Tianpeng ignored the two whispering people, raised his eyelids and looked at the grinning Taotie in front of him: "Do you still have to let me do this little thing?"

"In a hurry, I only thought of you, Marshal." Xinhao said respectfully.

"Forget it." Tian Peng stretched out his hand and grabbed the void. The black gas Taotie seemed to have been grabbed by something, and suddenly screamed, with a harsh voice. There was no way for everyone to cover their ears. However, the people led by Marshal Tian Peng were unmoved, and Tian Peng just frowned.

"Noisy thing." As he said that, Tianpeng slapped the void. This seemingly ordinary slap hidden Tianpeng's three-point divine power and two-point pressure power. The black gas Taotie obviously felt the terrible part of this palm. He wanted to avoid it, but there was a force holding its neck so that it could not move at all. He had to take the palm, and then he heard a muffled "bang". The black gas Taotie was dispersed and turned into black gas again. This time the black gas was obviously much thinner than before.

"Okay, the matter is done, remember the incense of fruits and melons." Tianpeng turned coldly and led the troops and the Six Cave Demon Kings away. From beginning to end, the Six Cave Demon Kings stood behind Tianpeng honestly without moving. Even though he felt the breath of Jiulong, he still looked ahead intently. After all, the Marshal Tianpeng in front of him was extremely strict in the law enforcement, and as long as there was any inappropriateness, he would receive severe punishment.

"Disciple remember that after the matter is done, I will definitely add the incense of fruits and melons after the work is done." Xinhao lowered his head and sent away Marshal Tianpeng and the Six Cave Demon King, turned around and stepped on the steps of the cauldron. While walking, he muttered a word in his mouth: "The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of all qi is the root of the catastrophe, and it is the most powerful thing in my magical power. Inside and outside the three realms, the only Taoist supreme..." While reciting, he drew circles of the cauldron. Others could not understand what Xinhao was doing, but just watched him tinker.

The abbot of Kowloon and Zhanghua Temple saw it, one smiled and the other opened his mouth slowly, as if he had seen something impossible.

After Xinhao walked around the tripod nine times, he saw a large golden cover gradually appearing around the tripod, and runes could be seen faintly flashing on it.

The black air on the cauldron was panicked and gathered together to break through the golden cover, but who knew that the cover this time was different from the covers made by the monks before. Even though the black air hit several times, I didn't see the cover slightest shake.

"Huh, it's steady now." Xin Hao checked the sweat on his forehead, sat on the ground, gasping heavily. He used blood to draw talismans to invite Tianpeng and the Six Cave Demon Kings, and then spent his cultivation to draw nine golden lights to condense into golden light shields. To be honest, it was not easy for him to be awake.

"It's not bad. You can apply the Golden Light Curse to this level. And you just drew a talisman with blood. White clothes didn't accept your disciple in vain." Jiulong nodded and said. He didn't expect Xinhao's cultivation to last until now. He originally thought that it would be almost the same to invite Tianpeng and Fengdu soldiers, Ma Xinhao, but Xinhao gave him a big surprise.

"Thank you." Xinhao gritted his teeth and stood up, shook his body and walked to the cauldron, and fell into deep thought. The cauldron was temporarily suppressed. How should he treat those dying people?

While Xinhao was thinking, the abbot came down to Xinhao with the help of two monks, folded his hands together, and sang the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, this little donor, how did you learn this Buddha's light shield."

Xinhao glanced at him and said angrily: "What kind of Buddha light cover? This is called a golden light cover. The Taoist golden light mantra has become such a vulgar thing after being dragged by you. Not to mention this, what kind of thing you made of it? If we come later, you will become a ghost temple."

"What the little donor said is, the little donor is thinking about how to deal with this big tripod." The abbot said timidly. He could see clearly what Xinhao did just now. The people in Fengdu were most disgusted with them, so he didn't dare to anger Xinhao now. If Fengdu soldiers and horses were invited, then none of the monks in this temple would be spared.

"I don't know, how many of you are dead?" Xin Hao shook his head and said.

"It's six. I was injured two times when I was doing it before, and I only had one last breath." The abbot sighed and said, "Is it going to be over for Zhanghua Temple?"

Jiulong looked at Xinhao and the old monk from the side with a mysterious smile on his face. He wanted to see if Xinhao could save the lives of the people in the side hall if he didn't take action.

At this moment, Xin Hao moved, pulled out the Tang sword in his hand, and circulated the true energy in his body. The Tang sword was once again attached with a layer of blood-red evil spirit. The abbot next to him felt that the temperature around him instantly dropped to zero. He looked at Xin Hao again, closed his eyes, raised the Tang sword in his hand, and slowly slashed towards the big tripod.

The Tang sword passed through the golden light shield and slashed the cauldron. The gold and iron intersected, making a buzzing sound, but the cauldron was not damaged at all. Xinhao opened his eyes and put away the knife, and said to himself: "That's probably OK."

Jiulong smiled: "I thought this kid had some skills, but it turned out..." He choked back before he finished speaking, because seeing cracks appearing on the cauldron and quickly extending to the entire cauldron, Xinhao shouted lightly: "Break!" The cauldron instantly split into pieces and turned into a pile of fragments.

The cauldron was broken, and the black gas was naturally forced to leave the cauldron, and hit the golden light shield angrily. Xinhao sneered: "If you dare to hit it again, I will destroy you with one knife."

Sometimes, violence can solve all problems, or people who create problems, Xinhao perfectly explained this. Just as Xinhao's Tang Dao was unsheathed, the black air became timid and immediately shrank into a ball.

Xinhao smiled when he saw this, but Tang Dao did not return to the sheath, but kept unsheathing: "You have collected six people's souls before. I know you haven't digested it yet, so I'll return the things to others."

The black gas did not dare to disobey. After a while, six balls of gas separated from the black gas. Xinhao nodded and took out six small jade bottles from the Qiankun bag. With a wave of his hand, the six balls of gas flew through the golden light shield and entered the six jade bottles respectively.

"Brother Lei, I'll leave it to you for the time being." After saying that, Xinhao turned around and walked towards the side hall with six jade bottles. When he walked to the side hall, he was blocked by the two guards guarding the door with their eyebrows sticks.

"Are you going out of the way yourself, or I'll ask you to go out of the way?" Xin Hao narrowed his eyes and pulled out the Tang sword, and the atmosphere instantly became a little nervous.

"Okay, let this little donor go in." Seeing that the fight was about to start, the old abbot came to clear the siege. Only then did the two monks put away their eyebrows and opened the door of the side hall.

As soon as he entered the side hall, Xinhao felt a strong sense of death. He lowered his head and spread a few straw mats on the ground. Six people were lying on it, each with a gray face, his teeth were clenched, and two were still staring at his eyes. Seeing this scene, Xinhao smacked his lips. If he hadn't slashed Jingzhou Ding and forced out the black air, he really didn't know how to treat it.

After finding the Kuaipu Tuan, he sat down. Xinhao placed six small bottles in front of him and opened the bottles one by one. He first determined which one was the soul of which person. Then he took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and muttered something. Then he saw that the talisman paper was naturally burned into a pile of ashes. Then two phantoms appeared in front of Xinhao. Then the two phantoms moved and put the six souls into their opposite bodies. After doing these, they disappeared.

"Thank you, General of Soul-Chasing General, General of Soul-Closing." Xinhao held Tai Chi in his hand and respected the void. He stood up and walked to the six people, took out six pieces of talisman paper from his arms, and put it on the six people's foreheads. He immediately recited the mantra. These yellow talisman papers turned into white light at the same time, melted into the six people's foreheads.

"Hu." Xin Hao let out a long sigh, then sat on the ground, because he couldn't stand any longer, and this tossing was exhausted.

The abbot pushed the door and entered when he heard the sound. He saw Xinhao sitting on the ground, gasping for breath: "Little donor, it doesn't matter."

"It's okay, just take a break. These people have been rescued, but they will be very weak in the next few days. I will need to take care of them in your temple for a few more days." Xinhao just wants to sleep now, and he has to explain what happened to the old abbot with all his strength.

"Okay, I know everything. Donor, please rest when you are tired. Leave the rest to me." Seeing that Xinhao had his eyelids on his upper eyelids, the old abbot didn't say anything more, and quickly asked someone to come in and carry Xinhao to rest.

But at this time, a black shadow stood in front of Xinhao and looked at him coldly: "Since you have finished your business, we have to calculate our accounts." He raised his hand and slapped Xinhao's Tianling Gallery.

"Jiulong, my white-clothed disciple, dare you to move?"
Chapter completed!