The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 209: Be alert, good job

After hearing what Song Feng said, the others nodded:

"Yes!"×n
The next moment, the group of people who had just gathered around Song Feng were seen dispersing.

After a while, the narrow path, which seemed to be quite lively, became less crowded.

Faintly, I could only see the direction they left, and there seemed to be a lot of negative energy rising, and there seemed to be ghosts floating around:
"Woooooooo..."

Seeing this scene that was like a tiger jumping out of a gate or a tiger entering a flock of sheep, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"This scene now really looks a bit like a place where hundreds of ghosts roam and demons dance wildly."

Only at this point could he see through these evil practices and these people, and they were once as terrifying as their reputations.

Look how excited these people are.

Look at each of them, with gusts of cold wind on their bodies and extremely strange postures. How can they still look like kittens in front of Seventh Uncle?

These people are all big guys.

In today's spiritual world, each of these people is capable of dominating a region.

This is their true face!

However, at this moment, Song Feng turned his gaze to the figure standing next to them:
"...Why haven't you left yet?"

Looking at Song Feng with a leisurely gaze, Heifeng Monk felt his scalp tingling and the hairs on his body stood up.

Faintly, he seemed to see the Lord of Beiyin Mountain who was holding the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner, sweeping across the 800 miles of Yin Mountain, and was invincible in the spiritual world.

"No, no, no... Senior, please don't do anything yet. Please listen to my excuses. Please listen to my excuses."

Looking at the Black Wind Monk who was waving his hands to explain, Song Feng looked at him indifferently.

"Senior, what I mean is that although the entire Yinshan Mountain has been occupied by those rabble, they are enough to clean up the periphery."

"If it's worse, you won't need me. I want to be your bodyguard. I want to go to the center with you."

When he said this, Black Wind Monk scratched his head a little embarrassedly:
"You also know that I begged you for a long time, but you didn't accept me as your disciple."

"What I mean is, I want to see which warrior is worthy of being accepted as your disciple and stabbed you in the back~"

The more Heifeng Monk spoke, the softer his voice became. At the end, he didn't even dare to look at Song Feng in front of him.

Because as he continued to speak, he vaguely felt that the yin energy around him seemed to become thicker.

If I continue, I'm afraid this day next year will be the anniversary of his death.

“…Then let’s go!”

Looking at the posture of Black Wind Monk, Song Feng continued to walk forward with his crutches.

As he continued to walk forward.

I only saw that wisps of gloom and coldness began to emerge from his seemingly skinny body.

Black Wind Monk was so frightened that he jumped back and followed Qiu Sheng directly, hugging his arm and not daring to move forward:
"Oh my God, I didn't expect that Senior could still be so strong at this age. I'm afraid he can still reach the highest level and sweep Yinshan again!"

"A senior is still a senior. His thoughts are unpredictable, and he has endless tricks up his sleeve."

"As the old monk said, you are one of the people in this era who is most likely to make further progress."

Hearing the Black Wind Monk chattering in his ear, Qiu Sheng subconsciously pricked up his ears to listen to what the Black Wind Monk said.

After all, he was really curious about his seventh uncle's past.

This Black Wind Monk looks careless, but he can feel that this guy has a plan in mind.

And just as they moved forward.

All that was seen was that in the originally peaceful Yinshan Mountain, flames began to burn one after another.

The screams were endless.

The air was eerie, dark clouds covered the moon, and there were shadows of ghosts, monsters, and demons. People were dying all the time.

"……what!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"No...don't kill me..."

"what!!"

Listening to the screams one after another and looking at the ghost skulls floating in all directions.

Even someone as dull as Qiu Sheng now understood the importance of these people recruited by his seventh uncle.

Good guy.

The originally peaceful Yinshan Mountain was now filled with flames from all directions, and screams were heard.

The skull was floating in the sky.

The dark air seemed to be able to take people's lives, falling down and floating up randomly.

It seemed that every time it fell, it would become more dense, and it looked as if it was killing people.

On another road, ancient trees kept swaying.

The eerie trees seemed to come alive, killing people like crazy. The roots were like living snakes, and the leaves were like sharp blades. It was extremely weird.

And there is the Dan Ding Master.

The place where this big boss walked was the most peaceful, but Qiu Sheng saw the scene where this big boss walked through his Dharma eyes.

Wherever he passed, everyone fell to the ground. Each of them looked like they had lost all their yang energy and were like skeletons.

This is so scary!

Looking at the entire Yinshan Mountain Range that was completely ablaze, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh:

"The last time the 800-li Yinshan Mountain was swept like this was more than 20 years ago. Now the one who swept the Yinshan Mountain is back again."

"Although this sweep is not as great as the previous ones, it is still one of the most spectacular events in the current cultivation world."

Although there are constant wars in the mortal world today, various groups of people are vying to become kings and there are countless generals and warlords.

It can be said to be a mixed bag.

In the eyes of many people in the mortal world, this is a time of great chaos.

But the spiritual world has been peaceful for a long time. After all, in the early years, the spiritual energy had not yet declined to its current level.

Those masters have all fought and killed before.

And at this time.

Song Feng, who had been walking in front, stopped at this moment and looked at Qiu Sheng behind him:
"Qiu Sheng, go and get rid of him..."

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng subconsciously pointed at himself:
"……I?"

Then he took a deep breath, walked around his seventh uncle and came to the end of the road.

Take a closer look.

All I saw standing here was a lama wearing a bright red robe and a yellow hat.

When Qiu Sheng saw the lama, his expression changed again and again in an instant:

“…A magical weapon made of human bones!”

Looking closely, one could see that the lama was holding something made of an ox horn that looked like a horn in his left hand.

In his right hand, he was holding a large ball of something that looked like beads.

Before this, Qiu Sheng didn't know what it was, but after Uncle Jiu's teaching, he already understood what was going on.

This string of beads looks somewhat inconspicuous.

But it was made from the skulls of many people, with only one piece from each skull. Just look at the instrument that can circle around the lama's arm, and you will know how many lives are involved.

Even though Qiu Sheng thought that he might have a slightly bad heart, he couldn't help but feel angry when he saw this scene.

That feeling of empathy seemed to emanate from Xiaoyu.

Watching Qiu Sheng confronting the Lama.

At this moment, Black Wind Monk, who had quietly come to Uncle Jiu's side, spoke loudly:
"Qiu Sheng, don't be afraid of him. We all came from the bloody sea of ​​the spiritual world. Be alert! Good job!"

Listening to Black Wind Monk instructing his apprentice here, Uncle Jiu's face couldn't help but turn dark.

If it weren't for the fact that internal strife was not appropriate at this time, he would have to let this Black Wind Monk see how powerful his Maoshan elders were in protecting their people.

The main reason is that this guy’s gloating feeling is too obvious.

After Qiu Sheng heard what Black Wind Monk said, he straightened up, looking a little discouraged:

"Humph! Just wait and see as I take his head and use it to pay tribute to those wronged souls!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng took a deep breath, and then his body began to slowly swell.

In the blink of an eye, it grew to eight feet.

Not only that, Qiu Sheng even had a whistle in his hand at the moment, and it seemed that he was using it as a weapon:

“Mommy mommy…go!”

He muttered some incantation, and then flew away and came in front of the Lama.

Seeing Qiu Sheng, who was so tall and powerful, walking towards him, the lama remained expressionless.

He reached out and took the horn in his hand, then blew it loudly:

"beep……"

The voice went straight to Qiu Sheng.

Even though Uncle Jiu was standing at such a far distance, he could still feel the vibration.

However, at this time.

All he could see was Qiu Sheng rushing towards him but he was not affected.

And on that patch of air that was very close to both of you, many things were falling down.

"…Insect?"

Seeing the things falling down like dust, the Lama, who had looked very calm just now, couldn't help but change his expression.

Then, he subconsciously took a few steps back, and then shook the bracelet with bone fragments on his right hand:

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Layers of psychedelic sounds bloomed from the bracelet in his hand, and Qiu Sheng had already come to his side.

Then, he exhaled heavily towards the lama:

"what!"

The sound came out with a cloud of mist, and the lama inhaled some of it before he knew it.

"…Hmm? Poison?"

At first the lama didn't take it seriously, but when he felt a sharp pain in his chest, his face turned grim.

Even the movements of his hands slowed down a bit.

Seeing the Lama's action, Qiu Sheng took out a black dagger that didn't look very good from his waist, and then wiped it on the Lama's neck:
"Pfft!"

A stream of black blood floated up.

Immediately afterwards, the lama, who had just tried to cast a spell to force out the poison gas, fell straight to the ground with a dark face.

Not only that.

The place where the lama was cut by the dagger was still making a crackling sound. In just a short while, it had already left deep marks on an area of ​​the lama's skin.

Suddenly.

That's really dead!

Seeing that the lama had fallen to the ground, Qiu Sheng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then his body quickly shrank.

Then, he stepped on the horns twice, dispelling the evil spirit on the bone fragment, and then spat:
"You son of a bitch, what do you mean by guardian? Do you really think I grew so big just to fight you in a physical fight? Do you really think I can fight you face to face?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng defeat the lama, Black Wind Monk came over and gave him a thumbs up:

"Brother Qiu Sheng, well done!"

However, Uncle Jiu, who was walking over from behind, had a dark face, as if someone owed him money:

"Who taught you the method you used?"

Although it looked very simple just now, there is no part of it that does not reveal the crisis.

Is it so easy to solve the problem of Tantric Dharma protectors?
Looking at Uncle Jiu's dark face, Qiu Sheng subconsciously shrank his neck:

"Master, that whistle was given to me by that old lady. I learned it and found that I seemed to have some talent, so I put it to use now."

"That poison gas is a method of hiding poison that Senior Magician taught me, and that dagger is a gift Senior Zombie gave me for self-defense."

After hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Uncle Jiu's face turned green, and he even subconsciously gritted his teeth and said:
"You mean to say that you have learned something from those seniors, more or less...right?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu gnashing his teeth, Qiu Sheng spoke cautiously:
"I didn't learn everything. Some of the things I learned were gifts from my predecessors, and some of them weren't very useful..."

After hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Uncle Jiu felt unwell all over.

However, when he took a look at the surrounding environment and the Yinshan Sect that was already agitated and about to be exterminated, he gritted his teeth and uttered something:
"...Just wait, we'll settle this account later!"

Just at this time.

All I saw was a man suddenly walking out of a few dilapidated houses in the distance that looked like tiled houses.

At this moment, the man, wearing a plain robe and an iron crown, slowly walked out of the darkness:
"Master, you are finally here~"

Long voices rang out from the darkness, and then, suddenly, the sound of jumping came from the mountains and forests in all directions:
dong dong dong~
Look around.

Suddenly, I saw many human figures emerging from the ground, and many zombies were looming, and it seemed that there were countless of them.

Not only that, just after the man walked out, the doors of the two tiled houses that were also closed were opened at this moment:

"crunch~"

Then, two lamas wearing red robes, who looked like two little old men, were seen sitting in the room looking outside.

Although their appearance is very decadent.

But their eyes were extremely bright, shining with spirit even in the night.

It's like it can burn people's eyes!
Looking at the three people in front of him, especially the man who was approaching, Song Feng's eyes gradually became calm:
"You still haven't broken your limit after all. This Thousand Zombies and Hundred Ghosts Formation is exactly the same as the one I taught you before..."

Just as Song Feng's calm voice sounded, a light laugh suddenly came from the woods:
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that you, an old man, would be so smart all your life but so foolish at the moment that you accepted such a stupid thing."

"You can't even use your own magic, but you still want to learn from those tantric charlatans. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... It's really sad~"

As soon as the words fell, a figure that seemed neither real nor unreal was seen floating beside Song Feng.

What was most eye-catching was that a faint glow emanated from his body, as if a layer of moonlight was covering him.

However, when Uncle Jiu saw the sudden appearance of the phantom and the faint light, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and narrow them:

“…This is the Dharma Spirit!”

(End of this chapter)