I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Looking at the magical power of sealing the four directions and leaving the murderer nowhere to escape, Xu An couldn't help but admire the old monk.

And at the moment when the big bowl was completely closed, two figures suddenly rushed out from the collapsed building.

Jiang Hanye's entire body was surrounded by a layer of rosy light, and countless characters on it shone brightly, as if they were engraved in an ancient heavenly book.

With the protection of the Shangqing secret technique, he threw dozens of punches in a short period of time. Each punch carried a terrifying force that could shatter mountains, cut off rivers, and sink the ground.

Dozens of storm arcs that seemed as real as substance exploded one after another under his fist.

Opposite him, there was a figure who had been watched by Xu An and others for a whole day. He knew that something was wrong, but he not only did not retreat, but also had magical power flowing all over his body, as if there were chains of the great way floating around him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Jiang Hanye's vigorous attack. As he swayed and moved, his palms accurately blocked all the attacking forces.

And at the moment when the two people were in a stalemate, a huge bowl of magic power appeared in the sky.

There was no joy on Master Leduan's expressionless face.

The moment he took a step forward, the tattered clothes on his body slowly shed their earthly appearance and transformed into a brocade blue cassock that was as red as blood and shone with golden light.

The crutch that looked like a broken piece of wood and that he had been holding and swinging everywhere, in the intricate and infinite light, revealed a divine appearance that seemed to be made of divine gold.

Boom!

Leduan joined the battle. His robe fluttered as if it could cut through the void, and his staff swung as if it could knock open the heaven and earth.

Continuous waves of terror emanated from the fight between the three men.

The countless firefighters and mortals watching the excitement were stunned by the scene that seemed like a battle between gods.

Under the light of the sea of ​​fire, they couldn't go away or continue.

"Don't be in a daze, put out the fire quickly, and then evacuate to a safe place in an orderly manner!"

Xu An turned around, looked at these guys, and finally spoke, his voice echoing in the long street.

Perhaps it was rebellion, as some people in the crowd immediately refused to accept it and asked:

"Who are you? Why should we listen to you?"

Xu An looked at this guy who seemed like a fool, and knew that it was useless to reason with him at this time.

He took a step forward, and at the moment when the magic power in his body surged, five wild ghosts like iron towers suddenly appeared on the long street.

Five ghosts appeared, with green faces and fangs, like iron towers, emitting a terrifying pressure that made mortals tremble with fear.

With his eyes fixed, Xu An said without any nonsense:

"Just because I'm a priest of the underworld, and your prefect from the mortal world is also here, if anyone dares to disobey my orders and cause chaos, I will kill you right now, take your soul back to the underworld, and send it to the eighteen levels of purgatory!"

The sound was like a loud bell, exploding in the night sky.

The moment Xu An's innate great perfection was revealed, a very cold and biting wind suddenly blew up on the long street, as if the winter chill had fallen from the sky, making people shiver and their hair stand on end.

Immediately afterwards, a child screamed and cried out in fear!

Around them, countless ordinary people in Yangzhou began to move as if they had just woken up from a dream, some putting out the fire, some retreating.

Several other disciples of the Shangqing Sect, officials from the Yangzhou government office, the land god, and even a group of grass-headed gods were all slightly stunned when they saw this extremely organized and planned scene of immediate obedience to orders.

Soon after, the fire was put out and the long street was completely soaked.

Jiang Hanye and Zen Master Liaoran joined forces to beat this guy who not only refused to run away but also dared to provoke them. After he retreated step by step, they finally knocked him to the ground.

Under the Zen stick, he broke the strong arms, raised them up repeatedly, and then dropped them again, hitting the opponent's head until it was covered with bruises.

After beating him until his face was covered in blood, Jiang Hanye cursed:

"You're the one who made me chase him across several states, you bastard? Run away, why don't you just run away? Damn it, search him for all the valuables. He has to pay for everything he broke!"

Later, other cultivators from the Shangqing Sect and the Yangzhou prefect also came over.

The two sides had a dispute over the ownership of the prisoner.

The Shangqing Sect felt that since he was a remnant of the Lishan Sword Sect and had committed so many murders, they should of course take him back for a thorough investigation.

But Zhang Xian didn't think so. He felt that the incident happened in Yangzhou and the criminal was arrested in his jurisdiction, so he must be kept in Yangzhou for trial.

The Shangqing faction also felt that Jiang Hanye was the main force in capturing the person, so the person should naturally belong to them.

Zhang Xian believed that Master Liaoduan and Xu An also contributed a lot, so how could it be said that it was Jiang Hanye's credit?

"So, Mr. Xu, what do you think?"

After arguing for a while, they all turned their heads and looked at Xu An, who was silent and thinking.

As for why I think...

Just now, Xu An saw clearly:

[Mission failed: Sixteen people were detected to have minor injuries.]

This was the first time since he obtained the system that he had encountered a task that was completed but was judged as a failure because it did not meet the described conditions.

He hated the more than 10,000 days of life he had gained.

Snap, gone!

"Xu Xiaoyou, they are all watching."

Next to him, Zen Master Leduan gave a timely reminder.

"It's almost dawn, you're not in a rush, are you?"

Looking at this guy with blood all over his face, like a beaten dog, Xu An narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

But he was not sure where the root of the problem lay.

From a logical point of view, if this guy had discovered them long ago, why didn't he run away but chose to confront them head-on here?

You can't be tired of living, right?

Xu An was not sure, but he would definitely not agree to let the Shangqing Sect take the person away like that.

Seeing that Brother Xu did not agree, Jiang Hanye hesitated for a moment, then took a step back and chose to lock the man up in Yangzhou Prefecture first.

At the moment he was brought back, the guy with blood all over his face suddenly snorted and laughed, saying:

"Do you think you've won? It won't be long before all of you come begging me!"

"I beg your mother's head!"

Jiang Hanye was standing next to him. Seeing that he didn't pretend to be dead and dared to talk nonsense, he went up and punched him, knocking him unconscious.

After tossing and turning all night, Xu An watched the sky turn pale and then climbed over to the roof of Yangzhou Prefecture.

Facing the rising sun and the purple air, Xu An quietly activated his magic power and began to guide the purple air into his body in order to break through.

The mind moves slightly, and the aroma of incense floats around the body.

The color of Xu An's entire body changed rapidly, turning into an ice blue in the blink of an eye.

This force, which was like frosty air, gradually spread into the void, and with the fluctuation of his magic power, the clouds rolled and dispersed.

Until a certain moment, in this power that seemed like ice-blue cold fog and the light of dawn, a wisp of purple air was quietly condensed and drawn out, and then was taken into Xu An's body!

A wisp of purple thought arises, and thousands of purple auras appear.

Between heaven and earth, an endless stream of purple light rapidly bloomed in an attitude that seemed to penetrate the point and break through the surface.

In just a dozen breaths, the sun had just revealed half of its body, and the purple energy condensed around Xu An had become like a cloud tide, constantly surging and pouring into his body.