Desperate Night

Just when Qingchen Temple was planning to make Yu Hong famous.

In front of a teahouse near Taizhou.

At the wooden sign with the words "Pure and Natural", a young man in a Qingchen Temple Taoist robe was quietly waiting for a woman with big wavy blonde hair to come out.

The two stood in front of the door and exchanged glances.

"The alliance has decided to take action together the day after tomorrow. You will cooperate internally at that time to destroy the formation and determine the whereabouts of the information." The woman raised her hand and threw a black object.

The man caught it and took a look.

"Okay. Who will take action then?"

"The seven sons of Yuantai are here, which is enough to solve the problem. There are basically some old, weak and disabled people over there. Although they are Taoist veins, they have lost their combat effectiveness in order to make money and enjoy themselves. With the help of the technique, they should be cleared within a day." The woman said casually. "This is just the beginning. Our main opponent is the team of masters sent by the Taoist veins later."

"I understand. Why did you suddenly decide to start early? I have only been lurking for two years. I thought it would take four or five years." The man asked.

"Who knows." The blonde said lazily.

"But it doesn't matter. People who recite scriptures all day long almost forget who they are." The man said lightly, put away his things, and turned to leave.

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The scene of the small meeting.

"The competition begins."

Under the crowd's gaze, Yu Hong and the Taoist Yuanhua of Jiufang Temple finally set the stage for the confrontation.

Seeing Yu Mo and the others talking about this and that, they had to pull it to the young disciples.

Jiufang Temple knew what they were thinking, and they happened to have full confidence in their own Tao seeds, so they agreed immediately.

After all, this matter was not big or small. If they really had to do it themselves, the impact would be too great. On the contrary, it would be easier for the disciples to win or lose.

Then, it became like this.

The old Taoists of Jiufang Temple sat together with Yu Mo and others. They all looked smiling and talking. In fact, everyone's attention was focused here.

Yu Hong represented the face of Qingchen Temple. Originally, Zhengming should have gone up, but thinking of his previous loss to Yu Hong, he recommended Yu Hong to go up.

"Stop when you are satisfied. Remember not to hurt the other party. Just have a friendly exchange." Taoist Yu Mo said loudly and seriously.

"Yes, uncle!" Zhengming quickly responded loudly without waiting for the other party to respond.

This was considered to set the tone first.

Although the people from Jiufang Temple were dissatisfied, they did not refute and could only acquiesce.

Yu Hong glanced at the people around him.

The four of Zhengming and the two Yu generations were there, and there were about five or six local celebrities who were invited.

Together with the ten or so people from Jiufang Temple, it seemed that there were quite a few people.

"The competition is about to begin. Count down three times. Get ready." A Taoist from Jiufang Temple temporarily acted as a nod, raised his right hand and raised three fingers.

"Three."

"Two."

Yu Hong and Taoist Yuanhua raised their hands at the same time, ready to make a hand seal.

The resentful sand had already been placed on the ground between the two. This time, it was more extravagant, one bottle for each person.

"One!"

Swish!

Taoist Yuan Hua had a milky white porcelain bottle with a thin neck in his hand. He pinched the porcelain bottle and tapped it gently.

Suddenly, a trace of invisible power boiled out of the porcelain bottle and rushed towards Yu Hong.

The invisible power attracted the resentful sand in the air and soon turned into a silver blurry human face mask half a person's height.

The mask opened its mouth and sprayed out a hair-like silver thread, rushing towards Yu Hong.

"Go." Yu Hong also released the first layer of the terrifying shadow - the ghostly white-clothed man.

The white-clothed man was fearless and rushed directly to the front.

Puff puff puff puff! !

In an instant, a large piece of silver thread penetrated the white-clothed man's body, slowing down his pace a lot.

But that was all. The small holes on the white-clothed man's body quickly healed and disappeared. It pounced, closed the distance, and grabbed the silver mask.

Puff.

With a strong tear, the mask was torn to pieces on the spot.

At the same time, after the mask was broken, a black mist was released, covering the man in white.

This side was entangled.

On the other side, Yu Hong and Yuan Hua Taoist chose to open another battlefield at the same time.

The two summoned a withered girl and a second deer horn mask again.

The withered girl was obviously restrained by the deer horn mask, but because of the special nature of her own flash, the two fought for several minutes and could not determine the winner.

Then, the third battle began.

Yuan Hua Taoist's face became solemn.

"Before seeing that it was not Zheng Ming Shang, I thought something was wrong with him. Now it seems that you are simply stronger, right?" He said in a deep voice.

At this time, opening two games in a row consumed a lot of his Taoist spirit.

But Yu Hong on the opposite side was still calm and his complexion was as usual, as if he had not consumed it.

This is a bit exaggerated.

"In fact, it was Senior Brother Zhengming who gave me this training opportunity." Yu Hong explained, "I am not strong myself, and I am still much worse than Senior Brother."

"Hehehe." Taoist Yuanhua glanced at Zhengming, who was expressionless, and cursed the people of Qingchen Temple for being so hypocritical.

But on the surface, of course, he could only frown and not speak.

Raising his hand to make a seal, he shook the porcelain bottle again.

Suddenly, a new wave of power surged out rapidly, and was quickly absorbed by the resentful sand, taking shape, and condensing into a hideous horned mask like a demon.

A new shadow also emerged on Yu Hong's side, a vague translucent human figure, emerged.

That was Yu Ren!

As soon as the speaker formed an outline, he released a circle of invisible and substantial airflow, blowing around.

The people in Jiufang Temple changed color slightly.

They had seen the horror shadow of Qingchen Temple before, but this was the first time they had seen such a strange style.

When this evil horror shadow appeared, Yu Mo and others also looked sideways slightly, leaned forward, and their faces became a little solemn.

Taoist Yuanhua already felt something was wrong at this time, but it was too late to change his moves. Besides, the evil ghost face this time was the strongest spell in his hand. If it didn't work

Bang!

In an instant, the moment the speaker took shape, the evil ghost face hit it head-on.

In the muffled sound, the evil ghost face was bounced several meters away.

And the speaker still stood in the same place, the jelly-like texture on his body quickly and slowly disappeared, leaving only pure translucency.

The breath was also restrained and motionless.

"The gap is revealed. That ghost face can't beat Zhengrou's horror shadow at all!" Zhengxia whispered, with some shock in her eyes. "I've only practiced for such a short time, but I've already caught up with Taoist Yuanhua for so many years."

"This is aptitude, it doesn't make sense at all." Zhengming shook his head. "But what is that thing that Zhengrou summoned? How come I've never seen it before? Junior sister, have you seen it?"

Zhengxia shook her head.

"I've never seen it before, maybe Master and the others know."

The two looked at Yumo, Yuhen and others, and found that they were also staring at Yuren, some with frowns, and some were just curious.

The two old Taoists, Yumo and Yuhen, were also guessing the source of Yuren's identity.

"That thing is very dangerous and has a lot of details. It's either an image of long-term fantasy and fear, or an image of folk ghosts and gods in some folk customs." Yumo said in a low voice.

"I think it's a bit like. The real one," said the master of Yuhen Temple with a frown.

"Really? If this level is true. Could it be..." Yumo suddenly thought of the case about Huangsong Island in Yu Hong's background.

"It should be. This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." Yuhen nodded.

As soon as Yuren's appearance came out, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary character.

At this time, the white-clothed man had already suppressed the mask on the opposite side and grabbed it in his hand.

"Great! Then, how will you solve this move next!"

Taoist Yuanhua was a little angry, and immediately pressed a black gold pendant on his chest.

Buzz!

At the moment he held the pendant, a circle of invisible spiritual fluctuations suddenly spread to the entire hall with him as the center.

This time, everyone noticed the difference.

A hint of oppression slowly emerged.

"It's a Taoist weapon! A heritage Taoist weapon!" Yu Mo leaned forward again, "Zhengrou just got the Taoist weapon, I don't know if he can handle it!"

"Let's see first, if it doesn't work, he will admit defeat." Yu Hen shook his head.

Not far away, Zhengming and the other four also showed worry.

"The heritage Taoist weapon has been used, it's really desperate." Zhengming frowned, "The use of the Taoist weapon is not so fast and proficient, Zhengrou is at a disadvantage in this regard."

"I think Zhengrou still has some confidence." Zhengxia has been following Yu Hong these days and has vaguely observed his temper.

Seeing that he was motionless on the field, he knew that the situation was not beyond his control.

On the other hand, the local representatives on the side, seeing such a magical fight, applauded and cheered, looking like they were watching a lively and strange scene.

They did not notice the solemn atmosphere at all.

At this time in the field.

Taoist Yuanhua held the pendant, and the resentful sand suddenly condensed behind him, forming a three-meter-high silver bull-head masked figure.

The bull-headed man held a silver axe and raised his foot to rush towards Yu Hong.

Puff puff puff! !

With every step it took, translucent gelatin was dripping down its body.

That was the silent ability of the Yuren, causing it to suffer continuous damage.

But such damage was actually useless and had no effect on the bull-headed masked man.

In a flash, it ran in front of the Yuren and swung the axe.

Swish!

The axe instantly fell on the top of the Yuren's head, and at this moment, the Yuren's scream instantly exploded.

Ah! ! !

With a bang, Yu Ren exploded like jelly, splashing all around and disappearing completely.

Half of the front of the Minotaur was completely gelatinized, dripping like wax.

There was an uproar all around.

Taoist Yuan Hua had used the inherited Taoist weapon, but he was injured by Yu Ren's counterattack.

You know, once the inherited Taoist weapon is used, it can instantly increase the user's strength by a large margin, but the price is the excessive consumption of mental power. This is basically a trump card, but at this time, it was unexpected.

"Yellow-level Taoist weapon, fortunately, Zheng Rou is Xuan-level, even if he is not proficient, he should be able to gain a little advantage. Next, it is the real key to determine the outcome." Zheng Ming said in a deep voice, staring at Yu Hong closely.

The last time he sparred, he wanted to know what inherited Taoist weapon Yu Hong got and what the Taoist weapon was used for.

And there was no chance last time, this time Taoist Yuan Hua replaced him, maybe he could force Yu Hong's trump card.

Not only him, but also Taoist Yu Mo looked at Yu Hong with anticipation.

The head of Yuhen Temple held the tea and kept it to his mouth without putting it back, his movements seemed to be frozen.