"Listen to the people inside, your affairs have been made! Accept it quickly, I will spare you all the time!"

Accompanied by this majestic shout, Tang Shuye kicked open the gate of a house, and he swung his bangs as if he was handsome.

Dingling, Dinglingling—

The movement of shook his hair led to the silver bells tying the sideburns.

Amid the ringtones that were covered up by the loud shouts and were not noticed, several faint ghosts slid silently from behind Tang Shuye, and sneaked into the house in the courtyard along the darkest corner of the wall.

The house was silent, as if there was no one in the world.

Tang Shuye was not anxious at all. He leaned against the door of the house that was kicked down with his arm, as if he was a passerby who was not interested in watching the fun.

Scream-

The main entrance of the main hall, which had been closed in the house, was finally opened from the inside.

Even in this dark night environment, a man in black robe who was wrapped tightly and only had a pair of eyes exposed walked out.

"Who are you? How did you find this?"

The man in black robe asked.

"Oh, this is a long story. Why don't you tie yourself up first and I'll talk to you slowly? Look, I've prepared the rope for you. Look, you're here from Yingzhou to cross the sea, right? Come on, Yingzhou tortoise shell tied up, I'll just watch and learn."

Tang Shuye took out a large plate of rope from somewhere, and threw it hard not far from the man in black robe.

"You... know too much."

The man in black robe shook his eyes and pulled out a two-handed single-edged sword from behind with his back.

"Actually, I hate fighting and killing the most. Isn't it good to sit down and talk about it slowly if you have something to do?"

Tang Shuye sighed again, then swung his bangs slanted.

Dingling--

The silver bell with hair tied up made a pleasant ringtone again.

Four ghost shadows suddenly flew out of the darkness and rushed towards the man in black from different directions!

"The God's Sacrifice is flowing!"

The man in black robe holding a knife in his hand shouted softly.

The arc-shaped light shone, and the four ghost shadows were separated from their bodies and heads, and none of them were spared!

"Thousand, ghost, kill—"

The man in black robe held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and withdrew his right foot slightly to stare at Tang Shuye. As he whispered word by word, the four headless ghosts dissipated.

"I finally raised a ghost..." Tang Shuye looked sore. Fortunately, his emotions were adjusted very quickly, and he quickly shook his head and asked calmly: "Hey, I'll ask you something. You Yingzhou people are yelling at the hands of the fight. Wouldn't you really feel ashamed and stupid?"

A red-clothed ghost with sharp teeth and sharp claws made an annoying scream and broke out from the ground under the black-robed man, and his sharp claws went straight to the lower three routes of the black-robed man.

Behind the man in black robe, another evil ghost in red appeared silently, opened his mouth wide and made a breathing move, sucking the man in black robe's clothes roared.

The man in black robe who was holding the Yin-Yang sword swung his sword and inserted it, and shouted softly again: "Shock the ground!"

The evil ghost in red who was sneaking into the shadow of Tang Shuye screamed and escaped from the ground.

The man in black robe drew his sword and turned to look at the red-clothed ghost who was sucking the soul behind him. The evil ghost in red robe did not wait for the man in black robe to wave his sword toward him, and then his figure flashed into the darkness and didn't know where he had escaped.

"What other Shikigami do you have?"

The man in black robe carried the sword on his shoulders and looked at Tang Shuye's gaze, full of contempt.

"I really hate it. You warriors with blood and stable souls are simply the natural nemesis of ghost cultivators..."

Tang Shuye raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows with great headache.

"Idiot, who told you-" The man in black robe changed his movements and pointed the tip of his sword at Tang Shuye: "I am a warrior?"

"What are you not a warrior?"

Tang Shuye asked in surprise, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain under his feet!

When Tang Shuye lowered his head, he saw more than a dozen red-eyed mice with festering bodies gathered under his feet. He quickly pulled the silver bell on his temples, and a gray ghost jumped out of his shadow, easily twisting off the red-eyed mice's heads.

A group of mosquitoes with sharp mouthparts took this opportunity to fall to the back of Tang Shuye's neck, sucking blood while injecting toxins.

Tang Shuye screamed strangely, shook his body back and forth several times, and then fell to the ground.

"I even honor the Holy Spirit God of the Great Heavenly God... one of the most loyal servants... the first of the twelve priests before God... the little priest under the Black Priest - Ren Sheng Quanjian."

The man in black robe proudly raised his head slightly and reported his identity, and then changed his sword-holding posture to the earth beside him with a slanted finger.

"Great for the people of Yanguo, your soul will become a nourishment for making our Lord greater, and your body will become a breeding ground for nurturing rats and worms..."

The black-robed priest walked forward slowly, crossing the rope that Tang Shuye threw, and heading towards Tang Shuye who couldn't get up.

Suddenly, the black-robed priest felt something and grabbed his ankle.

"Catch you."

Tang Shuye's voice sounded at the feet of the black-robed priest.

What rope is there on the ground?

It was clearly Uncle Tang Ye Benye who was lying there!

The black-robed priest quickly swung his sword and slashed it down, and at the same time he wanted to call out the name of the move.

"Rabbit kicks the eagle!"

Tang Shuye, who was lying on the ground, took the sword and was the first to shout out the name of the move. At the same time, his powerful and powerful golden right foot also had a negative contact with the words between the legs of the black-robed priest Ren Sheng Quanjian!

The evil ghost in red clothes who had escaped before, who had escaped and escaped, smiled and rushed into the black-robed priest's body with a strange smile!

Bang!!!

Single-blade sword had a close contact with Tang Shuye's forehead and a row of sparks came out!

Tang Shuye's forehead was not even broken.

At the same time, the black-robed priest who was hit was severely injured and wanted to scream because his lower body was severely damaged. However, before the scream could break through his throat, his expression had turned into a crooked smile on his lips.

"I can do it if I report the move."

Tang Shuye stroked the chopped hairstyle and slowly retracted the golden right foot with a spring blade installed on the sole of the boot.

puff--

The Tang Shuye who fell at the gate of the yard turned into a piece of log.

Ying Ning, who was smiling gracefully, sat on the log side and swayed back and forth rhythmically.

"Three Master, are you stupid? I have told you that he is full of poison and will die if you touch it. Why do you still want to grab his ankle?"

Yingning asked, seemingly curious.

"Sister Yingning, if I die...will you be sad for me?"

Uncle Tang staggered up from the ground. He raised his right hand and took a look. His right hand was already festering.

"Hehe...of course not, we are not familiar with each other."

Yingning replied without thinking.

"Hey, can't you coax me?" Tang Shuye turned his head to look at Yingning with a sad expression. His body was ulcerated and spreading very quickly. As he spoke, his face turned very pale, and his breathing became obviously painful: "Ying, Yingning... Look, I am really, really dead."

"Really?"

Ying Ning tilted her head, still smiling.

"real!"

Tang Shuye nodded vigorously, his lips turned blue and black, and at the same time he strangled his throat with his intact left hand. His body shook back and forth, as if his brain was deficient in oxygen.

"Oh, the third young master, you are so pitiful." Ying Ning also shook her body back and forth, but not because of sadness, but was happy and swaying back and forth: "Puff... Three young master, your illusion is really bad, puff, hahaha..."

Tang Shuye's expression frozen instantly.

After a while, Tang Shuye touched his nose with his right hand in disappointment. His right hand was safe and sound, and there was no trace of festering?

Of course, Tang Shuye would not have any trouble, after all, he cultivated the immortal body of zombies.

Although the entry was slow, Tang Shuye, who practiced this skill, was now invincible with his skin, swords and guns, and was invincible with water and fire, and was isolated from the inside and outside, and was immortal!

Unless Tang Shuye takes the initiative to remove the defense, almost no one can break his zombie body!

If it weren't for this, how could Tang Shuye's master Wu Youling hit this guy with a big move like moonlight strike in a disagreement?

In fact, before, when Tang Shuye was wearing a belly, he took the initiative to let go of the skin. Otherwise, the surgeon Hua Yuanhua would have cut the surgical sword made of black iron to make his hands cramp, so he would not have thought of cutting off a hair of his hair!

The same is true now. Tang Shuye isolated the exchange of internal and external qi and locked up his skin. Where did the black robe priest Ren Sheng Quanjian have any threat?

In fact, the one who really threatened Tang Shuye was not the sneaky black-robed priest Ren Sheng Quanjian, but the strange statue of the plague god in this house.

Tang Shuye didn't even dare to get too close to this house, and had to try his best to lure the black-robed priest out.

I originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to deceive Yingning's feelings, but I didn't expect that someone could see through his illusion, so it was... embarrassing.

In order to relieve the embarrassment, Tang Shuye reached out to snatch the single-edged sword held by the black-robed priest Rensheng Quanjian, and shouted: "The secret of the Tang family's sword technique - water dicing the head!"
To be continued...