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As the strongest among the three thousand demons in Guixu, Luohou does have some abilities.

Even though he was caught off guard and bitten by the vicious dog, he managed to react at this moment.

Seeing the soldier Yang Jing slashing at him with a knife, he staggered and dodged.

In a panic, although he looked very embarrassed, Luohou still managed to narrowly avoid the knife attack from the soldier Yang Jing.

After avoiding the knife, Luohou was very proud.

"You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing?"

"With your ability, you think you can hit me?" Luohou said proudly.

It seemed that he had forgotten that he had just been bitten on the butt by a vicious dog.

The slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado.

How arrogant Luohu was in the previous second, how embarrassed Luohu was in the next second.

"Ouch!"

With a scream, he fell to the ground with a terrible look on his face.

Luohou only remembered to deal with the attack from the frontal warrior Yang Jing, but forgot that there was a Taoist priest Yang Jing behind him.

Taoist Yang Jing's whisk grew longer in the wind and turned into a huge dragon that swept towards Luohou's legs.

After wrapping the whisk around Luohou's legs, Taoist Yang Jing pulled hard.

Caught off guard, Luohou had no time to react and fell to the ground.

After falling to the ground, Luohu realized that something was wrong. He struggled desperately, trying to free his legs from the entanglement of the whisk.

However, it was not so easy for Luohu to free his legs.

His legs were tightly entangled by the whisk that looked like a giant dragon, and he could not break free in a short period of time.

The most crucial thing is that the warrior Yang Jing is standing by and watching closely. It is absolutely impossible for him to give Luohou a chance to break free from the entanglement of the whisk.

"Zhi!"

"Wah! Wah!"

The three-pointed, double-edged sword kept slashing out, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air rang in Luohou's ears.

At this time, Luohou could only defend himself and had no power to fight back.

Luohou kept rolling on the ground using moves like the lazy donkey roll to avoid the attacks of the warrior Yang Jing.

"Ah! I didn't chop it!"

"Ah! I didn't chop it again!"

"Hey! I haven't chopped it yet."

"Ouch, it got chopped!"

"Ouch, it's being chopped again!"

People make mistakes, and horses stumble.

Even Luohou, in his attempt to dodge, could not achieve 100% avoidance.

At first, Luohu's chance of dodging was very high, but as the warrior Yang Jing's sword slashed at Luohu's body, his soul began to be injured.

When his soul is injured, Luohou's chance of dodging begins to decrease.

As one thing increases, the other decreases. Luohou's chance of dodging decreases, and the warrior Yang Jing hits him more and more times.

Gradually, due to the severe damage to his soul, Luohou could no longer resist the attacks of the warrior Yang Jing.

At this moment, Luohou felt extremely regretful.

It can be said that I regret it so much.

Luohou originally wanted to pick a soft persimmon to squeeze, but who would have thought that this persimmon was not soft at all?

Now it seems that he has hit a wall by provoking Yang Jing.

Unfortunately, he really had no choice.

If he doesn't choose Yang Jing as the person to possess, who else can he choose?
He thought that Yang Jing, who was a weakling, was so difficult to deal with. The other two were undoubtedly even more difficult to deal with.

"What bad luck! What bad luck!"

"Why did I come to heaven and earth?"

"I will never come back to this damn world again!" Luohou cursed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Under the warrior Yang Jing's violent attack, Luohou gradually lost the ability to fight back.

After Luohou completely lost the ability to fight back, it was time for Taoist Yang Jing to perform.

The whisk, which looked like a giant dragon, grew rapidly, like an old silkworm spinning silk, and quickly wrapped around Luohu, forming a cocoon-like thing.

Yang Jing knew that Lin Yuan needed a living Luohou, not a dead Luohou.

Therefore, he deliberately captured Luohou alive and sent him to Lin Yuan.

After defeating Luohu and capturing his remaining soul alive.

Outside, Yang Jing, who had been resting with his eyes closed and his body trembling slightly, opened his eyes again.

After seeing Yang Jing open his eyes and seeing that familiar look, Lin Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and they are the most difficult to fake.

From the look in Yang Jing's eyes, Lin Yuan could be certain that the soul in this body was his best friend.

Yang Jing is worthy of being Yang Jing, the reincarnation of Taoism.

Even Rāhu could not take over his body.

"Luckily you're the winner!"

"Otherwise, I really don't know what to do!" Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yang Jing.

Lin Yuan was not joking, but speaking the truth.

If Luohu was the winner and Yang Jing's body was occupied by Luohu, Lin Yuan really wouldn't know what to do.

Yang Jing was his best friend and beloved relative. It was impossible for him to destroy his body and Luohou together.

"Although Luo Hou is only one step away from transcendence, he has not yet transcended. Without transcendence, he is still at the first level."

"He is at level one. He can't defeat me in my body!" Yang Jing's words were firm and full of confidence.

Luohou is indeed powerful, but Yang Jing is also a genius!
In other words, who among those who can cultivate to this level is not a genius?

The reason why Luohou is stronger than Yang Jing is simply that he was born an era earlier than Yang Jing and got more opportunities than Yang Jing.

"Where is Rahu?"

"Could it be that you destroyed the remaining soul of his?" Lin Yuan asked tentatively.

After all, the battle between the spirit and soul in Yang Jing’s body just now was very fierce.

Compared to killing and capturing alive, the latter is obviously more difficult.

If, in the battle of spirits just now, Yang Jing had destroyed the remaining soul of Luohu, it would be understandable.

After all, in a life-and-death crisis, Lin Yuan could not possibly ask Yang Jing to hold back.

In that situation, Yang Jing would definitely focus on winning by himself. As for whether he could capture Luohou alive, that was secondary.

Yang Jing waved his hand, and a cocoon made of spiritual power appeared in front of Lin Yuan.

One can vaguely see that a human soul is struggling inside the cocoon.

From the breath of the human-shaped remnant soul in the napkin, Lin Yuan could be sure that this was the remnant soul of Luohou.

"I know you will need it, so I saved it for you!" Yang Jing said to Lin Yuan with a smile.

Lin Yuan never expected that Yang Jing not only defeated Luohu's residual soul, but also captured Luohu's residual soul alive.

I have to say, my good friends understand me best!
Lin Yuan took the cocoon that contained Luohou's remaining soul in his hand. Looking at Luohou who was struggling in the cocoon, Lin Yuan slammed his head on his head.

"Luo Hou, you are now a prisoner and you are still not behaving yourself?" Lin Yuan said sarcastically.

Luo Hou's voice came from the cocoon: "Lin Yuan, don't go too far. Let me out. I won't forgive you." (End of this chapter)