I take a little action, that's the limit

"I've thought about it, let's call you the Corpse-Smashing Demon." I walked up to Tang Qi and looked at him condescendingly.

Although my chest still hurts, I guess they are worse than me. At least I can still stand up. The three of them are already bleeding from the corners of their mouths. It is obvious that the side effects of those powerful Taoist techniques just now are not small.

"When the sun comes out, a drop of oil comes out. Holding a golden whip, he rides an ox upside down. Three commands make the water flow. A finger on the red door stops the blood from flowing." Tang Qi suddenly recited a spell quickly, stood up suddenly and pinched my neck. He smiled evilly and said, "Kid, haven't you heard the saying that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse?"

"Fuck your uncle, I'm the camel!" He was so strong that my toes almost left the ground due to his pinching.

"Haha, a Maoshan Taoist priest and a descendant of the Ghost Sect should be able to refine ghost spirits." Tang Qi looked at the other two people with a smile, and then looked at me with a pained expression: "It's you, It’s really bad, but since it’s delivered to your door, I’ll reluctantly accept it.”

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet." He held me in his arms and said to Brother Xiaoma and Biao Sanjie in a very gentlemanly manner: "I'm Tang Qi of the Dishamen, you can also call me Tang Bozhou."

"Are you Tang Bozhou?" Biao Sanjie choked on a mouthful of blood and asked excitedly.

"Hey, it's true, so I won't be wronged if you fall into my hands." Tang Bozhou touched his face with his palm, and his handsome little face immediately turned into a wrinkled old face.

"Kid, let me send you on your way first. How do you want to die? Do you want to watch yourself being disemboweled, or skin and bones removed? For the sake of your young age, you choose one. You choose the rest. Just leave it to them, what do you think, I can take care of you." Tang Bozhou looked in a good mood and snarled at me.

"You're paralyzed! Bah!" I cursed and spat at the old grandson again.

"Looking for death!" After Tang Bozhou said, he threw me against the wall with a wave of his hand. I almost fainted and collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood. How could Tang Bozhou, a shriveled and thin old man, have such strength.

The blood I spit out was unnoticeably stained on the fire stick in my hand. The fire stick emits a red light again. An image suddenly floated into my mind. My eyes suddenly lit up. It turned out that this evil-killing sword was like this. usage.

The Evil Killing Sword was blocked by my thigh, and Tang Bozhou couldn't see anything at all, so I wasn't worried about him finding anything unusual.

"Since you are so ignorant of current affairs, I will skin you and remove your bones, and let you struggle for three days and three nights before dying slowly." Tang Bozhou's eyes were gloomy, and he was walking toward me step by step like a demon from hell.

"Even if I die, I will keep you alive!" I endured the pain and rushed towards Tang Bozhou, thrust the Evil-Destroying Sword fiercely into his chest, and shouted at the same time: "One sword kills evil spirits. !”

He was startled for a moment, glanced down, and said with a smile: "You want to kill me with a broken stick. You are too childish."

"Who told you that sticks can't kill people?" I snorted and pulled out the fire stick. At this time, there was a two-inch long, light yellow "flame" on the fire stick.

Of course, it is said to be a "flame", but I actually don't know what it is. Anyway, it looks very cool, just like the laser sword in the movie, but it is much more real than the laser sword. At least the "flame" is still floating back and forth. put.

"Ah..." Tang Bozhou screamed and covered his chest hard, but blood still spurted out for free. He knelt in front of me, looked at me with horror on his face and asked: "You, what are you doing? What weapon?"

"The butcher's knife is specially designed to kill animals!"

Seeing him fall to the ground, dead, I fell to the ground softly, feeling as if all the strength in my body had been drained away.

Brother Ma coughed and said with a smile: "Xiao Luo, it's not easy."

"That, that's... don't even look at who the young master is." I said sternly, trying not to faint.

"Damn it, let me take a look at that magic weapon of yours." Brother Ma couldn't hold it in for a long time and said to me calmly.

"Here." I weakly threw the Evil Killing Sword to Brother Ma. I might still be wary of others, but Brother Ma and I have been through life and death twice. If I don't even trust him, who do I trust? Woolen cloth?

"Fuck, how do you play with this thing?" Brother Ma asked me with his eyes wide open after tinkering for a long time without getting the flame out.

"You don't know how to play? Are you serious?" I calmed down for a long time and looked at Brother Ma with doubt. Judging from his status as a Taoist priest in Maoshan, it was impossible that he didn't know how to use this thing.

"I lied to you that I am a grandson." Xiao Ma said.

"That's what you are."

"You want me to beat you up."

"It's just you? I'll let you do it now." I smiled arrogantly.

"Fuck, hurry up and teach me." Brother Ma said to me.

"Uh, let's talk about it when we get back." I glanced at Biao Sanjie, who was sitting cross-legged beside him to nurse his injury.

"Yes, this grandson is not a good bird either." Xiao Ma said rudely.

What a shame. Just now, the two of them were working together flawlessly to defend against the enemy. Now that the enemy has just died, the two have become enemies. I don’t know if they knew each other before or what their relationship is.

"Hmph, Biao Sanjie has recorded today's kindness. Farewell!" Hu Sanjie glared at Brother Xiaoma, stood up with force, hugged me with a fist, and walked out with one unsteady step.

"Brother Xiao Ma, do you know him?" I looked at the back of Biao Sanjie and asked.

"I don't know him, I just know he is from the Ghost Sect." Brother Xiao Ma said.

"Oh." I nodded. I had asked Xiao Ma before what the Ghost Sect was, but he didn't say anything, so I couldn't lick my face and continue to ask, but let's ask some other head office. I thought of this and asked. : "Then how do you know he is not the murderer?"

"Although the people of the Ghost Sect are both good and evil, there is no need to refine the Hundred Ghost Banner." Xiao Ma said.

"Disdain?"

"It's not disdain, it's reverence for the gods. The Ghost Sect is famous all over the world for its ghost raising and ghost control skills. How can such a sect seal souls casually? This is just like dog lovers will not eat dog meat, so the Ghost Sect I can’t explain why someone refined the Hundred Ghost Banner, and then I thought of someone else.” Brother Xiao Ma said.

"Then how do you know he is from the Ghost Sect?" I asked again.

"Damn it, didn't you tell me?" Xiao Ma gave me a slap.

"Hey, brother, don't make trouble, I'm injured too." I glared at him and asked, "When did I tell you?"

"Didn't you get knocked down by him last time? You told me about the spell he used." Brother Ma helped me stand up: "Okay, don't think about it, just run away."

"The road of woolen yarn?"

"You killed the master of the Disha Sect. Do you think you will be better off?"

"Damn it, I didn't know he was the master of the Disha Sect." I said with a sad face: "Brother Xiao Ma, you must save me. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..."

"It's no use begging me, I can't save you."

"Aren't you a Taoist priest from Maoshan? Why don't you let me hide in Maoshan for two years?"

"Put me down, don't talk about you anymore, I can't even go to Maoshan now."