final stage

"I want to see if you can outrun the sword qi." Yes, Yi Moran recalled that the sword qi scratched his dummy skin when he didn't realize it at all. Now, is it still possible?

The copper coin sword had already started, and Yi Moran took Tiangang step, bit his finger, and smeared blood on the copper coin sword, and the sword body immediately burst into golden light. At that moment, the old man was dazzled by the Taoist spirit.

Yi Moran seized the opportunity, kicked forward with her right foot, swung the copper coin sword in her hand, and stabbed straight at the old man standing there.

The old man was able to transform into a human form, so his cultivation was not low, and he felt the strong murderous aura, so he immediately jumped to the roof beside him, bared his teeth, and looked at Yi Moran below who stabbed the wall with all his strength.

"Little Taoist priest, you're still a little tender, so what if you have a high cultivation level, don't even think about touching a single hair of this great immortal!" The old man looked at Yi Moran provocatively, feeling that he had lived a long life.

Yi Moran didn't accept this aggressive method, he pointed the copper coin sword at the old man again, and with his cultivation in it, he let go of the sword and went straight to the old man on the roof.

The old man curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Still using this trick?" As he said that, he was about to jump aside, and when he said it, it was too late, and Yi Moran threw out another talisman, which talisman was different from the previous one Zhang is different.

Even though this talisman flew in the air at an extremely fast speed, the lavender light from the talisman could still be seen.

The talisman paper is yellow, the runes are purple, and the coexistence of the two colors is a sign of auspiciousness.

The old man was only in a hurry to dodge the menacing copper coin sword, but he didn't pay attention to the talisman beside him, "Ah!!" With a painful cry, the old man was hit by the talisman, his skin was black and blood was dripping.

"Dead Taoist priest! This great immortal wants your life!" The old man's eyes were full of blood, and he said in a thin voice, as if he wanted to cut through the sky.

He was almost insane, since he transformed into a human form, no one can drive him to this point!

Enduring the burning sensation on his body, the old man's black nails became sharp again, and the sound of piercing the air rang in Yi Moran's ears, and he was dodging.

The purple-gold talisman that Yi Moran used just now was really draining his vitality, he was waiting for an opportunity, when the old man became mad and tired, as long as he slack off a bit, Yi Moran would give him a fatal blow.

The old man looked at Yi Moran with a poisoned look in his eyes, wishing he could tear him apart right away, attacking him haphazardly.

Gradually, the old man also saw that Yi Moran was only dodging but not attacking, and his rationality slowly returned. He looked at Yi Moran who was dodging everywhere, and he also had his own plan.

I saw that the old man who was pretending to be crazy to attack Yi Moran seemed to have disappeared, and there was nowhere to find him.

Faced with this change, Yi Moran really panicked. He started to look around, but there was no sign of bushes, woods, deserted houses....

The suffocating silence was restored everywhere.Yi Moran returned to the original spot, and was about to set up a simple formation, but heard a rustling sound behind her ears, turned around, but there was nothing.

"Oops! It's been tricked!" When Yi Moran realized it, he had already been hit by the old man, and he flew out directly.

Yi Moran reluctantly stood up, but clutched her chest, looking weak.

"Tell me, how should I eat you?" The old man said frantically again. He thought he had beaten him so hard that he couldn't fight back, but he didn't expect...

"The way of being imprisoned in heaven, all living beings need to go through immeasurable kalpas, leave the deep prison for a single obsession, and entrust it to the practice of cultivation! All living beings are also immeasurably before, to solve the present world, to escape the thoughts of the troubled heaven, to take the way of the afterlife, and to practice the practice of truth! Hurry like a law, order!"

When Yi Moran yelled out the monster-subduing thunder curse, the old man's face was pale, and he shook his head again and again: "No, that's not right! This is the Maoshan faction's original creation of the monster-subduing thunder curse, how could you do it!"

Yi Moran naturally didn't reveal his identity, he looked indifferent, and said: "Don't worry about why I cursed, look up, the thunder disaster is coming. You will definitely die."

The old man looked at the dark cloud billowing sky, struggled for a long time, and finally showed a touch of sadness on his face: "That's fine. That's fine..."

Yi Moran frowned, but still couldn't bear it: "You...are you willing to return to charity?"

The old man shook his head, sighed, and said, "The whole village is gone, and the corpses are lying there one by one. It's me... that moved me to go astray."

As soon as these words came out, Yi Moran finally understood that there was a lot of commotion in the female ghost Tu village back then, and it was impossible for the spirits on the surrounding mountains to not know about it, and if there were any unsteady ones, they would take advantage of the dead bodies in the village to make a living for them. To increase his cultivation base, he embarked on a crooked path.

Yi Moran's mind was also complicated, "Boom..." There was a thunderous sound, and to the old man's ears, this was the countdown to fate.

"Die at the hands of someone like you. My old man is not wronged." These were his last words before his death.

The thunder calamity struck him in all directions until the ashes disappeared, and when the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, the people in the city were just because it was the end of summer and the weather was changeable.

And Yi Moran knew that it was decades of cultivation because once he was greedy, it was gone.

Maybe some people will ask, if the curse of descending monsters and thunder is so powerful, why is it not used by others.

Speaking of this, Yi Moran smiled wryly. This is a technique of deceiving the sky and crossing the sea. It is specially used by the Maoshan faction to deal with ghosts who have gone on crooked ways. Borrowing thunder from the sky will naturally have to pay a price, and the price is ten years of life.

In fact, if Yi Moran finds another way, he can naturally bring him down, but it's just a little troublesome.

But he didn't do that, he chose this kind of spell that can both reduce monsters and pay for himself.

"Everything has a spirit, no matter what he will end up in ashes, my ten years of life should be buried with him." Yi Moran said with a wry smile.

Yi Moran was still injured, he even wondered if he was too weak, why he was injured every time.

Fearing that Si Wudu would be worried, Yi Moran felt that he was adjusting his breath on the spot, and finally felt better, so he continued to arrange the formation.

I don't know if the matter of Lei Jie gave other spirits some deterrence or it was a coincidence, but the subsequent formation went very smoothly.

"Decree!" The last decree said that the three directions that Yi Moran was in charge of had been completed, and he stepped back to the entrance of the village.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw Si Wudu was already waiting there with a anxious expression on his face.

Seeing Yi Moran approaching safely, Si Wudu heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Just now when I was setting up the formation, I heard very shrill shouts from your direction. Thunder will fall again, will you be injured?"

Yi Moran shook her head with a smile, with a sense of reproach: "You, can it be that I'm the kind of person who gets hurt casually?"

Si Wudu also shook his head and smiled.

"Has your direction been arranged? Is there any danger?" Yi Moran asked.

Si Wudu nodded, but said indifferently: "It's okay, they're just some brats, I can still handle it."

Only then did Yi Moran feel relieved, as expected, there were still a lot of evil spirits in the village.

But Yi Moran doesn't know that there are many "little ghosts" in Siwudu who have practiced for many years.

"Then, the last two places, let's go together."