The zombie mode is not afraid of the Western Holy Light, and the vampire mode is not afraid of the Chinese Taoism!

"Uh-huh."

The fateful trajectory was like this, so when he switched to zombie mode, the feeling of being imprisoned disappeared instantly, and he easily avoided the Holy Light attack.

Father Wu was stunned.

This was a change beyond his knowledge.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The Western priest jumped and quickly came to the podium.

Father Wu woke up from a dream and kept waving the cross, emitting rays of holy light.

However, the Western priest was more agile than he thought. Only one or two of the ten holy lights could hit him without causing any damage.

"Snapped."

After getting on the podium, the Western priest slapped the cross from Father Wu's hand, hugged his body with both hands, resisted his struggle and beating, and bit him on the neck.

"Run!"

Father Wu died, and the remaining three monks were frightened and rushed out the door with two guys who wanted money rather than their lives.

But at this moment, Tu Long, who was lying outside the door, suddenly stood up and blocked their way.

"Today, none of you can run away!"

…

"It's time to clean up the mess." Outside the church, Uncle Jiu kicked open the tightly closed door and walked in.

As Qin Yao walked, he drew out the God-Beheading Sword behind him. When he turned his wrist, the blade made a loud sound of breaking through the air.

In the prayer room.

The Western priest threw away Father Wu's body, stood in front of the Lord's cross, and looked up at the door.

He could clearly feel that two groups of powerful forces were approaching.

"Sir, let's go." After quickly killing three monks and two civilians, Tulong said to the Western priest.

"Are you afraid of them?" the Western priest asked.

"It's not that we're afraid of them, it's that we can't afford to offend them." Tu Long sighed.

"With the blessing of the ancestors, we can offend the Holy See, so what do they mean by just two people?" The Western priest sneered at this.

Tulong: "..."

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to be Mao Shan's enemy.

Not because he was from Maoshan, but because he knew very well how powerful Maoshan was!

"Slaying the Dragon, I gave you a chance." Uncle Jiu appeared in front of the prayer hall holding a mahogany sword.

"Senior brother, I have no choice." Tu Long said bitterly.

"Master, the villain dies because he talks too much." Qin Yao took out the Demonic Spirit Orb with one hand and summoned the red and white demons.

Uncle Jiu: "..."

I just said one thing!

I'm furious.

Rebel!

"Kill." Qin Yao picked up the divine sword and took the lead in charging.

Two teams of red and white demons followed behind him, rushing toward the podium with billowing yin energy.

Uncle Jiu had no choice but to follow him and leap up, his mahogany sword piercing the sun like a rainbow, he came up from behind and stabbed the Western priest.

"Peng!"

The Western priest slapped the mahogany sword away with a heavy slap, and with his bare hands, he fearlessly struck at the Zhanshendou. As a result, his fist was directly split open by the blade. He was so frightened that he quickly avoided it, and shouted with an inward look: "What kind of weapon is this?"

"Are you blind?!" Qin Yao kept walking and rushed towards the opponent at high speed. His blade was like a sword, slashing at the head of the Western priest in a flash of lightning.

The Western priest really didn't dare to take the sword forcefully. Unfortunately, he didn't even have a weapon nearby, so he could only use his speed to dodge, shouting: "Slay the dragon!"

Tu Long, who had been frozen in place, had no choice but to obey the order and rushed towards Uncle Jiu, his hands like tiger claws, grabbing at Uncle Jiu's throat.

"Snapped."

Uncle Jiu struck his claws with a sword, which made Tu Long subconsciously stop his hand, and raised his leg to kick Uncle Jiu's wrist.

"boom."

Uncle Jiu grabbed Tulong's ankle with one hand, lifted his entire body up in an instant, and slammed him to the ground.

In fact, in the original work, although Tulong was defeated by Uncle Jiu, there was still no problem for both sides to go through thirty or fifty rounds.

But in this world, Qin Yao's flapping butterfly wings caused Uncle Jiu's combat power to skyrocket. Slaying the Dragon was really not enough in front of him!

"Senior brother..." Tu Long struggled fiercely, trying to shake off Uncle Jiu's hand: "Don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

"puff."

Uncle Jiu let go of his ankle, stretched out his hand and touched the mahogany sword. The sword immediately shone with bright golden light, and he took it out, piercing the Dragon Slayer's chest with force...

Pass through the heart!

The bloody light in Tulong's eyes quickly dissipated, and the body that struggled to sit up fell to the ground again.

"Please give me strength, ancestor." After slaying the dragon, the Western priest's pressure doubled. He suddenly raised his hands above his head and fell to his knees with a plop.

The demons rushed towards him, and billowing black smoke suddenly appeared from the ground, as if it were real, and bounced the red and white teams away.

"boom."

Qin Yao struck the black smoke with his sword, as if it were colliding with gold and iron, and the blade brought out a string of golden fireworks.

"What the hell?"

He held the Divine Sword with both hands, and the true energy was continuously poured into the blade. When the blade shone with golden light, he raised the knife and slashed again.

"Uh-huh."

This time he finally cut through the black smoke, causing the black smoke to quickly shrink into the body of the Western priest. Only two strange popping sounds were heard, and a pair of huge black wings suddenly spread out from behind the vampire.

"Transformation?!" Qin Yao shrank back, his body glowing with faint golden light, and he rushed towards the opponent with a series of afterimages.

The sword shines like a rainbow.

At the same time, Uncle Jiu drew out the copper coin sword from his back, stretched out his hand and brushed it over the sword. The dagger instantly shone with bright golden light and shot towards the Western priest's back.

"Whoosh."

After having wings, the Western priest's speed increased greatly. He quickly avoided all attacks while changing positions, and slowly lifted into the air with his wings flapping: "You can't kill me!"

"Fuck you." Qin Yao drew out an arc-shaped sword energy, and the sword energy glowing with golden light struck the Western priest's body, instantly cutting deep cracks.

"Hoo." The Western priest neighed in pain, his eyes quickly darkened, and his body turned into a black light, carrying billowing black smoke, and swooped towards Qin Yao's body.

"Whoosh."

"Peng."

Uncle Jiu controlled the flying sword and shot it from bottom to top, tearing through the black smoke and hitting the center of the priest's chest heavily.

The black smoke dissipated most of the impact of the flying sword and did not injure the vampire, but it successfully stopped him.

Qin Yao jumped up with his sword in hand and fought fiercely with the vampire. The two figures were so fast that only two rays of light, one gold and one black, could be seen in the void.

Uncle Jiu took back the copper coin sword, took out a stack of talismans, pulled out one and inserted it into the copper coin sword, and then made a seal with his hand. The copper coin sword suddenly turned into a golden light, rushed into the sky, and hit the black light with a bang.

The black light suddenly stopped and turned into a vampire figure, with a copper coin sword with talisman stuck in its chest.

"Uh-huh."

Uncle Jiu held the stack of talisman papers with both hands, stretched out his hand, and hundreds of talisman papers immediately flew into the air and rushed towards the vampire.

Looking at the golden talisman flying over, a flash of fear flashed in the vampire's eyes, and he instantly switched to vampire mode, trying to use this mode to become immune to Chinese Taoism.

But to his surprise, those talismans suddenly exploded as they approached him. Flames, ice blades, thunder and lightning, spikes, hurricanes, sword shadows... countless attacks overwhelmed him and exploded in the blink of an eye. His limbs flew everywhere.

Qin Yao's body landed lightly on the ground, his eyes widening as he looked at the explosion in mid-air.

Even though he was the only one in the audience, looking at his dumbfounded look, Uncle Jiu felt happy and said calmly: "I am a talisman cultivator."

Qin Yao: "..."

Depend on.

What I hate most is when someone shows off in front of me.

Neither can Uncle Jiu!

"Master, why do you always draw A when you can open up?"

Uncle Jiu glared at him and scolded: "Talk like a human being."

"I mean, if you have this trick, why didn't you use it earlier, which made me fight for so long."
To be continued...