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Fu Bo stepped into the void, his body glowed with rays of light, he threw away the mahogany sword in his hand.

Stretching out his hand to grab it, one after another talisman flew out from his sleeve, and within a short while, it condensed into a yellow talisman sword.

Chu He has been dumbfounded, is this the Daoist Daoist?

The means are simply against the sky!

This power, this appearance, I don't know how many times stronger than that ghost.

"Little ghost, you dare to act fiercely in front of this real person, let's see how this real person will kill you!"

Fu Bo stepped forward, the talisman sword in his hand shone brightly, and Setsuna fought with the ghost.

When the sharp claw and the rune sword collided, the aftermath was frightening.

What else to say to help, it is simply impossible.

Chu He and the others can only watch.

These two statues have already stepped into the third grade, and they can move the power of heaven and earth. Although there are not many, they are not something they can mix.

In the blink of an eye, one person and one ghost in the air had fought more than a hundred moves.

"Lightning thunder!"

Uncle Fu gave a loud shout, pointed his talisman sword at the sky, the sky was full of thunder and thunder, and dark clouds loomed.

This is the great supernatural power of Taoism to kill ghosts. It is different from the previous talisman to guide thunder. This is a real use of Tianwei.

Only Daoist Daomen can achieve this level, and only Daoist Daoist Daoist's awe-inspiring righteousness can practice without fear of thunder.

"Punish evil!"

Following Fu Bo's loud shout, his originally black hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But in the sky, the long-simmering thunder finally fell.

Boom!

The thunder billowed, as thick as an arm, and the dazzling light pierced people's eyes.

The loud sound made people's eardrums hurt, and their heads buzzed.

After one blow, Forber fell from the sky.

The talisman sword in his hand burned completely, as if he had aged twenty or thirty years in an instant, and the wrinkles on his face were a little deeper.

"Fu Bo, what's wrong with you!"

Chu He hurriedly rushed up to support Fu Bo who was staggering, with a concerned expression on his face.

Uncle Fu waved his hand, as long as he could kill this ghost, it would be worth burning thirty years of life.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the strange laughter of "Jie Jie" came from the ruins.

Everyone's face changed suddenly, and they suddenly turned to look at the ruins.

A pale ghost stood up slowly. Although the red robe was broken, it hadn't fallen yet!

Wang Wu showed a sinister smile: "Old man, if you are a real daoist, the thunder you triggered might kill me, but it's a pity that your origin is damaged, and I have the power of the tiger king to protect me, how can you kill me? "

It stretched out its sharp claws, and said with a sneer: "After swallowing you, I can heal the wound I received from your blow just now, and it can even improve my strength to a higher level!"

As soon as the words fell, it suddenly flew into the air, and its sharp claws went straight to Fu Bo's heart.

"My lord, be careful!"

Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen jumped up at the same time and charged at Wang Wu.

However, under the hands of the sixth-grade ghosts, they were shot and flew out without even making it through.

"kill!"

Chu He supported Fu Bo with one hand, and stabbed with a gun with the other.

Scoff!

The sharp claws approached along the body of the white dragon gun, and the sharp claws approached Chu He's chest.

"Naughty beast, get out!"

Uncle Fu bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist on Wang Wu.

Scoff!

The ghost mist filled the air, and Wang Wu fell to the ground in pain, screaming shrillly.

Even if the original source is damaged, there is still righteousness in the blood of Daoist real people, which can do great damage to ghosts.

"Old man, I will kill you!"

Wang Wu got up trembling, half of his face was corroded and pitted, even frightening.

It looked at Fu Bo with hatred in its eyes. This blood of a real person almost destroyed the sixth-grade foundation he had just condensed.

Lin Chong and the two rushed forward again, but even though Wang Wu was seriously injured, with a wave of his sleeves, the wind still sent the two of them flying upside down.

"Master, this bastard is targeting me, you go first!" The corner of Fu Bo's mouth was stained with blood, and tremblingly raised the mahogany sword.

However, Chu He's eyes were determined, and he didn't have the slightest intention to leave.

He raised the White Dragon Spear, entwined with literary energy, stepped on his foot, and stabbed out with a spear.

boom!

The White Dragon Spear pierced through Li Gui's body, but did not cause any damage.

Instead, Chu He was slapped on the chest by Wang Wuyi's palm. He felt his ribs were broken, coughed up blood, and fell to the ground.

"I almost forgot about you, but you are the target that Tiger King specially ordered to kill."

Wang Wu opened his sharp claws and slowly pressed towards Chu He's chest.

The sharp fingers and claws easily broke through the body protection, piercing into Chu He's flesh and blood.

Inch by inch, gradually approaching the heart.

Chu He felt as if a knife made of ice was embedded in his body bit by bit, it was bitingly cold.

"You beast, dare you!"

Fu Bo's eyes were red, and his old body was trembling constantly, but his physical strength was not enough to support him to continue to strike, so he could only watch helplessly as the sharp claws pierced into Chu He's body.

Wang Wu still had a sinister smile on his face, and he enjoyed the feeling of his prey's gradual despair.

Feeling the sharp claws close to the heart, Chu He smiled wryly to himself, the journey to another world ended a little too soon!

Just when he was in despair, suddenly, he felt a flash of spiritual light on the altar.

"Book spirit? Who is it?"

There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and the image of a Taoist appeared in his mind.

The Taoist man wore a Taoist robe, a pine-patterned bronze seven-star sword in his hand, and a feather fan stuck in his waist, which gave him the feeling of a Taoist master.

Enter Yunlong Gongsun Sheng!

On the line of life and death, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately summoned the book spirit.

In Wenquan, a Taoist jumped out and appeared directly beside him.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to hurt my lord, get out!"

The bronze seven-star sword with pine patterns suddenly cut out, and there was a flash of thunder on it.

A sword actually cut off Wang Wu's finger and claw formed by Yin Qi, and then the Taoist kicked Wang Wu's chest, and there was a flash of thunder.

Wang Wu let out a scream and was kicked back a few steps, the thunder still remaining in his chest made a hissing sound.

"Pindao was a step late, and almost made the young master suffer, so I ask the young master to forgive me."

Gongsun Sheng made a slap in the face, looking quite like a fairy.

Chu He couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw his cultivation clearly.

Gongsun Sheng is actually a Taoist cultivator of the seventh-rank enlightenment realm, and with the blessing of the pine-patterned bronze seven-star sword, his strength is close to that of the sixth-rank daily traveler.

"The Taoist priest is not too late, help me kill the ghosts!" Chu He said immediately.

"As the son wishes."

With a flick of Gongsun Sheng's Taoist robe, he held his sword and slashed at Wang Wu.

He was clearly only at the Seventh Grade Enlightenment Realm, yet he was able to fight Wang Wu without losing the wind.

A layman can't see the way, but Fu Bo, who was once a Daoist Daoist, was shocked to see it.

The young master's new book spirit is so powerful, his steps clearly and secretly match the five elements and eight trigrams, and his thunder method is also extremely authentic, even stronger than him, a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

He has also read "Water Margin", and knows that the spirit of this book corresponds to Gongsun Sheng, the dragon who entered the cloud, but the book is far less powerful than it is now.

And Chu He knew in his heart that Gongsun Sheng was different from Lin Chongluda. He was actually a master of Taoism when he appeared on the stage, but he was weak by nature and had not used any means.

He is the only person who can end up with a good death in the end. Obviously, it is not something ordinary people can do.

It is normal to have such strength.

"Pindao sends you into reincarnation!"