The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 53
Wild mountain road.

"Cough cough cough..."

Accompanied by the sound of coughing, under the spring sun, a figure galloped past, the black Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

Daoist Baiyun was very scared, he just wanted to stay away from this place and escape back to Qingfeng Temple as soon as possible.

Mainly it was a mess.

He never expected that the humble Maoshan Taoist priest and an ordinary young man.

To be so light-hearted, he solved the difficult matter of cat demon possession.

As soon as the matter was resolved, he knew that he couldn't stay any longer.

He instigated the concierge to uncover the talisman, hoping to make the muddy water of the Wang family even more turbid.

Well make your own arrangements.

Now I feel that I have put myself in it.

Of course I can only run away.

It's just that he didn't notice that a cat-sized chrysanthemum has been following him, with short legs twitching and drawing afterimages, and the speed is not slow at all.

Taoist Baiyun ran for an unknown amount of time, until the sun turned to the west, and then he stopped and found a boulder to rest his feet on.

When I started running, I didn't even notice it.

When he stopped, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest, covered in blood.

He turned his head and looked at the road. There was a turbulent wind and grass, but no one was chasing after him, "Huh, it's finally safe..."

"Yaodao, where to run."

Suddenly, a long howling sound came, and the sound moved the whole field.

Baiyun's face changed drastically. In addition to being flustered, he glanced to the place behind him from the corner of his eye, and a figure galloped towards him.

His eyes were fixed, and it was easy to recognize the young man surnamed Xu on the mountain road where the sky was still bright.

Xu Ping came on the wind.

I learned from the porter that this Taoist priest Baiyun colluded with the bandits and plotted against the Wang family property.

And the concierge was bribed by him, and he promised to make a lot of money.

The more Wang Yuanwai listened, the more frightened he became, and he was about to go to the police station for help.

And Uncle Jiu burst into anger, his veins bulged, and he rushed to Baiyun's room immediately.

It's just that I never thought that the Taoist chief had already fled away when he saw that the situation was not good.

Fortunately, Xu Ping was prepared and found out after some perception.

This Taoist Baiyun is running in the sun, commemorating his lost dream of getting rich.

During the pursuit, Xu Ping ran faster and faster without touching the ground.

With more than [-] years of Taoist blessings, how can you wait for nothing.

Although he has never learned the art of controlling the wind, his true energy circulates his limbs and bones, and his body is as light as a swallow. Compared with him, his speed is much faster, and finally he was the first to catch up with him.

But it was also because of Chinchilla's tail that he was able to discern the direction. As for Uncle Jiu and Gu Nianhua, at this moment, he didn't know where they were left.

Seeing the distance between the two of them getting closer, Bai Yun knew that he couldn't escape, and he had to get rid of him first.

Daoist Baiyun got up abruptly, turned around to look at Xu Ping who had barely stopped, and said angrily, "Young man, don't meddle in your own business."

Xu Ping stepped forward slowly, with a copper coin sword in one hand and a willow wooden sword in the other, and said calmly, "I have to take care of it."

Daoist Baiyun was furious: "I don't know how to live or die."

He didn't see the scene where Xu Ping fell into his soul. He only thought that the two young people who came here were led by Uncle Jiu, and followed him through some experience.

But seeing that he dared to chase after him, he must have some morals on his body, so he should not underestimate the enemy.

Daoist Baiyun thought quickly, put his hand into the bag, took out a small yellow flag, and waved it in the air.

If you disagree, just dance? !
Xu Ping was taken aback for a moment, and thought, the whole thing was gaudy.

With his luck, the copper coin sword glowed with golden light, and he shot it out.

At this moment, three streaks of black smoke rose from the small yellow flag, dancing in the air, howling ghostly.

The golden light directly pierced through three lines of black smoke, and the hidden evil ghost screamed, and was immediately strangled by the unparalleled pure yang power of the copper coin sword.

This……

Daoist Baiyun was stunned for a moment, my Nether Ghost, is it just gone?

But the next moment, he was not allowed to think.

The brilliant golden light of the copper coin sword was already approaching, swiftly flying towards his chest.

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal and stone intersecting is soft and long, like the ringing of drums and bells.

Bai Yun held another magic weapon in his hand, the golden bell that he sacrificed, collided with the copper coin sword, at least knocked the copper coin sword back.

But after being hit by this, his face turned pale, he opened his mouth, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood.

There was no reward... Xu Ping glanced at him angrily.

You Nether Ghost is too weak, the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book doesn't like you!

Looking at the old Taoist in front of him, Xu Ping swiped his swords in front of him, bursting a string of sparks, and asked himself: "Hey, old Taoist, do you still have any monsters?"

Conscious of being underestimated, Taoist Baiyun's face darkened: "Don't be crazy."

As he spoke, two streams of black smoke billowed out from the cuffs of his hands, with seven grimaces interspersed in between, and rushed towards him ferociously.

Although Xu Ping took advantage of his words, he kept a high degree of concentration.

He didn't want to capsize the boat in this gutter.

Seeing the grimace in the black smoke, the black smoke burst out suddenly, opened his ferocious mouth, and bit down fiercely.

Xu Ping slashed down with his sword.

Unexpectedly, Daoist Baiyun learned to be smart this time, with a shake of his arms, the grimace quickly retracted into the black smoke.

And the two black smoke, with the shaking of the arms, swung in the air, changed positions, and quickly attacked Xu Ping.

It turned out to be the case.

Xu Ping saw through it at a glance. What was really difficult to deal with was not the black smoky grimace in front of him, but Taoist Baiyun who was manipulating it.

He turned a blind eye to the black smoke in front of him.

Xu Ping directly wanted to pass through the gaps between several ghost faces, but these ghost faces were relying on the black smoke, changing their directions so quickly, flashing continuously, directly blocking his way.

However, Daoist Baiyun never noticed it.

At this time, Xu Ping's position was already within the shooting range, and the copper coin sword in his hand shot out again.

Facing the overwhelming golden light, Dao Baiyun was startled, not daring to take risks rashly, he folded his arms, and the seven grimaces in the black smoke locked the copper coin sword tightly.

At this moment, Xu Ping put his free hand into his pocket, and when he escaped, he threw out a handful of paper figurines, drawing countless white shadows in the air.

After all, the paper man is still easy to use, and can fight and work.

Seeing the sky full of paper figurines flying towards him, Bai Yun didn't panic, and Tao Mu Jian was about to sweep away, but unexpectedly, his leg hurt.

A chinchilla bit his calf tightly, and Doudou looked straight at him without blinking.

Old Daoist Baiyun's eyes were wide open, his veins were bulging, he raised his sword and stabbed, and yelled furiously, "Bastard!"

Seeing that the Chinchilla was about to die here, seeing the Chinchilla showed a flattering smile.

In Bai Yun's eyes, it looks more like a beauty smiling...

Unconsciously, Jian Feng slowed down a beat, and the Chin Maoshu completed the task and jumped into the jungle to disappear.

What's the situation, I actually treat a mouse...

Excited? !

Just when he was dazed and confused, seven or eight paper figurines surrounded him, some hugging their legs, hugging their waists, and hugging their hands.

Really, a big man all over the body.

A cold look flashed in Xu Ping's eyes, and the willow sword in his hand, surrounded by lightning, flew out through the air with an unstoppable momentum.

Bai Yun was startled suddenly, his face was as white as paper, almost the same as the surrounding paper figures.

"No, no, I..." In the brown pupils, the flash of lightning continued to enlarge, and he was already panicked and incoherent, unable to understand what he begged for mercy.

It wasn't until this moment that he could distinguish it from the thunder in front of him.

The opponent, who has at least 20 years of Taoism, is not something he, a wild Taoist priest who has become a monk halfway, can compete with.

The willow sword held the radiant thunder and pierced through the old man's abdomen, leaving a scar on the mouth of the bowl.

The arc remaining in the body instantly traveled through the whole body, and there was a burst of crackling sound. Under the power of thunder, the soul was turned into dust within a single round.

With a grimace of black smoke, he let out a strange cry and disappeared from his field of vision.

Xu Ping bent down to pick up the copper coin sword, retracted the willow wooden sword, and tucked it into the sleeve. It was very convenient, this is the advantage of being short.

And the Chinchilla galloped forward, standing in front of it, Xu Ping took off the beauty's face, and the Chinchilla instantly turned into an ordinary squirrel, and its body returned to normal.

"Go ahead, dig holes and play."

Throw it away after use, there is no doubt about the tool mouse.

After doing all this, he stood there and waited for a while, the clouds and mist filled his eyes, and the Yin Yang illustrated book was online:

Slaying demons: the way of demons.

Reward: Ghostly Art.

Hiss... ghost way!
A group of soul fragments fell into his hands, Xu Ping exclaimed in his heart, and crushed them vigorously.

A plume of black smoke pierced his nose, and the howling of ghosts and wolves echoed in his ears.

All kinds of techniques of the ghost way, mysterious and treacherous, rolled back and forth in the mind, and they were integrated in an instant.

(End of this chapter)