A woman's cold voice sounded in the Yin Qi, and then the Yin Qi gathered and condensed into a large gray umbrella, facing the blue thunder and lightning in the sky.
"thunderbolt!"
There was a loud roar, and the blue thunder and lightning destroyed the gray umbrella, and the Yin energy dispersed.
The remaining half of the lightning continued to strike into the Yin Qi, slowing down slightly.
It was this time difference that gave the ghost cultivators in the Yin Qi a chance to defend themselves. The Yin Qi condensed again and blocked the blue thunder and lightning.
The thunder and lightning dispersed the Yin Qi, but its power was exhausted and it disappeared in mid-air.
As the aftermath dissipated, the Yin Qi dissipated, revealing the figure of a delicate woman dressed in white, with two recently deceased corpses beside her, none other than Ding Weishan and his wife.
The body was covered in bruises and it was obvious that he had been tortured for a long time before death.
He Pingan and the others looked at the corpses of the two couples with expressions neither sad nor happy.
As the saying goes, you will die if you do something wrong, and these two people deserved it.
"You two, stay away and block her escape. If she escapes, block her a little bit to ensure your own safety."
Tang Longshan gave an order, escaped from the flying boat, and left He Ping'an and He Ping'an on a mountain peak behind the woman.
At this time, the three of them took a closer look at the woman, and saw that her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were watery, but also a little sad, her face was sad, she was thin, and she looked pitiful.
Women should be pretty and filial. This filial piety does not refer to filial piety, but to the color white.
This woman dressed in white can evoke the deepest love and compassion in people's hearts.
He Ping'an thought to himself that he was indeed a ghost cultivator who could enchant Prince Lu to his head. Even when he saw him, he couldn't help but feel pity for him.
During his investigation, he discovered that this woman should be the concubine of King Lu Xina!
However, if you use the spiritual eye technique, you can see that the yin energy around her is solid, and her cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level of ghost cultivation.
If it weren't for the blessing of Tang Longshan's thunder method, he might not have been able to stop this delicate female ghost just now.
"Taoist Priest, my little girl and you are not in conflict with each other, so why bother forcing each other so hard? How about we just say goodbye."
The voice of the delicate female ghost was soft and soft. When the voice reached everyone's ears, they immediately felt soft and wanted to let her go.
"How dare you use charm!"
Tang Longshan snorted coldly, and his voice contained the true Taoist method, which shook away the female ghost's charm, and He Ping'an pretended to wake up from the soft state all over his body.
Looking at Jiang Yishan next to him, his performance was no different from his own.
"I won't let you stay!"
Tang Longshan made a secret with his fingers. In the clouds, lightning flashed, and blue electric snakes shuttled through the clouds, locking onto the delicate female ghost.
"Niubi, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined."
"I, Wu Fumu, am afraid of you!"
As the voice of the delicate female ghost fell, the Yin Qi rose into the sky again, and a wave of resentment covered the sky. Even the thunder and lightning in the sky seemed to be blocked.
"Wu Fumu, isn't your name Ding Lanxiang?"
"Could it be that it's not her?"
He Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and smiled calmly. It turned out that this was what he meant.
Tang Longshan stepped on the seven-star step, his beard and hair were spread out, his hand made a sword point, and he pointed towards Wu Fumu: "Thunder is coming!"
"Boom!"
A blue electric snake as thick as an arm suddenly descended from the sky, splitting away all the lingering Yin Qi and resentment, and struck Wu Fumu from the air.
Seeing the lightning strike, Wu Fumu showed a sly smile, and his body turned into invisible Yin Qi, suddenly floating towards He Ping'an and Jiang Yishan.
The lightning locks onto the female ghost's body, and no matter where she floats, the lightning will also strike.
Seeing Wu Fumu floating over, Jiang Yishan and He Ping'an looked at each other, their true energy condensed, and two swords, one white and one green, appeared on the long sword, and they slashed towards Wu Fumu.
"whee......"
Wu Fumu chuckled lightly, and his body turned into nothingness. The two-color sword slashed through the Yin Qi, as if cutting through the air, and shot forward dozens of feet, slashing to the mountain wall.
Countless rocks were chopped into pieces, and the knife left two deep knife marks on the mountain wall.
The light of the sword disappeared, and Wu Fumu was less than two feet away from the two of them.
He Ping'an could clearly see Wu Fumu's face and the beauty mark in the middle of his eyebrows.
Well, he does look good, but unfortunately, except for his face, the rest of his body has been integrated into the yin energy, so it's hard to see what his figure is like.
And the faint blue thunder light was still ten feet away from Wu Fumu.
According to this distance, Wu Fumu and Youlan Leiguang came to He Pingan at basically the same time.
At such a close distance, it is very possible to accidentally injure two people.
Tang Longshan frowned. Unexpectedly, Wu Fumu actually ignored the attacks of the fourth-level warriors. The two attacks could not even stop Wu Fumu from taking a breath.
He could only use the secret technique to remove the lightning spell, and his figure turned into the breeze and flew towards this side.
But according to his speed, by the time he comes over, He Ping'an and the two of them will most likely have fallen into Wu Fumu's hands.
Seeing Wu Fumu rushing towards him, He Pingan subconsciously swung his sword to strike out again.
Jiang Yishan took a small step back without leaving a trace. The martial artist shrank to an inch, and with one step, he was already two feet away.
"Hehe, little brother, don't be so harsh..."
When Wu Fumu saw He Pingan's sword about to be slashed out, his body turned into a ball of invisible Yin Qi, and he repeated his old trick, wrapping He Pingan's entire body in it.
Suddenly, where He Pingan was, there was a gloomy wind and dark clouds, and He Pingan could no longer be seen at all.
Anger flashed across Tang Longshan's face and he looked at Jiang Yishan, wondering why he suddenly backed away.
The mana poured out as if it was free of charge, and the speed increased several times again, but it was still a little too late.
I couldn't help but sigh slightly in my heart, this kid, I see that he is very smart and diligent in doing things, and I am going to focus on training him.
This was the first time he was taken out to perform a mission, and something unexpected happened.
After Jiang Yishan retreated two feet, he saw that the clouds had completely covered He Ping'an. He kept retreating, his face was uncertain, his eyes were staring at the clouds, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
"boom!"
At this moment, a dazzling white light lit up from where He Ping'an was. All the evil wind and ghosts around him were destroyed by the white light, and the powerful aftermath spread to the surroundings, shaking endlessly.
The explosive Confucian righteousness filled every inch of the surrounding space.
"嘤嘤嘤...."
A miserable ghost cry was heard, a gloomy energy appeared a hundred feet away, and Wu Fumu's figure flashed out.
It's just that at this time, she no longer has the power she had before. The solid Yin Qi around her body has been almost dispersed by Haoran's righteousness, leaving only a small amount of the original Yin Qi to condense the ghost body into shape.
She didn't expect that He Ping'an would suddenly burst out with the strength of a fourth-grade monk, and without noticing, he would be seriously injured.
In the center of Haoran's righteousness, He Pingan's figure appeared. In his hand, a piece of rice paper was slowly burning, and all the Haoran's righteousness contained in it had been exhausted.
"Good boy!"
Tang Longshan saw that He was safe and sound, and when he saw the rice paper in his hand, he already had an idea.
This kid actually has the handwriting of a third-grade Confucian monk. No wonder he was able to repel Wu Fumu.
He was so happy that he sprayed out four small yellow flags in his hand, which turned into four yellow auras and fixed them in the southeast, northwest, and trapped Wu Fumu in them.
Wu Fumu was seriously injured, and his Yin Qi was moving slowly. He was a little late and was covered by the formation formed by four small flags.
The weak figure turned into a ball of yin energy, rushing left and right in the formation surrounded by four small flags, causing the yellow formation light to flicker, but it could not escape.
Seeing that Wu Fumu was already a turtle in the urn, He Pingan glared at Jiang Yishan behind him, but before he could ask, Jiang Yishan spoke first.
"Brother He, I'm really sorry. I felt scared just now, my calves went weak, and I took a small step back..."
