"Junior brother, why do you do this?"

Standing in front of Hua Gan was a square-faced Taoist with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was the second disciple of the old Taoist priest. He was originally meditating and resting, but was suddenly alarmed by the sound.

When I came here, I saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

"Second Brother, the master has gone to the immortal. I have now joined a great demon."

Hua Gan said bluntly that if he thought it was right, the tiger dragon had already come in at this moment, and there was no need to hide it anymore.

"No, I don't believe it. I want to see him in the master's body." The square-faced Taoist said angrily.

"This is true. Second Senior Brother, why don't you follow me too, and you may have an opportunity in the future." Huagan said with a sincere face.

"Absurd, how can people do things for monsters? Have you forgotten the master's teaching that people-oriented?" The square-faced Taoist asked.

"I haven't forgotten. You are the senior brother, you are stupid. What the old Taoist priest said is that we were born as human beings, and we were people-oriented, and we did it according to the way. But now the master has gone to immortality. This is the number of days, but we have no support."

Hua Gan looked straight at the square-faced Taoist without giving in.

"Although it is not tolerated by the human race, it can leave a glimmer of life to seize the opportunity of the great way. This move is in accordance with the will of heaven and in line with the great way. What's wrong with it?"

Faced with the words of Huagan's stern chanting, the square-faced Taoist couldn't help but take a step back and didn't know how to respond.

"Besides, cultivating immortals is the way of oneself, and the way of oneself is the way of oneself. All living beings are in this way. If they can enjoy the great way, what is the difference between cultivating people and demons?"

It seemed that I had thought of something, but my face became a little complicated.

"No matter what, I will never be able to commit to that demon. Since you are no longer a human race, you will go down the mountain and go back to where you should go."

The square-faced Taoist looked cold and hard, and had a firm attitude.

"Senior brother, I can't turn back."

Huagan took out a talisman from his arms indifferently.

All he should say and all he should do. If the Taoist who is square-faced will leave, he will definitely be unable to move forward in the future.

In the courtyard.

The middle-aged Taoist had given up on the continued activation of the mystery cloud formation, and instead shook the Hundred Ghost Banners.

Countless evil spirits drifted to him, and the surrounding wind blew, and the evil spirits wailed him a little more at ease. He forced his courage to shout:

"Well, who is the monster? I dare to break into Xianyun Temple. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise you will understand the mystery of my Taoist magic."

"But if you play with some ghosts, you dare to talk about the mystery of magic."

The tall body of the tiger dragon slowly walked out of the fog.

As his cultivation level grew, his body length also reached about eight meters under the tempering of demonic power. He stepped on the ground with his feet and stood up, almost two feet tall.

The nearly two-story tall body blocked the moonlight and cast a large shadow.

When he saw the tiger dragon appearing, the middle-aged Taoist couldn't help but move his throat and swallowed.

Xianyun Temple is good at talismans and ghost magic. When he goes down the mountain, he always does rituals for wealthy families, and at most he can subdue some ghosts.

Even ordinary monsters rarely encounter them. Have you ever seen such a monster with such momentum? They have a little weak legs for a moment.

But when I remembered that I had the Hundred Ghost Banner in my hand, I felt a little calmer, straightened my body, and whispered loudly: "Since you don't want to retreat, I can only try my methods."

"Hundreds of ghosts devour the body!"

The middle-aged Taoist shouted loudly, and his two fingers merged into a sword finger, and he pointed forward.

However, none of the evil ghosts wandering around him did anything and did not dare to step forward, as if they were a little afraid.

The middle-aged Taoist felt cold, but soon his face became ruthless. He picked up his hand and bitten it hard, and a large piece of flesh and blood was bitten off by him.

He endured the severe pain from his hands and vomited it forward, and the flesh and blood turned into a blood mist, and the surrounding ghosts swarmed up and swallowed the blood mist.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed at the tiger dragon again and shouted: "Flesh and blood are sacrificed, and hundreds of ghosts are eaten!"

These evil ghosts became even more fierce and fierce after swallowing the blood mist. A faint red light even appeared on the surface of the spirit body. After hearing the order, they rushed towards the tiger dragon.

"What a naive idea of ​​a weak human being who wants to defeat me through an equally weak ghost."

The tiger dragon looked ahead, although he deliberately calmed down, he could still feel the human beings who were afraid in his heart and the evil ghosts who were whistling in front of him, and he had no intention of fighting in his heart.

All he had was his feelings about the impermanence of the world. Whether it was humans or ghosts, he was once one of them.

But it was not until now that he realized how helpless and weak he was before.

Compared to a creature like the tiger dragon that is bound to be powerful as it is born, for most individuals, humans or ghosts are really too disadvantageous.

Just as he was feeling, the evil ghost had rushed closer.

The tiger dragon's claws suddenly stretched forward.

Catch it!

A bloody and hairy female ghost was pinched by him and turned into soul energy and dissipated.

The other evil spirits also crawled onto him and bitten hard, trying to bite his soul.

But the powerful body of the strange beast made the soul of the tiger dragon extremely stable. The biting of these evil ghosts was almost like tickling for him.

The tiger dragon just slapped it like a mosquito, and a ghost was slapped away by him.

With a swing of his tail, several more powerful ghosts scattered.

The little servant was also fighting these evil spirits, but compared to the easy freehand painting of the tiger dragon, he casually slapped it. The little servant used the method of devouring like the evil spirits to devour other evil spirits.

He was refined by the demon blood of the tiger dragon, and his strength was much stronger than ordinary evil spirits. Few evil spirits came to him and swallowed several of them in a moment.

"Ao!!"

The tiger dragon roared lowly, and the demonic aura on its body was stirred up, and the evil spirits around it were shocked.

He walked calmly and calmly towards the direction where the middle-aged Taoist was. The evil ghosts brought out by the Hundred Ghost Banner seemed to be just insignificant little bugs to him and were not worth his stay at all.

"You... don't come over."

The middle-aged Taoist priest took a step back with a trembling body, and was already scared.

He was holding a yellow talisman in his hand, but he didn't dare to use it at the terrifying monster in front of him.

"Oh... do you have other means?" Hu Jiao looked at the talisman in his hand with interest.

The old Taoist priest also used talismans and formed a formation, but he had no chance to use it.

He has experienced the monk's methods and also seen the monster's methods, but he has never felt the Taoist priest's methods much.

Seeing that he didn't dare to take action, Hu Jiao simply grabbed his claws slowly and forced him to take action.

"Edict!"

Under the threat of life, the middle-aged Taoist priest finally inspired the talisman in his hand and stuck it on the claws of the tiger dragon.

A numb feeling came from it.

But after just numbing for a while, the talisman lost its function and fell down.

“Is it only that level?”

A hint of disappointment appeared in the tiger dragon's eyes. In the middle-aged Taoist's desperate eyes, he gently placed his claws on his head.

One grip,

release.
Chapter completed!