel cold behind their backs for no reason.

"Unfortunately, those who claim to be righteous don't think so. It's superficial! Isn't this world The Weak are Prey to the Strong?"

"You can slaughter pigs and sheep for the sake of appetite. Why can't we kill and sacrifice for strength? In the end, it's just a matter of who is stronger and who is weaker!"

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you kill those who hinder me, and sacrifice enough people, my ghost sect will have a comeback one day."

Song Hongli looked at the ghosts in the sky, only to feel a feeling that he had never felt before filling his heart. Anger, resentment, and unprecedented, killing intent.

"It's a good comeback. With me waiting for you today, you won't be able to succeed!"

Slaughter the living people, and make sacrifices to conjure up the spirit banners.

How vicious? !

How heartbroken were their parents, wives, and children when they found out? If a family is missing a person, who knows what will happen?

The most important thing is that those who are sacrificed and refined cannot be reincarnated at all.

They are trapped in the conjuring streamer, day after day, year after year, never ending.

That kind of pain, that kind of resentment, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

"Little Yellow Mouth, the deity will take your ghost and sacrificing the deity's soul-calling banner, so that you will never be born again! Go—"

The fake Taoist raised his index and middle fingers together, and drank toward the sky, but saw the soul-calling banners parked in mid-air plunging toward the ground with a 'swish'.

Three points into the ground, there was no wind, and the black air spread again, moving towards Song Hongli as if alive.

The soul that was hovering in the air seemed to have received an order and rushed towards Song Hongli.

Seeing this, Mu Yanwan immediately concentrated her energy, and Zi Yu's nine flutes stood on her lips.

When the sound started, the Spiritual Qi of the whole body gathered in the sound of the flute, resisting the menacing ghost group.

Here, Mu Yanwan was desperately entangled in the ghost, and there Song Hongli also knew that when the opportunity was lost, he would not come again and attacked the demon.

"Bibo Jiantao."

The spirit sword in Song Hongli's hand rolled up a layer of Sword Qi water waves, which kept stacking up, turning into Sword Qi waves several meters high, rolling towards the fake Taoist priest with an incomparably fierce attitude.

Naturally, not to be outdone, the fake Taoist took out the spirit sword in his storage bag and placed it across his chest.

That spirit sword was as black as ink, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

He obviously knew the power of this spirit sword, and he used it to hold it across his head to resist the attack.

In an instant, the fake Taoist began to counterattack, and the spirit sword swung Sword Qi again and again.

The turbulent Sword Qi waves kept destroying the Sword Qi waves, and summoned Song Hongli's sword to suppress.

"Haha, just relying on your rambunctious Cultivation Technique, you still want to beat me, it's really whimsical!"

The fake Taoist laughed lightly.

"yes?"

Song Hongli didn't panic about this, silently working his mind.

Suddenly, the sword in Song Hongli's hand trembled lightly, fluctuating with a faint brilliance.

His Sword Technique speed suddenly increased, his sword moves were extremely smooth, and the suppressed cold light Sword Qi waves suddenly swelled up and launched a counterattack!

Pong Chi!

That Biguang Sword Qi situation was engulfed and wiped out in an instant, and a ferocious Sword Qi, like a icy wind, began to surround the false Taoist priests from all directions.

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