Flowers bloom and disappear, golden light flashes...

Zhang Baoren fell to the ground, his face was pale and distorted, and the "Shooting Ghost" in his hand also fell aside.

The next moment, the shadow of the sky fell, and with a loud bang, the white tiger hit the ground, blowing up large pieces of fallen leaves and sand.

Cracks emerged from it, spine, hips, abdomen, neck... all the places where there were injuries and scars.

Deeper and larger cracks appeared.

The colorful mucus shattered, revealing the redness inside, and blood gushed out like a tide.

The body suddenly cracked, and blood surged toward the surroundings...

"Shh..."

Zhang Baoren breathed a sigh of relief, then endured the throbbing pain on his forehead and got up from the plasma.

The huge tiger body was shattered, and a huge amount of blood flowed into a pool of blood, submerging Zhang Baoren, who was close to him, and turned into a bloody man.

Following the sensation in my heart, I picked up the "Shooting Ghosts" from the blood, and then came to the center of the blood pool with a slight trembling.

The only one left in "Wang Shanjun" is in front of the intact and huge tiger head.

Even though the body is broken, its powerful vitality has not completely died.

The remaining tiger head was still trembling slightly in the pool of blood.

Zhang Baoren stood in front of the white tiger's head, which was as high as hers, sniffed the bloody mouth, and smiled in pain and comfortably, "You lost..."

The two dark and evil tiger eyes, the size of human heads, stared at the small blood-colored figure in front of them with resentment, and the tiger's mouth was slightly shaken, "I lost, but you didn't win..."

puff…

The scarlet sword penetrated through the gap between the eyeball and the eye socket, piercing into the mind of "Wang Shanjun".

The giant tiger wailed, then the fur softened and completely returned to tranquility.

Scream... Zhang Baoren pulled out the blood pattern and was even more weird and sharper, and sneered: "You have the final say whether you win or not..."

Then…

Then Zhang Baoren could no longer bear it and fell straight on the tiger's head that was silent.

Although he had just a short moment, he had to kill with one blow and killed the most powerful demon general "Wang Shanjun".

It seemed relaxed, but in fact it was Zhang Baoren who pushed himself to the limit and bet everything on his shoulder.

That move is completely... either you die or I live.

If "Wang Shanjun" did not die because of this, then he must have died.

Zhang Baoren will not have any chance to escape or resist, and will definitely be slapped to death by one of his claws.

In the end, in order to avoid twists and turns, Zhang Baoren struggled barely and completely ended "Wang Shanjun", so that Zhang Baoren could no longer hold on.

Fainted.

After the death of "Wang Shanjun" was completely destroyed, the accomplices who were originally driven by him and interfered with Zhang Baoren were suddenly shocked, and their eyes gradually became "smart" from confusion.

At the same time, black patterns like ghost talismans floated up on the broken tiger skin, and turned into some dense accomplices.

These ghosts floated up and floated in the air like those of the previous ones.

The densely packed ghosts or ghosts have become ghosts, and there are hundreds or thousands of ghosts.

Although ghosts do not appear in reality and are not seen by ordinary people, the deadly and cold air brought by so many evil ghosts gathered together makes the pool of blood on the ground a little stagnant.

These ghosts who broke free from the shackles and became free were at first a little confused, and then a little trouble appeared, and then they spread to ten thousand and hundreds of...

Suddenly, ghosts and wolves howl, and the wind raged...

They hovered in the air and looked at the corpse of "Wang Shanjun" on the ground with resentment and distortion.

Want to flock to tear it to pieces.

But a gray and black aura suddenly floated on Zhang Baoren's body, turning into two corpse gods with the same appearance and temperament as him.

He guarded Zhang Baoren's body with the "Hua Jie" flying from the side.

Seeing this, the ghosts stopped their actions, and the fear buried deep in their souls made them no longer impulsive.

But he was unwilling to leave just like this, so he relied on the numerous ghosts and slowly fell in the air, carefully tempting.

Just when the madness and greed in the eyes of those leading ghosts could no longer be suppressed...

"Zheng..."

A sword sounded at the same time as the real world.

A gap appeared in the dense group of ghosts, and all the ghosts disappeared, and then a sword light flashed in the gap.

The ghosts suddenly went crazy and wanted to explode and escape, but the sword light broke back and intertwined in the air, forcing the ghosts to rush towards the ground.

On the ground, in front of Zhang Baoren's fainting tiger head, a figure suddenly appeared wrapped in a black robe.

This man quickly formed mysterious and complex handprints in front of him, and gradually... a shadow of hell appeared beside him.

Among them are the decapitated ghosts, the hanged ghosts, the long-tongued ghosts... all kinds of ghosts howled in them.

Being whipped, fried, tortured by ghost soldiers...

Looking at the rushing ghosts, Zu Wuchang sighed: "My heart is like a pagoda, and his body is like a hell..."

The ghosts who were delivered to the door were restrained by a suction force, and they were trapped in the shadow of hell, and were captured by the ghosts.

Turned into one of the tortured ghosts.

But in a moment, hundreds of ghosts and ghosts were swallowed up by the hell.

Qingming and Blood Apes were restored to the world, and the one that became more real, clear, and complete shadow of hell gradually disappeared.

"The accumulation of 'Wang Shanjun' in his lifetime has finally made you cheaper..."

A small sword that was jumping constantly in his hand, also wrapped in a black robe, and his temperament was as cold as his voice appeared beside him.

The impermanence, who transformed into the shadow of hell, slowly loosened the seal method in his hand.

At this time, he was filled with a breath of uncertainty and swallowed as if he was a little overeating.

Then he slowly said: "These ghosts transformed from 'humans' are not as pure as those transformed naturally.

Although there are many, the power it brings is not as great as you think…”

"If it is a real evil ghost, you can't eat it..." Jianxian Wuchang said: "And with the previous accumulation, it should be enough for you to break through."

"The accumulation of strength is enough, but whether you can break through depends on luck..."

"No matter what, your gains this time are quite good... As a partner, I wish you a high promotion in advance."

"I'm really not the one who gained the most..." The impermanent, who manifested the shadow of hell, looked at Zhang Baoren who was fainted on the ground.

"This is the real person... one step to the sky."

"Of course, if overall, I did take a big advantage..."

After the mission was completed, Songsong chatted casually for a few words.

Then when he saw Punishment Song Tong came with several Wuchang, he disappeared in the midst of an eagle.

When Wuchang, who was from Babaili City, arrived, what he saw was the mess of this place.

There was a huge tiger head with a sword stuck in the pool of blood in the corpse, and a blood-stained figure hung on it.

At the same time, there is an arm that is thick and thin, but it emits colorful light from black and white, and a pair of dark and dark, the size of a longan, as if connected to the gem eyeballs of hell.

Amidst the wreckage all over the ground...

…

…

After Zhang Baoren opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar roof.

Turning over and sitting up, he really returned to his home in this world - the Taoist temple.

“Meow…”

The little black cat also came back with him in one mouthful. When he saw him wake up, he screamed and then turned into a black shadow and rushed over...

Zhang Baoren subconsciously reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, then looked at the pitiful eyes of the little black cat who could not move at all in his hand.

He quickly smiled apologetically, put it in his arms, and stroked it carefully like compensation.

“Meow…”

This is because I was too energetic and tight, and I unconsciously used the martial arts that I had "practice" to the core.

It seemed that I heard the movement coming from here. After the slight sound, a figure walked into the wing room.

The man was wearing black clothes, holding a stick-like item wrapped in tart cloth in his hand, and his white little face was filled with fatigue that could not be removed. It was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng asked, "How are you doing now? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhang Baoren shook his head and said, "What's the situation now..."
To be continued...