——The resentful souls that rushed towards him were not the great demon’s body at all, but incarnations.

"I am here just for revenge! As long as you hand over the person who killed my son, I will forget the blame."

Amid the chaos among everyone, a seductive voice came.

"You're a trivial person, but you still dare to sow discord and earn money from a poor Taoist?"

The Taoist priest Yigan, who had been silent until now, suddenly raised a money sword and recited a mantra quickly.

"The Lightning Mother and the Thunder God, the magic power comes down quickly, as fast as the law!!!"

Stab——

An electric snake suddenly flashed through the dark clouds that overwhelmed the city.

The black tornadoes that licked the essence and blood of the world suddenly dissipated by nearly half.

"Rumble--"

There was a dull thunder, and a heavy downpour fell.

The big demon never expected that the black cloud it summoned with all its efforts would actually become the Thunder God and Lightning Queen cast by its opponent.

"Thunder comes!"

The old Taoist Yi Qian raised his sword and summoned!

Boom!

All of a sudden, there was a torrential rain, lightning flashes, and the sound of thunder like a spinning car.

A dazzling thunder light fell from the sky and struck the money sword. From a distance, it looked like a pillar of panic, reaching up to the sky.

"go!"

The old Taoist spirit of Yi Qian locked the big demon to death, and like a pillar holding up the sky, he tried his best to kill it.

Instantly!

With thunder and flying light, the sky and the earth shine white.

When the light dissipated, under the billowing black clouds, the sky above the small courtyard was as clean as water.

"It's done!"

Old Taoist Yi Qian murmured to himself, and with a "poof" sound, he could no longer support his body and knelt down on one knee.

As the saying goes:

The leader of all laws, use the thunder!

This is definitely not an ability that ordinary Huang Guan can use.

The biggest reason why Old Taoist Yi Qian can use it, besides the magical skills he practiced, is that he borrowed the power of the great demon.

It can be said that it will be difficult for him to wield this thunder for the rest of his life!

Of course, he paid a heavy price for this.

Fortunately...it's all over.

"Yao Feng...Yao Feng is still swallowing energy!"

Suddenly, a trembling voice came from the venue.

The old Taoist Yi Qian looked up and felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was so angry that he made a sound of vomiting and vomited out a large mouthful of blood.

All I could see was the black clouds that pressed over the city, and the clouds were still sweeping over the city, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Tornadoes ravaged Changlan one after another.

Countless people were brutally slaughtered, turned into blood-food for great monsters, and turned into cultivation materials.

"It seems that Changlan City is no good. If I had known this, why would I have sent ghosts to control the walking corpses? It would have wasted my cultivation time in vain."

An indifferent voice came from the black clouds.

Faintly, a green figure can be seen leaping between the cloud peaks.

"...it's over!"

All the blood drained from Taoist priest Yiqian's face.

The whole courtyard was full of Buddhist disciples with yellow crowns, and their faces were ashen and defeated, as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Where is the century-old monster here?

That was clearly a five-armored ghost immortal who had been practicing for three hundred years.

"Fellow Taoist Yigan, do you still remember that Pindao once said that Pindao is good at curing ghosts?"

Just when everyone was in despair, an old voice came faintly.


Chapter completed!