The evil villain: kidnapped the righteous saint at the beginning

Yin Qi surged out, and a ghost of ten feet tall appeared from the underworld.

Mo Zixuan bowed and said a few words, and the big ghost's scarlet eyes looked at Mo Xie.

"Huh!"

A mouthful of dark white Yin Qi spit out from his mouth, "Is it this person?"

The strange and ethereal ghost sound echoed in the night, making people creepy and giving goose bumps.

Mo Zixuan nodded and said, "Please lend me a hand."

The big ghost nodded and said, "You summoned me with your life, and I will kill this person for you."

Mo Zixuan bowed and slowly stepped aside.

Wang Da said in a horrified tone, "This is a big ghost from the underworld, and we mortals can't fight against it..."

He drew his sword and slashed at the big ghost, and said resolutely, "Master, run away, I'll hold him back!"

"Heh..." The big ghost sneered, spit out a black gas, and slapped it out with one palm.

"Ah!" Wang Da covered his eyes and screamed and flew backwards.

Moye put away the soul-calling bell, flew forward, and held Wang Da's back with her palm to relieve him of the force.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Da vomited blood foam, "... Young Master, you, run away quickly."

Mo Xie shook his head, "I can't run away..."

He sighed and gently put Wang Da on the ground, "And I didn't think of running away."

He stood up and summoned the magic sword, "I will kill it, you wait."

Wang Da's mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were distracted and he said, "... Young Master... Run away quickly..."

The big ghost sneered, "What an ignorant mortal, wait until I absorb your yang energy, and then throw your soul into the oil pan and fry it!"

Mo Xie's magic sword slashed and turned into a peach wood magic sword, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability!"

After speaking, he flew up with the sword, "Nine Swords of Killing!"

Unlike the mysterious skills such as sweeping across the wilderness, which require mysterious energy to operate, the Nine Swords of Killing as a sword move can be performed without mysterious energy.

The peach wood sword in Mo Xie's hand was like a black lightning dragon, carrying a killing sword energy that a peach wood sword should not have, and rushed towards the big ghost without hesitation.

"Roar!"

The big ghost roared and rushed towards Mo Xie.

Its ghost body was tall, but its speed was not slow at all.

Mo Xie's lightning-fast sword didn't touch it at all.

Instead, it slapped the sword body with its palm, which made his tiger mouth numb, and the peach wood sword almost slipped out of his hand.

However, despite this, Mo Xie still used the sword moves, and moved forward without hesitation as if he didn't care about life and death.

——The nine swords of killing are about living towards death, advancing without retreat!

"The ninth sword!"

The first eight sword moves have been condensed to the extreme at this moment. The peach wood sword pierces down like a long rainbow, and cuts the big ghost's chest accurately and fiercely.

Swish!

With a frying sound, a puff of white smoke came out of its chest, and a stream of dark green blood splashed out, hitting the ground with a sizzling sound like sulfuric acid.

"It's just a broken skin?"

Mo Xie felt helpless, "In this world, relying on martial arts, can't we really deal with such ghosts?"

He inexplicably thought of a movie character - Zuo Qianhu.

Zuo Qianhu's martial arts have reached the pinnacle, but relying on his mortal body, he is still no match for the evil ghost.

"Damn mortal, dare to hurt my ghost body, I will tear you alive!"

The big ghost covered his chest and cried out in pain, completely falling into a rage.

"Sizzle!"

A mouthful of black mist spurted out of its mouth.

Mo Xie's reaction was also quick, and he turned over and narrowly avoided the black mist.

"What a terrifying ghost energy!"

He staggered, and although he was not hit by the black mist, he felt dizzy and swollen.

At this moment, the ghost disappeared out of thin air.

"Not good!"

A chilling murderous intent attacked from behind, and Mo Xie swung his sword to counterattack without thinking.

The peach wood sword barely blocked the ghost claws that were grabbing his back.

The ghost waved his hand and slapped the sword hard, and the peach wood sword flew out of Mo Xie's hand.

The ghost slapped again, and Mo Xie crossed his arms across his chest to block it.

"Puff!" He spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

"Master!" Wang Da exclaimed, distracted, and his arm was torn by a corpse ghost.

Mo Xie stepped back a few steps on the ground, barely stopped, and shouted: "It's just a superficial wound, it doesn't matter! Focus on the enemy, don't worry about me!"

The big ghost's fierce voice was like thunder, "What a superficial wound! Then I will tear you to pieces, see how you can still be stubborn!"

"It seems that it is not enough to rely on physical martial arts to deal with such ghosts, you must rely on magic weapons..."

Mo Xie's mind was racing, and a smile appeared at the corner of his bleeding mouth, "Fortunately, I still have a top magic weapon in this world."

Soul-calling bell!

——Perhaps because the level is too low, this thing is not suppressed by the laws of heaven in this world.

Therefore, the soul-calling bell can be said to be the top in this world, or even beyondThe most powerful magic weapon in this world!

At this moment,

The soul-calling bell quietly rested in Moye's mind, being nurtured and infused by his soul power.

"Go!"

He waved two fingers, and the copper bell flew out from between his eyebrows and shot at the big ghost rushing over.

Moye put his hands together and shouted: "Soul-calming!"

The soul-calling bell had accumulated the power of half an incense stick, and suddenly the soul light was greatly boosted, and a bell sound pierced through the dark night.

"What, what is this...ah!"

The big ghost was enveloped by the soul light, and felt that the ghost body was boiling like a frying pan, and it screamed in pain.

And the crisp and reverberating bell sound made its ghost wisdom mostly dispersed, just like a Taoist amulet was pasted on it, and it was suppressed in place and unable to move.

It said viciously: "Boy, even if you suppress me with this thing, it's just a dream to kill me with your Taoism!"

"When I get out of this predicament, I will skin you alive!"

How can it not see that,

Although this man has great martial arts, he is just a mortal!

He doesn't have the Taoism of those stinky Taoist priests at all.

Mo Xie ignored it and calculated in his mind,

"This soul-summoning bell needs the power of the soul to be nurtured. The longer it is nurtured, the more powerful it will be."

"I have nurtured it for half an incense stick, but it seems that it is still short of a fire."

He remembered the words of the old devil - 'The young master's yang blood, even if the real ghost clan master sees it, he will be afraid of it! '

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were fierce, "That's it!"

After speaking,

Mo Xie actually waved his palm and hit his chest hard.

"Hmm..."

With a muffled groan, his face turned pale, and a line of blood from his heart flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

If you look closely, you will find that this blood has a faint golden glow - the golden blood of the demon god has also been preserved, but because the plane is too high, it has been diluted countless times.

Mo Xie wiped the corner of his mouth with two fingers of his left hand, and with a wave of his right hand, the peach wood sword fell into his hand.

Draw the blood from his heart on the peach wood sword.

"Fly the sword..."

He threw the peach wood sword into the air, waved two fingers, and poured the remaining soul power into it.

"Cut!"

He uttered a word in a grim tone.

Whoosh!

The peach wood sword stained with a trace of Mo Xie's blood turned into a sword light and stabbed the big ghost.

"No..." The big ghost finally became terrified, and his body twisted wildly - it felt the danger of death from this sword!

But it was suppressed by the soul-calling bell, and had no power to resist at all. It could only watch the peach wood sword shoot towards it.

Swish!

The blood-stained peach wood sword deeply penetrated the chest of the big ghost, leaving only the hilt outside.

"Ku ... "Could it be that this soul bell absorbs ghosts to become stronger?"

With this unexpected surprise, the weak Mo Xie forced out a smile.

Swish!

In just a few breaths, the corpse of the big ghost on the ground turned into a pool of thick foamy liquid, emitting a disgusting stench.

Mo Xie frowned, fanned his nose with his hands, and walked a few steps away.

Looking at Mo Zixuan again, he saw that he had already fled hundreds of meters away.

What a pity...

Mo Xie was so weak now that she could no longer catch up with that guy.

But Moye was not panicked at all, "Xiong Er... ah no, Wang Er, I hope you won't let me down..."

He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to regulate his breathing, "Xiao Qian, protect me!"

Xiao Qian bowed and said, "Okay, sir."

After a while,

a smug laugh came, "Master, Master, I have fulfilled your mission!"

Moye raised the corner of her mouth and opened her eyes.

She saw Wang Er, who was injured, holding a human head in his hand, running back with great pride.

He threw the head to the ground and said, "I completely obeyed your instructions, cut off his head and cut open his stomach, he can't be deader!"

"That guy is really hard to kill. He was so injured but still... cough cough, it's my fault for not being careful, otherwise he would not be injured."

"Help me up." Moye looked at Wang Er's silly smile and grinned.

"Yes!" Xiao Qian helped Moye up.

Moye walked towards Wang Er and patted his shoulder, "You've done a good job. I won't treat you unfairly."

Wang Da was hit by the big ghost and hadIt was powerless to save the situation... so Moye could only repay him with this.

Wang Er touched the back of his head and smiled innocently, "Oh, by the way, where is my brother?"

Moye's face darkened, and she was about to say something, "Your brother..."

Just then,

Wang Er suddenly covered his neck with both hands, his eyes bulged, and his mouth opened to the extreme, "Ah ah..."

Moye's face changed, "Wang Er, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Er covered his neck and said with difficulty: "Master, I, I'm not going to be able to... Take good care of my brother."

Swish!

A mouthful of black air spurted out of his mouth.

Plop!

Wang Er fell to the ground, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes, and black blood flowed from his seven orifices.

At the scene,

there was only one person and one ghost left.

The pale moonlight fell sadly, and the leisurely night wind blew slowly.

Moye grinned silently, "They are all dead..."

He couldn't help but tighten his clothes, and felt the cold night wind for the first time.

At this moment,

A surprised female voice came, "A ghost from the underworld was killed?! I wonder which master did it?"

Mo Xie looked up.

Under the moonlight,

a beautiful woman in a Taoist robe fell on the treetop...

...

PS. Happy Children's Day!

Don't say it's not Children's Day, as long as you still have innocence in your heart, you are all children~

It's the beginning of another month, I'm asking for a wave of gifts to top the list, Lao Yun thanks you~

Good night everyone~