Villain: At the beginning, the protagonist's mother begs for forgiveness on her knees

The old man was very angry.

"What's going on? Master, judging from the elder's appearance, I'm afraid he won't give up!"

At this time, a figure emerged from the shadow behind Wang Yun and said,

"Hmph, I've already warned him. If the old man can't figure it out, he will be imprisoned and made pills for us for the rest of his life. Do you really think that Feng Leizi and Crazy Taoist, two fake pill cultivators, can protect his Medicine King Sect?"

Wang Yun said with disdain,

And Feng Leizi and Crazy Taoist are two guest elders of the Medicine King Sect who are in the fake pill realm.

"If the leader takes action, will the Jinlin Wang family intervene? After all, the elder still has some connections in the Wang family."

"It doesn't matter. I will take care of this matter. But those two juniors are too lawless. They actually hunted Purple Mansion cultivators openly. I must go and warn them in person. Otherwise, when I return to Dragon Island, what cultivators dare to come to trade and practice.

Where are they now?"

Wang Yun asked the person behind him,

"Those two juniors are now hunting the Hundred Ghosts Taoist, and Lord Qianying is watching them!"

Qianying is a guest elder of the Yunhe Chamber of Commerce and a fake pill cultivator.

"Arrogant! Do you really think this is their territory?"

Wang Yun was also a little angry at this moment. If they let the two people kill, wouldn't they lose face when they return to Dragon Island?

Suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew out of the city.

...

At the same time, a one-eyed old Taoist was looking at the two people in front of him with a serious face. It was the Hundred Ghosts Taoist in the early stage of Purple Mansion.

"Two ignorant youngsters, why did you attack my mountain gate? If you don't give me an explanation today, I will make you two pay the price."

"Oh, what price do you want, old senior? I wonder if you are satisfied with my body. Why don't you let me have sex with you to make up for our offense!"

A female cultivator in a green dress said with a sweet smile,

This woman is extremely beautiful, with cool clothes, majestic breasts ready to burst out, and every frown and smile can arouse others' endless desire.

It is Wen Yaqing from the Hehuan Sect, and one of the candidates for the contemporary saint of the Hehuan Sect.

But facing such a beauty, the one-eyed old Taoist dare not be careless.

"Slutty bitch, your Heavenly Demon Bewitching Sound is nothing but this, let's see the real thing in action!"

A red figure appeared behind the Taoist Baigui like a ghost,

"You are still so foul-mouthed! No wonder you don't have many friends, sooner or later they will die because of your dog mouth!"

Wen Yaqing said in a bad tone,

"Arrogant! Two people who have completed the foundation building dare to surround and kill me, they are simply ignorant!"

The Taoist Baigui knew that the two people came with bad intentions. Recently, he had heard that two fellows on the island were killed one after another. He was a little uneasy in his heart. He immediately ignored the demeanor of a senior and took the initiative to attack the two people with all his strength.

A white bone soul-calling banner appeared in his hand. This was also his middle-grade spiritual weapon at the bottom of the box. In order to refine this spiritual weapon, he did not hesitate to secretly slaughter tens of thousands of mortals and sacrifice blood to it. He even killed many cultivators and put them into the banner.

As this thing was sacrificed, countless ghosts appeared in the sky, among which there was a ghost king comparable to the early stage of the Purple Mansion.

He rushed directly towards Tu Ling. The Taoist of Hundred Ghosts knew that this method could not do anything to the two of them, so he decisively attacked with all his strength. The magic formula in his hand flowed, and the ghost fire on the fingertips of his right hand ignited. He grabbed his heart fiercely and twisted it hard.

As if some kind of seal was lifted, the originally dry body quickly expanded like a balloon, and the whole person turned into a huge ghost with a green face and fangs.

At the same time, Tu Ling also fought with the ghost king in the soul-calling banner. He was seen holding a blood sword. Under the blood-colored sword light, any ghost shadow that approached him would not survive. It seems that his blood sword has great restraint on ghosts.

"It's really interesting. Is it possessed by the spirit ghost? I was wondering why you can ignore the influence of my skills? It turns out that you have refined yourself into half a ghost. You don't want to be a good person, but a ghost! It's really putting the cart before the horse."

Wen Yaqing dodged the attack of the Taoist of Hundred Ghosts while pointing fingers at him.

"How can you, ignorant youngster, understand the mysteries of my martial arts?"

The Taoist of Hundred Ghosts was insulted by the youngster and attacked in anger, but the female cultivator's body movement was treacherous and she could always dodge in time when he attacked, like a worm in his heart, very evil.

After fighting for only a moment, he instinctively wanted to retreat, but he held on for the sake of face.

The Taoist of Hundred Ghosts was possessed by a ghost, and his whole body was covered with

Invulnerable to swords and spears, with defense comparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon, Wen Yaqing was forced into danger several times, but he was never able to cause substantial damage. Instead, he became more and more tired.

Even his movements became slower and slower, and he felt like he couldn't lift his spirits. Every time he wanted to retreat, he inexplicably forgot this idea and continued to attack, as if he was venting his excessive energy.

"It's unexpectedly easy to deal with. After all, a casual cultivator is a casual cultivator. Not only is his technique really unsatisfactory, but he is still so slow to sense danger. It seems that this time on Dragon's Island, he has lived too many good days."

Wen Yaqing muttered to himself,

At the same time, he felt that the time was almost right, and threw out a spiritual weapon, which was the low-grade spiritual weapon from the old monster Huang Feng, the Qianyuan Yiqi Bag.

He blew out endless Qianyuan Gangfeng and attacked the Taoist Baigui.

"Qianyuan Qi Bag, did Huang Feng Old Monster die in your hands?"

The Taoist Baigui was shocked and seemed to have regained some reason. He covered his face with his arms to resist the Qianyuan Gangfeng.

But he was still bloody and bruised by the Qianyuan Gangfeng. He looked miserable and struggled to hold on.

Although this spiritual weapon is easy to use, Wen Yaqing is only at the perfect foundation after all, and can't hold on for too long.

After a while, he took back the spiritual weapon.

The Taoist Baigui, who had just wanted to leave, inexplicably lost that idea. Although his body was bloody, he still rushed towards Wen Yaqing.

"As the saying goes, love is hard to break. Senior is deeply in love without knowing it. How sad! Let me send you off!"

Wen Yaqing stretched out her little hand while speaking. On her five fingers, there was an invisible thread connecting with the Taoist Master Bai Gui. As her little hand closed, the Taoist Master Bai Gui's ghost-like body was cut into pieces by the invisible thread of love.

Exposing his true body, he was tied up tightly by the thread of love and could not move, and was pulled to Wen Yaqing's feet.

Wen Yaqing stepped on the head of the Taoist Master Bai Gui with one foot and said to Tu Ling who was still entangled with the ghost king not far away,

"Be careful, don't damage my treasure. This white bone soul-calling banner is a good match for me!"

"Got it, bitch! So annoying."

Tu Ling said while not holding back. A long river of blood appeared behind him, and two blood shadows emerged from it. They were the dead Huang Feng Laoguai and Xu Fenglai, two purple mansion cultivators.

With the three of them working together, they easily subdued the white bone soul-calling banner that had lost its owner's blessing.

"As usual, the spirit belongs to you, and the blood, energy and body belong to me! The spiritual weapon belongs to you this time."

Tu Ling threw the white bone soul-calling banner to Wen Yaqing and said casually.