Pick up an assassin as a wife

Jiang Xiaole's successive attacks made the ghost soldier unable to hold his head up.

Jiang Xiaole was filled with depression when he was beaten by this thing just now. He restrained the spiritual power on the Demon-Conquering Pestle and simply used the Demon-Conquering Pestle itself. The ghost soldier captain screamed in agony, but he didn't know how to fight. die.

Jiang Xiaole was in a lot of trouble that night, and now he found an outlet to vent his anger. He never stopped attacking, and the guy kept rolling around while he hit him.

"Hero, stop, I was wrong, please spare me." The ghost soldier captain held his head and begged for mercy. Jiang Xiaole did not expect that this guy knew how to beg for mercy.

His strength is much more powerful than ordinary ghost soldiers. If Jiang Xiaole hadn't won with one move just now and beat him to the point where he couldn't move, he would definitely have to spend a lot of energy in the follow-up. Now under the continuous beatings of the Demonic Pestle, this guy He had long lost the chance to resist, but Jiang Xiaole could clearly feel that his body had changed from a mixed black color to a somewhat transparent and bright one, as if he was a ghost that was turning into a soul body.

And Jiang Xiaole could clearly feel that under the attack of the Demonic Pestle, his body seemed to have been purified in some way, and the whole ghost became clear and clear.

It seems that he has regained his sanity, and the strong negative energy has disappeared after being beaten by the demon pestle.

Seeing that the ghost soldier captain had regained his sanity, Jiang Xiaole's heart moved and he had a special idea, so the movements of his hands slowed down and he said lightly: "It's okay for me to forgive you, but I ask What do you want, you have to answer me honestly."

The captain of the ghost soldiers became much clearer, but Jiang Xiaole could still see the Jue Dao, and he felt that he was dishonest, so he said coldly: "Now this thing has no spiritual power. If you don't speak up, I will give you a hard time." Give it a couple of hard blows, and your soul will be blown away by then."

"I'll tell you properly. I'll definitely tell you. Please ask me." The ghost soldier captain's men were cleared away by Jiang Xiaole. Another ghost soldier came from a distance. The ghost soldier captain quickly begged for mercy: "My lord, please Please forgive them, they were forced into this situation."

Jiang Xiaole asked him to shout. The ghost soldiers who were still rushing over were stopped by the shouts. Jiang Xiaole said: "You have also seen my attitude. Now you should answer properly."

"Yes, thank you sir, just ask, I will tell you honestly."

When the ghost soldier captain spoke at this time, his answers were fluent and normal. Jiang Xiaole was very curious. The ghost soldier captain before was a manic ghost, but now he looked like a normal person. , looks extremely normal.

Jiang Xiaole said: "Let your subordinates in the distance stop other ghost soldiers from getting closer first."

The ghost soldier captain immediately issued the order as Jiang Xiaole said. The ghost soldiers really assembled a battle formation in the distance, and no one came closer.

Jiang Xiaole saw that he really did what he said, and said with satisfaction: "Good performance, now introduce yourself to me."

When asked by Jiang Xiaole, the ghost soldier captain's eyes showed some confusion. He held his head and struggled painfully for a few times. After a while, he came to his senses and then said: "My name is Zhao Desheng. , he is the second battalion commander of the Shenwu Camp, villain, villain..." He called himself a villain for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence for the next half day. He seemed like he really couldn't remember. Later, when he looked at Jiang Xiaole, his eyes were filled with fear.

Jiang Xiaole asked: "You are from Shenwu Camp, so have you heard of Gu Changqiu?"

"Gu Changqiu!" I don't know why, when he heard Gu Changqiu's name, Zhao Desheng seemed to have changed into a ghost, and his expression suddenly became calm. Jiang Xiaole had seen this expression before, in Wan Changfeng's The undisguised hatred on his face was so unlucky and obvious.

"If we hadn't met Gu Changqiu, we wouldn't be where we are now. The Gu family made us what we are today. They all deserve to die, and the Zhao family must die."

He kept repeating, and waves of black aura appeared on the ferocious face, and powerful negative emotions erupted. After Jiang Xiaole sensed it, he quickly hit him with the demon pestle. Zhao Desheng was beaten continuously. He rolled and screamed, but the black energy never dissipated. Jiang Xiaole had no choice but to input his spiritual power into the Demon-Conquering Pestle again, and hit Zhao Desheng on the head with great force. The black energy dissipated, and Zhao Desheng He was also dizzy and almost knocked to death, and his soul became much darker.

But he woke up. After Jiang Xiaole saw that he was awake, he was ready to continue asking what Gu Changqiu had done to make his subordinates have such terrible hatred.

At this moment, a golden light flew from a distance and arrived at Jiang Xiaole and the others.

Jiang Xiaole felt that he was a different person when he was traveling at night. He never expected that there were people like him who dared to release magic like the golden bell at night, which was as dazzling as the blood in a pile of flies.

However, there is a very unique difference between that person's golden light shield and the golden bell. Jiang Xiaole's golden bell is the power of light, while the opponent's shield is not just the power of light, but also has some special powers, which are just far away. Looking at it from a distance makes people feel as if their heart has been purified and feels extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

After Jiang Xiaole figured out Zhao Desheng, he asked him to kneel aside. He looked above his head defensively, and a monk fell from the sky.

The monk was young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a child-like appearance. He held an ordinary wooden stick in his hand, a circle of thick Buddhist beads around his neck, and a circle of small Buddhist beads on his hand. His eyes were very brighter than his bald head.

After reaching Jiang Xiaole, he first saluted Jiang Xiaole. Jiang Xiaole didn't know why he came closer and asked, "I wonder why this young master came here?"

When the young monk looked at Jiang Xiaole, he also looked at Zhao Desheng and the ghost soldiers in the distance.

After hearing Jiang Xiaole's question, he smiled and pointed at his throat, and then saluted again.

Jiang Xiaole thought he was a mute and nodded understandingly. The little monk seemed to see Jiang Xiaole's understanding and continued to point at his mouth. Jiang Xiaole really couldn't understand what the monk meant, so he just looked at it with confusion. Looking at him.

Just when Jiang Xiaole was confused, the monk moved, and the wooden stick and Buddhist beads in his hand flew into the sky.