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"...It's Brother Zhan!"

Bai Yutang was shocked when he saw this, and immediately looked helpless.

Sure enough, once the matter involves Bao Gong, Zhan Zhao's actions will be difficult to calm down.

With no other choice, Bai Yutang had no choice but to jump down and cooperate with Zhan Zhao to double-team him from the other direction.

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"Damn it, who is going against me?"

On the high platform, the disheveled old Taoist Xing Ji was shocked and angry.

Not long ago, the altar he built in the courtyard suddenly moved. If he hadn't arrived in time to provide assistance, the entire high platform would have been shaken away by the sudden golden light.

"There are definitely experts in Bao Zheng's house, and in terms of cultivation, I am no match for him."

"But it doesn't matter. With the Yin Demon blood given by Lord Shengjun, no matter how skilled that person is, there is no way he can save Bao Zheng alive!"

Just as Old Dao Xing Ji was gritting his teeth and thinking in his mind, he suddenly saw a cold light bursting out from the jade bottle, seemingly coming from behind his head.

Mr. Xing Ji was suddenly startled. He ignored the desk in front of him and hurriedly avoided it in a panic.

"Tsk-"

The sword light passed across and tore a gap in the tablecloth hanging on the desk.

Old Daoist Xing Ji fell to the ground, looking at the figure coming from behind with a look of shock and anger.

He saw the other party dressed in black, holding a giant sword, the blade of the sword shining with cold light, glaring at him and saying: "Demon Dao, accept your fate!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Zhao circulated the true energy in his body, raised his sword and swung it. The sword energy suddenly left the sword peak and turned into a series of slashes towards the old Taoist on the ground.

"Dang——"

There was a buzzing sound, and the Taoist robe on Mr. Xing Ji's body emitted a faint light, which actually enveloped his body and blocked Zhan Zhao's sword.

"boom!"

The bright white sword light passed by both sides of Xing Ji Laodao, tearing apart the high platform easily, leaving a deep sword mark seven or eight meters long.

The sword mark stopped at the edge of the high platform, and Bai Yutang, who had just landed on the high platform, couldn't help but tiptoe a little, and his figure floated up again.

"……It's you?!"

Looking at Zhan Zhao's face full of murderous intent, Mr. Xing Ji's face was full of horror. He quickly got up from the ground and ran away from the stage.

"Where to run!"

Zhan Zhao shouted angrily, then jumped up and struck Xing Ji in the back with his sword.

The surging force exploded in an instant, slashing Old Dao Xing Ji into the air, and flew towards the audience like an unloaded cannonball.

The violent force was blocked by the dim light on Xing Ji Laodao's body, and exploded violently, like invisible steel needles, shooting everywhere, piercing black holes on the high platform.

"Kacha kacha——"

As the sounds of cracking sounded, the high platform made of bluestone shook violently.

Seeing that the high platform was about to collapse, Bai Yutang retracted his gaze from Xing Ji Laodao, tiptoed, floated to the desk, and grabbed the small white jade bottle that was about to fall to the ground.

Looking back, Zhan Zhao was already rushing towards the audience with his sword.

Bai Yutang sighed, knowing that Zhan Zhao had entrusted all the jade bottle and wooden figure to him.

So, without hesitation, he jumped up and flew up to the house before the platform collapsed completely.

"Rumble--"

With a loud noise, the high platform collapsed completely, and the table, incense candles and blood flags on the platform were also scattered into the rubble.

On the eaves, Bai Yutang held a jade vase and glanced at Zhan Zhao, who was buried in the smoke and dust below, and then at the alarmed guards and private soldiers outside the courtyard. He immediately laughed loudly and said loudly: "Bai, go!"

The laughter containing true energy echoed like thunder in the sky above the Taishi Mansion.

Many guards and private soldiers were attracted by him and angrily chased him in the direction of the sound.

The footsteps and angry shouts around him became more and more intensive. Bai Yutang looked in the direction of the ruins of the high platform, sighed, and immediately jumped up. His body swept across the roof like a strong wind. In the blink of an eye, he left the Taishi Mansion and headed towards He rushed to Bao Gong's house.

At the same time, Zhan Zhao struck Laodao Xing Ji in the chest with his sword, causing him to fly upside down, smash into the courtyard wall, and fall into the rubble.

At this time, cracks had appeared in the dim light on Old Dao Xingji's body, and it was obvious that Zhan Zhao would chop him into pieces with a few more sword blows.

He gritted his teeth and did not get up. He just lay down in the rubble. He reached out and took out a gray flag from his arms and shook it violently.

"Huhu——"

In an instant, a sinister wind blew up, and black energy surged out from the flags, transforming in front of Xingji Lao Dao into a ghost general wearing black armor, holding a big sword, and with a faint light in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Zhao sneered and strode over.

"They're just monsters. Do you think you can stop me?"

Taoist Xing Ji raised his hand and shouted in shock and anger: "Kill him!"

The ghost's eyes shone brightly, and he immediately stepped forward with his sword and fought with Zhan Zhao.

As Zhan Zhao said, in the face of Nan Xia's martial arts and the officials' aura, a mere ghost general was indeed no match for him.

After only a few rounds of fighting between one person and one ghost, the ghost general had several hideous cracks on his body.

Seeing this, Taoist Xing Ji was shocked, quickly got up from the ground, and ran towards the outside of the Grand Master's Mansion without looking back.

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On the other side, Bai Yutang rushed back to Gong Bao's house as quickly as possible.

He didn't say hello to anyone in the house, but rushed straight to the study, wanting to hand over the jade bottle to Master Zishan.

Soon, the study door opened, and Bai Yutang walked in quickly with the jade bottle.

"Taoist Priest, look at this thing, but is it the medium for casting spells?"

Master Zishan reached out to take it and immediately smiled: "Thank you for your hard work!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and shattered the jade bottle, revealing the wooden figure soaked in Yin Demon blood.

Bai Yutang and Xu Xian took a closer look and found that the wooden figure had Bao Gong's name and Nian Geng written on it as Taoist Tan Yue said.

Master Zishan stretched out his left hand, held the wooden figure and the blood mass in the air, carefully separated the wooden figure from the Yin Demon's blood with his magic power, and then stored the Yin Demon's blood into another jade bottle.

As for the wooden figure, Master Zishan raised his palm and clapped it, and golden red flames suddenly burst out, wrapping the wooden figure and making it burn.

As the wooden figure was burned into ashes, Bai Yutang noticed that the first thing to be burned was the name Nian Geng written on the wooden figure, and then the wooden figure itself as a medium for casting spells.

At the same time, while the wooden figure was burning, wisps of black gas emerged from it, floating about half a foot in height, and then mysteriously disappeared, seemingly rushing to an unknown place.

Master Zishan's eyes flashed with golden light, and he followed the black energy and immediately saw the scene a few streets away.

On the deserted street, an old Taoist priest with disheveled hair was running for his life.

Behind him, a dark figure was holding a sharp sword, leaping in pursuit under the moonlight, and followed closely.

There is no doubt that this is Xing Ji Laodao and Nan Xia Zhan Zhao who just ran out of the Grand Master's residence!

Master Zishan's eyes glowed with golden light, and he looked in the direction where Xing Ji Lao Dao escaped, and found that the aura of strangers on the street was gradually decreasing, while the yin energy was becoming increasingly strong.

The most peculiar thing is that in this situation of rising yin and declining yang, several figures hurriedly appeared on the originally empty streets.

…There’s something wrong with this street!

Master Zishan frowned and directed his magic power to his eyes again, extending his field of vision forward.

In an instant, a strange inn appeared in front of him.

Just looking at the appearance, this inn is just a bit older, and its decoration structure is no different from other inns.

But the strange thing is that it is clearly midnight, but the door of the inn is open, and a strange-looking waiter is waiting outside the door of the inn, leaning on the counter boredly, selling dozens of lanterns.

Seeing this scene, Master Zishan's face darkened, and he immediately turned his gaze to the plaque above the inn.

I found that there were indeed three large characters engraved on it - more than half a step!

"I knew it……"

There was a hint of coldness on Zishan's face.

As a demon king who has re-established his nirvana, he is naturally familiar with the name Banbuduo Inn.

This is an extremely peculiar place, equivalent to a transit station for the three realms. Regardless of people, gods, or demons, as long as they know the method, they can pass through this place to go to the demonic path, the demonic path, and even the immortal path and the underworld.

Nowadays, the immortal gods and Buddhas of the three realms have not appeared, and the immortal realm or heaven, like the underworld, has become a chaotic place occupied by demons.

Xingji Laodao fled here, obviously hoping to reach the devil's path through Banbuduo Inn.

As for the reason, it is also very simple. If Master Zishan remembers correctly, the current demonic path has been occupied by that old bat. His body is a thousand-year-old purple bat spirit. After occupying the demonic path, he called himself the Holy King of Demonic Dao.

It is normal for Old Daoist Xing Ji to work for that old bat and to be hunted by others and to escape from the devil's path.

...You want to go to the old bat for help, right?

Can the Taoist allow you to go?

Master Zishan sneered, waved his sleeves and flew out of the study on clouds.

Bai Yutang and Xu Xian in the study were stunned when they saw this. The former quickly said: "Hey, Taoist Priest, where are you going? What should I do with Mr. Bao?"

Master Zishan's voice came from the horizon.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bao is fine. As for Pindao, of course he has to meet the demon who cast the spell!"

...Is this solved?

Xu Xian looked at the unconscious Bao Zheng on the bed with some confusion.

Bai Yutang regained his energy, jumped out of the study room, and shouted: "Taoist Priest, wait for me!"

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On the other side, Zhan Zhao flew across the roof, following closely behind Xing Ji Laodao, and found that the other party had mysteriously disappeared from his sight after turning the corner.

Not only that, a large fog suddenly appeared on the street ahead, blocking his vision.

Zhan Zhao frowned, feeling something bad. He immediately landed in the middle of the street, holding a sharp sword, and stepped into the fog cautiously.

At the same time, Xingji Laodao has arrived at Banbuduo Inn using a specific method.

He glanced at the mist behind him and let out a long sigh of relief. Behind him, Lu sarcastically shook his head and said, "After all, he is a mortal."

After saying that, he took off the talisman on his feet and walked quickly to the door of the inn.

The waiter at the door raised his eyelids, looked at him, and then asked calmly: "Where did the guest come from?"

Mr. Xing Ji said quickly: "Come from where you came from."

The waiter asked again: "Where to go?"

A smile appeared on Old Taoist Xing Ji's face: "Wherever we go——"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a golden shadow of a mountain fell from the sky. In an instant, the dim light of the Taoist robe shattered. While there was still a smile on Taoist Xing Ji's face, he was crushed to pieces with a pop. .

"..."

The waiter had a stunned expression on his face, stood up quickly, and looked to the sky in astonishment.

He saw a purple-robed Taoist descending from the sky and landing in front of him. He looked at the mud at his feet and said disdainfully: "Want to run?"

"Have you asked Master Dao?"