Otherwise, destroy the evil ghost first.
As long as Xuan Ye is not given a chance to absorb the power of the evil ghost, maybe the fight will not be so difficult.
But wouldn’t this be a warning to others?
Tang Ning pursed her lips.
Things were getting more and more complicated.
Although she wanted to kill Xuan Ye, in fact, she might just die.
Xuan Ye can't be offended, and the evil ghost can't be killed.
It's really uncomfortable.
It's not fair.
My progress in cultivation is so pitiful, and all I can do is to be beaten and beaten in ten seconds.
I feel like laughing and crying at the same time.
Sure enough, it is because he is too weak.
This world is not friendly to monsters at all.
After thousands of years of practice, he still cannot escape the fate of being hung up and beaten.
Without force, it is impossible to move in such a world.
If the client hadn't been gifted and could hide her aura, she would still be dead even if she had a life.
Thinking about the upcoming battle, Tang Ning had a headache.
Alas, he was either dead or disabled, so he could only fight with his back against the wall.
Tang Ning planted the client's body in an inconspicuous place, so that if anything happened to her, the client would still be able to survive.
Tang Ning concealed Jin An's soul while concealing her own traces.
She could only stay in the sun aggrievedly, because Jin An's soul couldn't bask in the sun, and would become thin when exposed to the sun.
She nourished him with demonic power day and night, and returned to before liberation in one fell swoop.
This is true.
Xuan Ye works at three o'clock and one line every day, which is nothing out of the ordinary.
If Jin An's fragile soul hadn't been with her, she wouldn't have believed that this kind-faced and profound monk was actually a hypocritical evil cultivator.
Three days later, in the middle of the night, Xuan Ye suddenly stood up, his eyes so intense that he almost scared Tang Ning to death.
She thought her whereabouts had been discovered and Xuan Ye wanted to silence her.
It turns out not to be.
Xuan Ye looked like he was walking slowly, but his speed was very fast.
In just a few seconds, he disappeared from Tang Ning's eyes.
She chased her desperately while being careful not to expose her whereabouts.
Then, she turned to Jin An.
His soul cast a blinding trick, threw him into the shadows, and went into battle lightly.
Xuan Ye Guangming was placing the relics in the place.
When Tang Ning arrived, the two old monks guarding the relics were sleeping like little pigs.
Tang Ning beat these two old monks hard.
If they don't wake up, will they be worthy of the passing monk?
The two old monks slowly woke up.
"Who?"
Xuan Ye lost his usual kind-hearted look and became gloomy.
After finishing speaking, he rushed in front of the two men.
"Run, go get the reinforcements."
Tang Ning was furious when she saw the two monks dumbfounded, "Hurry up."
"It's you little peach again who dares to ruin my good deeds.
It's not that easy to run away.
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Do you think you can run away?
Amitabha, let me take away your lives."
Xuan Ye smiled sinisterly, and his whole body It is a strong and fierce murderous aura.
Without being baptized by countless bloody storms, there would be no such terrifying murderous aura.
"Abbot, what are you doing?"
After seeing Xuan Ye's face clearly, the two old monks were slightly stunned.
Xuan Ye's face was cold, without any vitality in his body.
He only pulled out the dagger from his waist, and saw a flash of cold light.
He didn't even see how he moved his hand, and the dagger pierced his chest.
He even groaned.
Without humming, he fell to the ground.
The evil spirit emanating from the dagger, unique to the magic weapon, horrified the living old monk.
He took a closer look and realized that the abbot was an evil cultivator.
The old monk turned pale, came to his senses, turned around and ran away.
Xuan Ye pointed a little and threw the dagger.
Tang Ning could not ignore death.
If the two monks died, then either she would escape and take the blame, or she would be killed by Xuan Ye.
There was no third possibility.
The dagger deflected and passed through the old monk's arm.
Looking at Tang Ning, who was not afraid of death, Xuan Ye's dark eyes flashed coldly, his tone became more sinister, and he came to Tang Ning's side in a flash.
Tang Ning was startled and immediately activated her escape technique.
She felt a little dizzy on the spot.
Xuan Ye had a bowl, which was very powerful.
She could now officially experience it.
It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself.
No matter what happens, Tang Ning activates the magic to ignite the trees.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
"You little peach blossom, you have two brushes."
Xuan Ye's voice was extremely cold, and every word was pronounced.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the knife and dropped it.
Tang Ning's blood almost spattered three feet, and his head fell to the ground.
The dagger hit half a meter away from her.
If she hadn't dodged quickly, Just as Tang Ning was about to run away, she was enveloped by a majestic force, "How dare you ruin my good deeds?
This time, you must die."
Xuan Ye was completely confident and didn't care whether his identity was exposed.
Tang Ning could only dig deeper and try to get rid of Xuan Ye's control.
"You can't escape."
Xuan Ye said unhurriedly, falling in Tang Ning's ears like a life-threatening charm.
When he found the dagger, it was less than an inch away from Tang Ning.
Then, before she could make any more moves, the opponent's attack arrived.
She tried her best to avoid it, and her arm was pierced by the dagger.
There was a sharp pain, and the pain was still spreading upwards.
The wound was bleeding profusely and the pain was unbearable.
It was impossible to stop the bleeding with demonic power.
This was Xuan Ye's strength.
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His sword was so strong.
If it were a human, the bleeding would not stop and he would probably die soon after being injured.
The strength of this Xuan Ye is indeed terrifying.
Tang Ning could only choose to be a strong man and cut off his arm proactively.
Although Tao Zhiyaoyao's new arm was a little weak, he could still survive.
If she hadn't known that it could grow, she wouldn't have dared to be so bold and just cut it off.
Tang Ning was lying on the ground, so weak that she could hardly stand up.
She was injured, but there was no time to heal at this time.
What's more, Jin An's soul is still in the temple.
Sneaking back into the temple even though he was injured, Jin An's soul remained unharmed.
Tang Ning's face was a little pale, but her eyes were unyielding.
Xuan Ye is the most powerful enemy she has ever seen, and she has no strength to fight against him.
The temple was shrouded in dark clouds, and the monk who was injured by Xuan Ye could not stop the bleeding no matter what method he used.
The blood kept flowing.
He could only hold on, but not long after, a seriously injured monk died.
His whole body was skin and bones, and his death was so miserable that it was shocking and the atmosphere was very painful.
At this time, the Taoist priests wore casual clothes and entered the temple without caring about the family scandal.
When facing foreign enemies, Buddhism and Taoism do not differentiate between families.
The old Taoist priest sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice mixed with chicken blood to inject some energy, and drew spells on the ground with a thick cinnabar brush.
Under the influence of the talisman, the dying monk struggled violently.
His lips were purple, his eyes were bulging, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.
He vomited mouthfuls of blood.
The old Taoist priest was shocked that the talisman passed down was useless.
This Xuan Ye is indeed the most talented person in thousands of years.
The old Taoist priest could only act as a doctor and draw charms on the injured monk.
These monks were struggling fiercely, and they were clearly on the verge of death.
Not even seven or eight monks could still control themselves.
It was densely covered with spells, and a faint black energy came out of the body, but the speed was frighteningly slow.
Of the ten monks who were injured in the end, only three survived.
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