Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

"You...you're from Hidden Dragon?"

The old Taoist priest's eyes widened as he subconsciously looked at Jiang Yao. What he saw shocked him.

This young girl, despite her young age, possesses the cultivation level of a ninth-grade Grandmaster.

Jiang Yao nodded emphatically, readily admitting it.

"Is there any way I can see those ghosts? I'll help you fight them!"

"That's easy!"

The old Taoist priest didn't hold back. He took out two fresh willow leaves from his pocket, dipped them in the water on the offering table, and placed them on Jiang Yao's eyes. He then took a coin sword from the offering table and handed it to her.

"Now you can see it, right? With your strength, and this coin sword passed down from our patriarch, you'll definitely be able to fight your way through a horde of ghosts seven times over!"

Don't flatter me.

Jiang Yao rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "Seven in and out, my foot! Why don't you show me how first!"

"Hehehe..."

The old Taoist priest chuckled awkwardly, offering no rebuttal. He leaped onto the offering table, snatched the peach wood sword and whisk from the hands of the Three Pure Ones clay statue, and ripped off the yellow Taoist robe from the Taishang Laojun clay statue, hastily putting it on himself. His movements were ridiculously fast.

Jiang Yao stared in disbelief.

"I am protected by my ancestral master; what can mere evil spirits do to me?"

The old Taoist priest gripped the peach wood sword in his hand, striking a pose of domineering arrogance.

Jiang Yao ignored him, closed her eyes to catch her breath, and when she opened them again, her gaze had completely changed.

The once empty courtyard was now crammed with hideous ghosts, howling and banging against the Taoist temple gate. They were so numerous and densely packed that it made one's scalp tingle.

"Tsk tsk, how come there are so many? If they really attack, we'll be in big trouble."

Jiang Yao frowned, her gaze falling on the clay statue of the Three Pure Ones, and muttered to herself.

"Should I take off a Taoist robe and put it on too?"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Qin Quan acted on it.

He moved even faster than the old Taoist priest, tearing off the Taoist robes from the clay statues of Lingbao Tianzun and Yuanshi Tianzun, and throwing them fiercely at Jiang Yao, shouting in a deep voice:

"Put them on!"

"good!"

Jiang Yao immediately put on the Taoist robe.

Whether it's useful or not, I just want peace of mind.

Looking at Qin Quan again, he had already taken out his needle pouch, and with a flick of his fingertips, countless golden needles fell on Song Hongyan's body like shooting stars.

Using golden needles as a medium, he channeled his pure yang energy into her body, and then used his true qi as a guide to quickly expel the excess pure yin energy from her body. The remaining pure yin energy then slowly merged with the pure yang energy, relieving the pain of her severed meridians.

Time passed by, second by second.

The frost on Song Hongyan's face gradually faded, and her pale cheeks turned red at a visible speed. Her breathing also became much more steady.

Just then—

Boom!

A loud bang!

Jiang Yao's expression changed drastically as she watched helplessly as the gate of the Taoist temple was smashed open by evil spirits and demons. Countless ghostly figures, like a flood bursting its banks, roared and surged into the courtyard, rushing towards the Sanqing Hall.

A chilling aura instantly swept through the entire hall.

"Old Taoist, make your move!"

Jiang Yao gripped the Money Sword tightly, her figure flashed, and she stood in front of the Sanqing Hall, her eyes sharp as knives.

The old Taoist priest didn't dare to hesitate either. He brandished his peach wood sword, chanting incantations, and flicked his whisk, aiming it at the ghostly figure charging at the front.

"You wicked creatures! How dare you act so presumptuously here!"

Countless evil spirits, like madmen, rushed towards the Sanqing Hall one after another, completely surrounding the hall.

Even with the protection of the Daoist sect's fortune and the addition of righteous energy, its power is greatly reduced under the influence of the Blood Moon.

Furthermore, the pure Yin energy emanating from Song Hongyan was too alluring. These Yin evil spirits, fearless of death, frantically pounded on the doors and windows, making loud thuds that shook the beams and pillars inside the hall, making them tremble slightly and teeter on the verge of collapse.

Click!

With a sharp crack that pierced the night sky, the doors and windows of the Sanqing Hall were smashed by the evil spirit, and the Taoist talismans completely lost their power.

Amidst the flying sawdust, a menacing aura pervaded the scene.

Countless ghostly figures roared as they surged in.

The old Taoist priest, quick-witted and agile, swung his peach wood sword and leaped forward to meet the attack, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Team Leader Jiang, you can handle the window area. I'll guard the main gate!"

"good!"

Jiang Yao showed no weakness, gripping her coin sword tightly, and moved with lightning speed, heading straight for the broken window.

With the blessing of willow leaves and clear water, she was no longer an ordinary person, but had the ability to see through ghosts. Her vision was like it had been given a cheat code, and no ghostly figure could hide from her.

Furthermore, this coin sword is made of 108 coins from the Five Emperors, containing pure and yang energy, making it several times more powerful than ordinary magical artifacts.

Jiang Yao's internal energy surged and flowed, pouring into the coin sword as she let out a loud shout.

"kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword appeared.

A dazzling golden sword aura swept out.

Stab it!

Wherever the golden light passed, the wandering ghosts at the forefront were instantly shredded into dust, not even having time to utter a wail.

"Holy crap! This money sword is incredibly powerful?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Yao's eyes, and she gripped the sword hilt even tighter.

"Nonsense! This is a treasure passed down from the founder of my White Cloud Temple, how could it not be powerful?"

The old Taoist priest swung his sword to slay the ghosts while shouting triumphantly. He secretly rejoiced as he watched Jiang Yao wreak havoc.

Giving the money sword to the other party just now was the right choice.

But just as he was feeling smug, a thin, wandering spirit suddenly crawled between his legs and slapped his waist hard with its cold hand.

With a loud thud, the old Taoist priest winced in pain, nearly ruining his kidneys.

"You wicked creature, how dare you attack my kidneys! Die!"

The old Taoist priest roared, turned around abruptly, and slashed down with his peach wood sword, instantly turning the wandering soul into ashes.

"Luckily, I was wearing the ancestral master's robes, otherwise you would have really ripped my kidneys out today!"

He rubbed his aching lower back, his anger overpowering the pain, and went completely berserk with his peach wood sword, actually killing his way in and out of the horde of evil spirits seven times, just as he had boasted before.

Each time the peach wood sword fell, countless ghostly figures turned to dust.

but……

The number of evil spirits was simply too great, so numerous that they could not be killed off.

He and Jiang Yao fought for a full ten minutes, but not only did they fail to wipe out the ghost horde, a continuous stream of ghostly figures poured in through the doors and windows, as if they would never be able to kill them all.

"Young friend! Are you done on your end? This old Daoist can't hold on much longer!"

The old Taoist priest was covered in sweat, breathing rapidly, and his hand holding the sword was trembling. His originally nimble movements had slowed down.

He was indeed an expert at killing ghosts, but even a hero can't fight against four hands, and besides, he was getting old and his physical strength was already failing.

The palace gates were instantly breached by evil spirits.

Before he knew it, he was struck by the evil spirit and sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

His body was covered with countless wounds.

Jiang Yao wasn't in much better shape. Although she was a ninth-grade Grandmaster and her strength far surpassed that of the old Taoist, she couldn't withstand the overwhelming number of ghosts. Her Taoist robe was torn in several places by the ghost claws, her true energy was severely depleted, and her breathing became rapid.

The two men retreated while maintaining their position.

Before long, they were surrounded by the ghosts in the middle of the hall, back to back, struggling to cope with the ghosts' attack.

His expression was one of utter exhaustion, and he seemed on the verge of being annihilated and devoured by the horde of ghosts.

The situation is dire and fraught with danger.