I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest

Chapter 44 Mutation
Zhou Jiuye kept his composure, and pinched Yinjue again, a fireball gushed out from his palm, and slowly flew to the original high platform, illuminating the cave even brighter.

Yu Qiuyi pursed her red lips, put away her whisk, and took out a slender sword: "Where is the sneak?"

Everyone present took out their weapons and stood in front of Mr. Zhang and the unconscious Lin Fengxue.

"Hee hee hee, little beauty, don't worry, wait for the grandpas to get rid of these ugly guys, here is a handsome one, why do you feel that you are more powerful than this little Taoist nun?"

The voice is ever-changing, sometimes thick, sometimes frivolous, sometimes hoarse, and sometimes sharp.

Gu Yao clenched the silver sword tightly, and secretly pasted a yellow talisman on his wrist, and looked around with the technique of channeling the secluded.

A row of transparent shadows appeared in his eyes, standing not far in front of everyone, still walking around arrogantly, looking at everyone unscrupulously.

There are the most in front of him, and four of them have already squeezed in, all of them staring at him with salivating expressions, and there is even some saliva left behind.

"It's Wutongshen." He pretended not to see it, hiding his left hand in his sleeve, and said loudly.

One cow, three horses, he glanced around, looked in front of the others, and finally fixed his gaze on the one in front of Yu Qiuyi.

This one is in full human form, wearing a purple gold crown, wearing a purple robe, and a sword hanging from his waist.

Yu Qiuyi was cautious. When she saw Gu Yao staring at her, she remembered that Gu Yao could see it, and her heart trembled: "Wutongshen? Fellow Daoist Zhou, please make them appear."

At the same time as the voice fell, the long sword in her hand swung fiercely in front of her like a full moon.

Gu Yao also shot instantly, the Five Elements Fire Palm swung out, and the fiery flames rushed out, hitting the ghosts in front of them.

"Uhhhh!"

There was a scream, and the blazing flames burned out the figures of several ghosts. Fazi Qing's eyes lit up, and a big seal appeared in his hand, and he directly suppressed them.

Every time the seal is completed, there will be flashes of thunder, one ghost will be wiped out, and four will be cleaned up in an instant.

Gu Yao slashed at the figure in front of Yu Qiuyi with a sword. Just now, Yu Qiuyi's sword cut the man in two, and his figure disappeared, but after a while, he gathered again. Not far away.

Zhou Jiuye controlled a few running firefoxes and gathered them in his hands, holding and releasing them: "Now!"

A large piece of firefly swung out from his hand and attached to the body of Wutongshen, and all Wutongshen appeared.

"One, twenty nine."

"Counting the five that were killed just now, is there a total of fourteen?"

Yu Qiuyi clenched her long sword tightly.

Gu Yao retreated to her side: "Thirteen, the one in front of you just now, it's not dead, it's the one in human form."

Mr. Zhang coughed and said: "It's okay, the Wutong God has no terrible supernatural powers, but it has the invisibility and incense protection of the gods. These two can be broken with a snap of your fingers. Xuanhu Jingyuan, the rest is left to you."

Xuanhu is the fourth Jingyuan.

He stood in front of a few people, looked at the nine figures, and put his hands together: "Golden Feather God Front!"

A pair of golden wings appeared behind his back, flamboyantly opened, and with a slight shake, countless feathers shining with golden light fell down, turning into golden lights, shooting at the group of bewildered Wutongshen.

Just as Mr. Zhang said, there is nothing to fear about Wutongshen, who vanished into ashes under the golden arc light.

Everyone looked at it, and they also felt relieved. Only Gu Yao, who could look directly at the group of ghosts, noticed that the face of the purple-robed man became clearer and clearer, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

After Xuanhu Jingyuan operated for a while, all the fireflies in the sky were cut off, he stopped and said: "It should be resolved."

Gu Yao shouted again: "Zhou Jingyuan, please use that spell again, the humanoid one is still there!"

what!
Gu Yao stared at the human figure closely, looking at his face: "He is still standing there without moving, but his face was originally blurry, but with the fall of the other Wutong gods, it became clear instead. It looks familiar."

The others also became nervous. Zhou Jiuye used the firefly technique again, but this time it was useless.

Fireflies passed through the figure.

"Gu Daoyou, are you joking?" Zhou Jiuye asked in a low voice seeing his spell malfunction.

Xuanhu was also puzzled and said: "Yes, it is impossible for both of my spells to fail."

Gu Yao clenched the silver sword tightly: "Why am I joking with you all? He stared straight at us and remained motionless for some reason. This face looks like the man on the first floor just now, but it doesn't look like it."

Seeing that the other people were a little suspicious, Zhou Jiuye and Xuanhu were still a little wary of him, so Gu Yao directly hit him with a five-element fire palm.

The moment the flame was about to pounce on the man, an invisible air wall appeared, blocking the flame.

"Look, my five-element fire palm is blocked."

Master Zhang spoke for Gu Yao: "Don't doubt your comrades when there are weird situations."

"Has he been staring at us?" Fa Qing asked suddenly.

"Yes."

"Then let's move." Fa Qing made a long story short, and said as he walked, "You said that the face looks like the corpse of the first coffin?"

"Yeah." Gu Yao was on guard.

Not only was he guarding against that soul, he was also guarding against several Jing Yuan.

No one else can see this soul, only he can see it, and his cultivation and spells are too outrageous, these people don't believe him, it is understandable to doubt him.

Born in wild grass, he is not trustworthy. Gu Yao can accept it, but he will definitely take precautions.

"Are you still looking in that direction now?"

"Uncle Fang, how do you know?"

Fafang Qing said bluntly: "He was looking at the golden body."

"I just took a look at the facial features of the golden body, and they are very similar to the head. I suspect that the two may be father, son, or brother. I don't understand the technique of refining corpses, but it can make a monk's fiery golden body into a sacrificial offering." A ghost driven by humans will never be so ordinary."

Seeing Gu Yao and the two Jingyuan guarding against each other, Master Zhang tried to smooth things over: "In this case, we should find a way to seal it. It's a pity that Lin Fengxue is still in a coma, otherwise it would be easy."

Xuanhu's complexion suddenly changed: "Not good, the tooth seal is wearing out."

He took out a few small daggers, ran quickly, and inserted them into the big holes of the golden body.

Gu Yao suddenly stepped forward, kicked his ass, and kicked him flying: "Be careful!"

The soul suddenly rushed over directly, got into the golden body, started to move, and stepped towards Xuanhu who had just inserted a dagger in it.

Xuanhu ate dog shit on the ground, became furious, turned around and just uttered the word "you", when he saw the golden body alive, rushed towards him fiercely, shut his mouth quickly, and shouted at everyone Dodge and move everywhere.

The golden light in his hand flickered for a while, shooting out sword energy one after another, but it had no effect, just a spark.

After Gu Yao's death, Yu Qiuyi and Zhou Jiuye made another move to seal the monk again.

Watching the three of them repeat their old tricks again, Gu Yao stood in place, staring at the gradually ferocious ghost statue behind the monk's golden body, without moving.

"How is Master Zhang injured?" Seeing the three of them stopped the monk again, Xuanhu took out a handful of big golden nails, and Gu Yao walked back to Master Zhang and asked.

"It's not light, I need to cultivate for a few days, what's the matter?" Mr. Zhang's tone now resembles Fa Qing very much.

"I reckon they're going to be deflated, and they have to take action to stop this monk." Gu Yao said.

Mr. Zhang is the true third realm, a cultivator who refines the spirit and counteracts the void.

as predicted.

When Xuanhu was about to drive the big nail into the monk's spine, the evil spirit behind the monk suddenly twisted and turned into black ink spots, flowing all over his body.

Then the red flames on the monk's body ignited, engulfing the flames that refined the golden body. The daggers that had been inserted into its body before were ejected one by one, and the whisk and frost that trapped it were also destroyed.

"Huh!"

The monk let out a roar, his body doubled in size, and he punched Xuanhu into the wall, and his life and death were unknown.

There were two more roars, and the red karmic fire swirled and roared, spreading.

Zhou Jiuye and Yu Qiuyi hurried back.

"This place is not the underworld. Why are ordinary people disturbed by this king who has not yet become a Buddha?"

This monk is one foot tall at the moment, surrounded by karmic fire, golden light and ink entangled all over his body, like a legendary Shura.

It turned around slowly, staring at the nervous adult with a pair of green eyes: "Return. This king's Buddha fruit"

At the back of its head, countless dense incense gathered and turned into a halo.

(End of this chapter)