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

Chapter 72
Dead... The old man's face was instantly livid, and without saying a word, the strong evil spirit began to condense.

"Kill my junior brother, whether it's you or the one surnamed Wang, I will liquidate them one by one." The evil spirit on his body became stronger and stronger.

"Be careful."

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu reminded him.

Xu Ping nodded, and slowly drew out the willow sword: "According to the rules of the Jianghu, compared with Fengshui, how do you want to compare?"

For some reason, the evil spirit around the old man stagnated for an instant, because the young people in front of him were like ferocious beasts, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

He was stunned and didn't answer for a while.

When Xu Ping saw him like this, he said directly: "Forget it, let me tell you about my rules."

"If you can beat me, that hole will be yours. If you lose, I'll find another place for you and give you a coffin."

Before Qingfeng had time to express his indignation, Xu Ping paused, then said solemnly: "Actually, I was joking just now. If you lose, there must be no bones left."

In an instant, the old Taoist felt that his soul had been insulted.

He tore off the Taoist robe on his body, revealing a strong lumpy body, and black smoke filled the air.

And on his bare arms and chest, there were seven terrifying grimaces, with ferocious sharp teeth, roaring at Xu Ping.

"Seven evil spirits saving body technique."

Uncle Jiu screamed, pointed at the old Taoist and shouted angrily: "It turns out that five years ago, you were the one who killed seven children in Renjia Town."

Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

It turned out that five years ago, that is, the first month when Uncle Jiu came to Renjia Town, a series of unimaginable murders happened in the town.

There were seven families respectively. The half-grown boy in the family was wearing a blood-red dress, his hands were tied, and he was hung from the beam of his own house, and a heavy weight was tied under his feet.

Just like that.

Uncle Jiu came to the town when the sixth murder case occurred.

As soon as he heard this, he immediately understood that this was an evil cultivator practicing sorcery.

At that time, his reputation was far from what it is now, and there were many obstacles in the process of investigation.

And after the seventh murder case, Xie Xiu never appeared again, and this incident also became a heart problem for Uncle Jiu.

Afterwards, he read a lot of information, and only then learned from Maoshan Daoji that the other party was practicing an extremely sinister spell——

The seven evil spirits save the body.

So when he saw the seven grimaces on the old man, he reacted instantly.

"Xiao Xu, this beast has harmed countless people. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to vent my anger." Uncle Jiu shouted coldly, his eyes seemed to spew out flames.

Hearing that Uncle Jiu exposed his past, instead of showing any shame, the old Taoist showed sarcasm: "It's their blessing to be my ghost."

"brute!"

Uncle Jiu was furious instantly, and his tongue burst into spring thunder.

The soil under his feet rolled, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow from the string.

In mid-air, the mahogany sword in Uncle Jiu's hand shone with a dazzling golden light, stabbing at a grimace on the chest of the old Taoist.

Unexpectedly, that grimace opened its terrifying mouth wide, and bit the tip of the sword without deflecting.

Uncle Jiu's movements were fast, and the sword's momentum was also fast, almost instantly completing the flying thrust of the sword.

But the grimace on the chest took this move easily.

The seven evil spirits are really powerful... Uncle Jiu pondered in his heart, with a serious expression on his face.

No wonder this veteran dared to come to provoke.

It's just that he never expected that Xu Ping would anger him in an instant.

The original rules of the rivers and lakes, based on Feng Shui techniques, turned into a life-and-death struggle.

Just at this time, Qingfeng Laodao came with a punch, and the wind hit his face. The ferocious grimace on his left arm, his eyes lit up with brilliance, rushed out, and bit towards Uncle Jiu's face.

"Shh!"

A ray of sword light appeared out of nowhere, and slashed at Grimace.

The power of thunder on the willow sword immediately forced him back, the grimace retracted on his arm, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Xu Ping who was slashing down with the sword.

The huge impact caused Qingfeng Laodao's fist to lose control, and fell to the side.

Facing the fierce offensive blow, Uncle Jiu did not change his face.

The two have cooperated many times, and it is no exaggeration to say that they have a tacit understanding.

Xu Ping had already raised his sword to meet the old Taoist when he attacked Uncle Jiu, but Uncle Jiu caught a glimpse of the sword light at his side from the corner of his eyes, and ignored his attack at all.

Because he knew that Xu Ping could block this blow and he didn't need to defend himself.

But at the same time, the mahogany sword in Uncle Jiu's hand was wrapped in evil energy, and the golden light gradually dimmed.

This is the grimace on the chest, constantly spitting out evil spirits, trying to use the mahogany sword as a medium to attack Uncle Jiu.

Once the evil spirit enters the body, it will be troublesome.

However, Uncle Jiu has practiced for many years, so how can he take it easy?

When Xu Ping blocked the blow for him, with his free left hand, he drew an evil-suppressing talisman in the air, and slapped it into the mahogany sword.

The evil spirit talisman shattered into clear light and merged into the mahogany sword, and the golden light flourished.

"disease!"

Uncle Jiu looked solemn and shouted loudly.

The mahogany sword fused with the Suppressing Evil Talisman radiated brilliantly, and a beam of sword light shot out from the tip of the sword like a thin line, and penetrated into the grimace's mouth.

"what!"

Qingfeng Lao Dao let out a cry of pain, his grimace exploded, and his chest was bloody.

His complexion was instantly ferocious, his eyes were scarlet, his beard and hair rose without wind, and his whole body had no fairy air, and he roared ferociously like a ghost:

"The seven evil spirits come out, crush them for me."

In an instant, the only six grimaces left on the old man flew out together in the air, and the black smoke behind them was still connected to the old man's body like a column of smoke.

The six grimaces were in numbers of three and three, attacking Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu respectively in front of them.

Nine Uncle's toes were on his toes, and his figure retreated extremely quickly, his Taoist robe fluttered, and the three grimaces who were biting him quickly opened the distance.

The mahogany sword in his hand glowed with golden light again.

At the same time, his left hand swung out a sky-filled talisman to cover it in front of him.

Maoshan in the Shangqing Dynasty was originally from the Talisman Sect. Grimace saw the upright Taoist Talisman, and the iron wall formed in front of him stagnated for a moment. Finally, driven by the angry Qingfeng Taoist, he rushed over.

"boom!"

The three ghost faces collided with the talisman, and a large burst of flames exploded, and the black smoke condensed on the ghost faces suddenly dimmed a lot.

But in an instant, the evil spirit on the ghost's face condensed again, thick as ink.

Uncle Jiu was shocked when he saw this, his face changed slightly, and he shouted at Xu Ping who was beside him: "Xiao Xu, this ghost face is attached to him, and the attack by the ghost face is ineffective."

Xu Ping was surrounded by grimaces, and the willow wooden sword in his hand burst into blue thunder, protecting his entire body.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, he thought in his heart that it meant that the demon dao was actually the mother body, and all these grimaces depended on him for existence.

Thinking of this, he looked at the grimace in front of him, remembering its hesitation when facing the talisman just now, and thought in his heart...

"Hmph, so what if you know, these evil spirits are one with me, immortal, if you want to kill me, you have to ask them first." There was a hint of sarcasm in Qingfeng Daoist Priest's lingering eyes, even more so. Much of it is conceited.

As he said that, the evil spirit quickly condensed in the flesh and blood on his chest, turned into a grimace, and flew towards Xu Ping.

In fact, the old Taoist was also a little startled, this young man's morality is so high, the thunder light protects his body, and the three grimaces can't do anything to him.

Seeing another grimace flying over, Xu Ping didn't panic, he swung the willow sword and slashed out a large cloud of lightning, even if there was an extra grimace, he didn't dare to shake its pink light at all.

So is it an endless loop now, if you want to kill you, you have to destroy the ghost face first, and then you can condense again...

Matriarch!
Suddenly, Xu Ping thought of a way.

Witchcraft: Juling.

(End of this chapter)