Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Xiaomu, you also heard that the Master is going to harm me, let's go! You are going!" Xia Lan stretched his hand.

"I don't go, I can't watch you die!"

The two are pushing, suddenly Ye Xiaomu feels a numb behind him, turning his head and looking at it, it is a dust, after the dust tail unfolds, it becomes so big as a mop, and like a self-consciousness, the whole will open, Wrap your body and drag back.

Ye Xiaomu is a spiritual state. In the face of this kind of means, he couldn’t struggle at all, and he was dragged into the house at once.

The Taoist grabbed his neck and glanced at him. "Who are you!"

"I am a mage, not a ghost, my soul is coming out!"

The Taoist brow wrinkled and looked up and down. "The soul is so soft, it's just a new one. What are you doing here!"

Xia Lan flew to the window, grabbed the fence with both hands, and resisted the suction brought by a spell. He pleaded for "Master, he is innocent, you don't want to hurt him!"

The father and the son couldn't see them. They could only see the Taoist talking to the air, scared to shrink together, and begged the Taoist to hurry.

"Dao Chang, you and I are peers. You listen to me. This girl is my friend. She was bullied by the father and son every day. It was equal to being killed by them, and she was not a villain, nor did she think about revenge. She was going to go to the sinister, it was gotten by your practice!"

Ye Xiaomu explained to the Taoist.

The Taoist priests waved their hands and said, "I don't care about these things. I am a judge. I am not a judge. I only want to catch ghosts and take people's money to help people fight disasters!"

"Master, you are nothing more than let me not harm them. I am going to the sinister now, you can rest assured!"

Daochang smiled. "You are ugly, what do you want? I know that you went to the yin, but you can't believe it." Now I feel a magical sign and shake her. "You break into this charm first." Here, let's talk again!"

"Little Lan, don't, he has collected the money, it is to kill you! You don't want to die!" Ye Xiaomu picked up.

"Just you have more words!"

The Taoist patted him on his head, and the roots of the dusty whiskers immediately wrapped around his neck like a snake. The ghost does not need to breathe, but Ye Xiaomu feels that the body's breath is getting weaker and weaker.

"No!"

Xia Lan cried and cried.

"Hey, want to save him, then come in!"

"I am going in, I am going in!"

Xia Lan released the hands that grabbed the fence.

Xiaolan don't want!

Ye Xiaomu looked at her as she approached, and suddenly a force broke out, suddenly breaking away from the dust, and a slap in the face of the Taoist.

Snapped!

There were five black handprints on the Taoist's face. He snorted and immediately screamed, pulling a peach sword from behind and stabbing it against Ye Xiaomu.

On the mahogany sword, a dazzling cold light was emitted, so that Ye Xiaomu, who was a ghost, was very afraid. He turned and ran, and pulled Xia Lan.

"Want to go!"

The Taoist screamed, the finger flicked, the magical character flew out, and it was posted on the window sill. In the eyes of Ye Xiaomu, it became a curtain-like size, covering the entire wall, and the two men rushed to the top. The text bounced back and fell to the corner.

The Taoist priest smiled and raised his sword toward the leaf.

Because of the magical blessing, the wall could not pass through, and the two men shrank in the corner of the wall. This sword was inevitable. Ye Xiaomu got up and wanted to fight back, and suddenly his body was knocked open by Xia Lan.

Hey!

A sword stabbed Xia Lan's body and pulled it out.

Xia Lan fell in Ye Xiaomu's arms and twitched.

"It’s ugly, I still have to shoot, but it’s good, I’m fighting back in self-defense, and killing you is no problem.”

The Taoist shook his head and smiled at Ye Xiaomu. "I am afraid I have to kill you, so as not to leave behind, and I will testify with me in the future."

"Little wood, go fast..."

Xia Lan’s soul is scatter, but she is still pushing Ye Xiaomu, trying to let him escape.

The Taoist priest held a mahogany sword and walked toward Ye Xiaomu.

"I am a living person, you dare to kill me!" Ye Xiaomu yelled at him.

"I don't know where your body is, you are dead, who can know that I did it, and there is any evidence!" The Taoist smirked and hit a magical charm.

Golden light, there is nowhere to hide.

In the face of this mortal situation, Ye Xiaomu got into the body of the boy.

This is the way he thinks about it. Although the teenager is a healthy person, it is difficult to be possessed by it, but Ye Xiaomu can’t manage it so much. Fortunately, the teenager has been in great fear, Ye Xiaomu is also struggling. A blow, drilled directly into it.

Forced possession, bringing a strong burning sensation, the juvenile soul is also instinctively crowded out. Ye Xiaomu desperately suppressed and resisted with his soul.

Fortunately, with the flesh, the spirits and the like will never hurt themselves.

Ye Xiaomu broke out with the power of terror under the critical moment, completely suppressing the soul of the juvenile, and the perception of the body is becoming more and more comfortable.

"Son, son, what's wrong with you!"

The strong man sees his son is not right, come up and check.

Ye Xiaomu slammed on his face and stood up top-heavy.

This body is not your own after all, you need to adapt.

"Okay!"

The Taoist tangled out a handful of five emperors and called him.

Ye Xiaomu abducted most of the agility, and there were two burning hits on the body.

Ye Xiaomu took a breath and saw that the Taoist priest had found an octagonal mirror and looked at himself. Ye Xiaomu hid under the coffin and lifted the shackles of pine oil. He directly smashed the past and sprinkled the Taoist.

"You still my son!"

The brawny rushed over and held the legs of Ye Xiaomu.

"You are an old beast!"

Ye Xiaomu slammed his face, the brawny did not let go, and the Taoist priest came over. Ye Xiaomu stunned his heart and stepped on the wrist of the strong man. He snorted and his hand fractured.

Ye Xiaomu kicked him over and ran around the coffin, and his hands took the brazier, and the priests passed by.

This Taoist was repaired as a general, and the body was not good. In addition, it was also a rat trap. It was so stunned by Ye Xiaomu that he had to bend over to avoid it. Ye Xiaomu climbed directly onto the coffin and flew over. He threw the Taoist priest and fisted him to him. Greeting on the stomach.

Ye Xiaomu’s inner hate, this evil way, it’s just a grasshopper, and even wants to kill himself! Before I was in the state of the soul, I couldn’t play with him, but now I’m venting my anger.

Don't hit other places, just beat your stomach.

Punch and punch.

"puff!"

The evil priest spurted a spurt of blood and fell to the ground and barely moved.

Ye Xiaomu took a deep breath and just had to close his hand. Suddenly his head was hot and he reached out and touched it, but he was bounced off by the heat wave.

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