In the dark storage room, a corpse was lying on the ground. Li Chong raised his head and looked at a phantom opposite him.

He looks like a soldier, with marks embroidered on his arms, full of yin energy, and his head is erect like a steel needle. He is a foreigner.

Evil ghosts, ghost energy is approaching the ghost generals infinitely.

"You are smelly." Li Chong's English is very standard and his meaning is very clear.

This evil ghost was infinitely close to the ghost general, and there was a bloody smell on his body, like the dry smelly blood. It seemed that he had eaten a lot of ghosts.

"Thank you for your praise, I am extremely honored." The ghost owed his body and had a good cultivation.

Li Chong was staring at him, and he was also staring at Li Chong, and neither of them moved.

Without the yang body, it is very difficult to deal with an evil ghost of this level. The evil ghost probably also appeared. The hidden ghost contained in Li Chong's corpse suit was very powerful.

"I haven't seen you in the taboo area."

The evil ghost smiled slightly, and suddenly the ghost energy was filled with darkness around Li Chong.

This evil ghost has never seen Li Chong, so he feels that Li Chong is a newly grown evil ghost. In this way, he will be less afraid.

Mirage Realm.

When Li Chong was pulled into the Mirage Realm, the evil ghost suddenly appeared, and the ghost in front of him turned out to be an Eastern Hole.

He was so proud that he looked extremely surprised and frowned: "Who are you?!"

Li Chong stretched out his muscles and suddenly laughed.

People from Douzong do not know how to attack the walls or other Taoist techniques. However, it is different to be pulled in. They may not be able to beat the other party outside, but in the Mirage Realm, Li Chong is not afraid at all.

The answer to the other party is a tiger.

The tiger roared in shock, Li Chong's mouth widened, and his whole body turned into a tiger from the head, and rushed towards the ghost.

The Kuishan Dharma image, the tiger is coming!

...

Some corner of the hospital.

Xu Facheng was hungry in his stomach. Although he had the supply of holy water, the high-intensity life-and-death struggle later made him feel a little depressed. On the third floor, in the hospital's self-service kitchen, Xu Facheng was gnawing a piece of bread from his mouth.

Some dirty kitchens seem to be often taken care of, at least the food is fresh.

Xu Facheng bit the bread, and the crumbs kept falling. If someone could see them, the crumbs would turn into incense ash.

The kitchen door was suddenly kicked open, and Xu Facheng stopped chewing, and now a drunken zombie came in.

The zombie also saw Xu Facheng. The two looked at each other, and the zombie spoke first: "Xu Facheng?"

Xu Facheng said: "Brother Nie, don't be fine."

Nie Yuxuan was a little wary. Xu Facheng's origin was mysterious. No one knew where such a disciple had appeared in Maoshan. And he had good skills and was very hard to put in.

Nie Yuxuan said: "Brother Nie? Haha, Kuishan Douzong has been called Maoshan Dragon and Tiger Hall by you. Xu Zhenchuan, I can't afford to call you like this."

Xu Facheng stared at Nie Yuxuan: "Don't accept it? Do you want to show off? I've seen the black tiger of Douzong and the flower tiger, but I haven't seen the drunk tiger... It is said that the drunk tiger was in office and the temple, and was stationed in the northeast area, with great force. Several Guandong shamans were destroyed by you, so they are capable."

Nie Yuxuan was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what he thought of, and his head gradually lowered: "I don't know what you said."

Xu Facheng sneered with sarcasm: "Don't you know? Do you really think that our Maoshan has been born for too long and does not care about the world?"

Xu Fachengli shouted: "Changbai Hesheli, three old shamans who do not care about the world, have been killed by your descendants and grandchildren, 71 people. Would you not know?"

Nie Yuxuan shook his hand, and the alcohol bottle fell to the ground, wetting his insteps. Nie Yuxuan remained silent, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find something.

"No need to look for it, here."

Xu Facheng threw a bottle of foreign wine, and the copper coins chains in his sleeves were revealed: "You General Administration of Spiritual Investigation was originally led by Yang Shen. During the Republic of China, all the shamans who made trouble were put down and gave them a habitat, which was quite humane. But fifteen years ago, you, who had just come out of the mountain, actually killed those shamans who guarded their ancestral graves. Nie Yuxuan, where is the morality?!"

Nie Yuxuan argued: "That's because they are good at opening the dragon veins! The Eight Banners ghost soldiers were released and massacred a total of 63 lives in a village. Aren't those civilians innocent?"

"Aren't the descendants of those three shamans innocent?!" Xu Facheng made a loud voice.

Nie Yuxuan sighed, his whole body was stiff, and he smiled bitterly: "It's very innocent... I didn't investigate this matter clearly back then, but... what does it have to do with you?"

Xu Facheng smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. Ten years ago, someone asked me to buy your head, but I refused. My master said that in today's world, there are only places where morality is taken on both sides of the world, and the Fuyushan Nansect and Douzong Nie Yuxuan are worth forgiven. Unfortunately, since you were depressed, there has been no one in the Southern Sect who likes you. Brother Nie, is the wine so delicious?"

Nie Yuxuan appeared, and a string of copper coins was wrapped around his neck without realizing it. The tails of these copper coins were connected, extremely sharp, and cut through his skin.

Nie Yuxuan was a little discouraged and a little irritable: "What a bullshit morality! There is no morality in the world!"

Xu Facheng said: "Since you think so, go and die quickly."

After Xu Facheng said that, he pulled hard, and the copper coins were like a chain saw, cutting off Nie Yuxuan's head.

"The sixth team, Nie Yuxuan, eliminated!"

The head on the ground was not a disciple of Dou Zong with a strong spirit, but more like a middle-aged man with a lot of worries. Xu Facheng sneered: "The root of Tao is difficult to plant, and the mind turns into a demon. This kind of mind is not suitable for practicing Kuihu Taoism. If you kill the wrong person, you blame yourself for this? The Dharma appearance has no power, and it is the lowest level..."

...

"Nie Huzi was eliminated?"

Qin Kun was shocked when he heard the radio.

Nie Yuxuan was the first disciples of the Southern Sect he knew. He was rude, barbaric, and had extremely poor wine taste, but his straightforward personality. Qin Kun liked this personality. He heard from Chu Qianxun that Nie Yuxuan looked lazy and sloppy, but his Kuihu Taoist technique was second only to Jing Sansheng, and was more powerful than the masters of Douzong.

He was eliminated, was he killed by a gun?

Qin Kun couldn't figure it out.

"First team, Yuanjing, eliminated!"

"The 44th Team, Chai Ziyue, eliminated!"

Tianhu Mountain Yuanjing, the elimination of Chai Ziyue, the little girl from the Zhong family, also sounded, and the radio added: "There are less than 20 passers-by, and the number of ghosts has doubled."

Ghosts are not afraid of guns and cannons. Gradually, those weak passers-by who find weapons also lose their advantage.

Next to Qin Kun, a ghost emerged from the darkness, and his abdomen and intestines were tangled towards Qin Kun like tentacles.

The next moment, white bone bamboo appeared on the evil ghost, and the bone bamboo grew like wildly. Without contact with Qin Kun, the intestines became a white bone hedgehog. With a bang, the soul scattered.

"What are you thinking?" Ying Fengyao twisted her waist and walked over. Even though she was wearing a corpse suit, she seemed a little charming. "As you said, I gave a few tips to the Tianhu Mountain Yuanjing and eliminated it."

Qin Kun thought deeply: "Yaoyao, I have come into contact with those of the Black Soul Sect. Their spiritual power fluctuations are the same as some Taoist disciples, but why do those people feel very powerful?"

The black soul knights Eunice and Pullman who were killed by Qin Kun were all people who threatened his life to some extent. The fluctuations of those people were weaker than those who were eliminated. There were many powerful disciples with great talent in the Southern Sect, Sanshan, San Temple, and San Si. They were eliminated early, which surprised Qin Kun.

Ying Fengyao said, "I didn't see that you would care about these things. But then again, what Western exorcists learned are systematic, comprehensive, and unique and shared learning systems. As for us... we have some treasures, even with the same cultivation level, we can have few things to know. There are very few powerful Taoist techniques that can be summarized, so we are naturally a little weak."

Qin Kun said: "But even if you cherish your own treasure, you won't be so weak."

Ying Fengyao shook her head: "The environment in China is different. The West is an environment where the Holy See fights. Even the weak exorcists and psychics have rich experience in facing the enemy. Different teachings and beliefs can lead to conflicts intensification. They not only catch ghosts, but also kill people and fight."

Ying Fengyao smiled slightly: "There are very few Chinese sects, such as murder and fighting, such as Northern Sect, Yulong Mountain, Wuwei Mountain, Fengdu Temple, and our Kongzhu Temple. There are almost no other disciples."

Ying Fengyao sighed melancholy: "Not only are the Western exorcists, but also the sect masters of Southeast Asia, the North American Feather Snake Priest, the Japanese Onmyoji, and the Siberian Icefield Wizard, all grew up in a competitive environment, so we are still very weak..."
Chapter completed!