"Your Excellency is also a generational figure, so it's too shameful to do this."

Sima Yuan and his body were filled with true power. He stepped out of the door and saw a ball of black mist hovering on the roof. He felt more certain in his heart. He flew straight up and landed two feet away from the ball of black mist. He clasped his fists and said, "I wonder who is Dahao's 18th Bell?"

A man in the black fog smiled strangely and said, "I didn't expect that you, the old man, have some knowledge. Grandpa, I am Luo Qitao in the 'Shang's' voice. Why, are you scared?"

Sima Yuanji chuckled and said, "After the battle, I wonder if the clan could repair the three bells, and have the five people who made up their seats been searched?"

The whirling black mist paused and suddenly surged up sharply. Luo Qitao's voice was mixed with surprise, fear, and anger, and gritted his teeth and said, "Old thief, who are you, how could you know these things?"

Sima Yuanji silently pulled out the fiery red oil umbrella from his back, and the true power penetrated, and immediately the heat lit up.

Luo Qitao was stunned and said one by one: "Kui Yang Parasol, it turns out it was you. I didn't expect that Luo Chenzi suddenly left Maoshan twenty years ago, and there was no news from now on. Humanity was wandering in the world. When I saw him today, it was true. The revenge of these twenty years can finally be avenged today." The black fog rolled, and the bells were shaking. It was hard to tell whether it was the bells stirring the black fog, or the black fog that triggered the bells, condensed into a pitch-black fog knife, and chopped down Sima Yuanji head-on.

Sima Yuan and the sun parasol in his hand turned sharply like a gyro, and immediately shattered the fog knife. The force did not stop and stabbed Luo Qitao in the black fog.

Luo Qitao did not dare to underestimate him. The Dahao Ming Bell with his right hand shook one after another, forming an invisible net of qi to protect him firmly. At the same time, he took three steps in a row to avoid Sima Yuanji's attack. He was really afraid and hated Sima Yuanji, the Luochen Zi. When the Wuchen Chen joined hands to break the "Dahao Ming Bell Formation" they were proud of in the Buddhist altar. In that battle, the 18 clock masters lost five of them, and even the most solid Dahao Ming Bell destroyed three of them. They have not thought of practicing it until today. Especially Yang Chenzi, Anyang Changle is like Feng Ruoyun, broke the heart of the formation in three moves, and later it was defeated one after another, and there was no room for rescue.

Sima Yuanhe took a step back and said, "Recently, there have been frequent murder cases near Jiujiang City. Most of the deceased's souls have been lost before death. I wonder if it's your master's hand?"

Luo Qitao snorted and said disdainfully: "Old thief, don't ask questions clearly. You don't know the rules of our Buddhist altar. You only take the soul but not the soul. You can only take the soul after death. You must directly take the soul when a person is alive. Hehe, this method is contrary to the way of heaven, and we will also feel that it will lose our life."

Sima Yuanji frowned and said, "Your Majesty has seen that there are too many deaths here recently. Have you come here to capture the wronged soul?"

"Originally," Luo Qitao sneered, "But now my idea has changed. I want to marry your old thief's life. I cry out the shame of the Buddha altar twenty years ago." After that, he stood up and advanced rapidly. The Dahao Ming Bell buzzed and buzzed, and the black mist condensed into a wide knife, sharp sword, spear, and green spear, and rushed in from four directions.

Sima Yuanji's face remained unchanged. He walked his left hand through his right shoulder armpit and slapped back casually. A foot-long heart-eating drill fell down immediately. Then, the red light of the sun parasol flowed, breaking four mist devices from bottom to top, and said lightly: "You have used these things twenty years ago. Isn't there any new tricks yet?"

"Old thief, please take a look!"

The black fog that had originally covered the whole body suddenly condensed and solidified, like black ropes twisted together, tangled and turned around, forming a big snake, surrounding him with hissing letters.

As the black fog disappeared, Luo Qitao's true body suddenly appeared. He was tall and thin, wearing a black silk robe, covered with a black veil, and only a pair of dark eyes were exposed. On his right hand was a two-foot-foot-foot-high black species, with a faint black pattern on it, which was indistinguishable.

Luo Qitao sneered and said, "This magic trick was originally used by the 'Dahao Mingzhong Formation'. After you broke it, you didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise. We accidentally discovered a shortcut. Individuals can also condense the Nether Snake trick for their own use. The so-called "get it and use it". Old thief, I will thank you now."

The sound of the Dahao Ming Bell was swaying, and the Nether Snake went up straight, opening his mouth and biting it down suddenly at Sima Yuanji. The Yin Qi was spitting out. Before he could get close, he felt the coldness was biting. Sima Yuanji did not retreat but advanced, holding an umbrella and stabbed its jaw. Unexpectedly, the Nether Snake immediately stuck to the umbrella and circling along the surface of the umbrella.

Sima Yuanji was shocked. When he was about to shake it away, he slapped his left hand to block the poisonous mist sprayed by the Nether Snake. A red light passed through the meridian of the right arm and quickly penetrated into the Kui Parasol. With a "bang", the Kyu Parasol suddenly opened and burst out with dazzling red light. The Nether Snake was burned by hot iron, and flipped and fell from the surface of the umbrella.

Luo Qitao stared at the sun-like parasol, not knowing whether it was hatred or fear, but shouted softly. The Dahao Ming Bell quickly rotated, and a half-foot-high human figure appeared like black fog, and the people and snakes all attacked Sima Yuan and Ji.

Sima Yuanji looked at the half-foot black mist and said in a lost voice: "The method of slave ghosts." Kuiyang parasol exploded in red light, avoiding Luo Qitao's attack, and sternly said: "You actually control the ghost spirit for your use, and today I will not spare you." Kuiyang parasol rotated like a wheel, separated the Nether Snake and took Luo Qitao's chest ribs.

Luo Qitao did not dodge or avoid, but instead stood up and palmed straight.

"Soon!"

Sima Yuanji shook his body and took a step back. Luo Qitao took three steps before he could stabilize his body. The strength of the two of them shows that Luo Qitao was surprised. Twenty years ago, with the skills of the two of them at that time, Luo Qitao had to retreat six or seven steps in a row. Today, Sima Yuanji used the sun parasol and only allowed him to retreat three steps. The practitioners should become stronger and stronger in the cultivation. Now, after twenty years, Sima Yuanji's kung fu has declined a lot.

Could it be that there is some injury, or that the body's strength is suppressed?

Luo Qitao was surprised and excited. The Dahao Ming Bell also rotated with acceleration. Just as he was about to take two steps forward, a sudden light flashed through his mind: Could this be the old thief's trick to show weakness and lure the enemy? He stopped immediately, but this method was only used by people who were much stronger than him. Whoever used this trick with someone who was a few points weaker than him would not waste time.

Luo Qitao was shocked and wondered. Thinking that the old thief was alone here, it was a great time to avenge his shame. Then he thought: Forget it, no matter whether this old thief was deliberately showing weakness, he would take me to the next two tricks, so he would not be afraid that the old thief would not use all his strength. At that time, who is stronger and who is weak is clear at a glance.

With this in mind, he stood up and attacked the Nether Snake and Dahao Nether Bell together. At the same time, the weapons condensed by the black fog kept shooting, surrounding Sima Yuan and from eight directions. Sima Yuan and dodged left and right. Although they were still unharmed, they were a little struggling when they resisted. They almost got bitten by the Nether Snake several times. Luo Qitao was overjoyed. No matter what the reason was, he finally knew that this old thief was not as good as before.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!