The night, the moonlight, the fog, the chaotic colors, the strange and strange demon shadows, standing in the half-dark and half-light place at the door, seemed to have an indescribably terrifying, whimpering cry, echoing in the brightly lit hall, as if telling some of the saddest stories in the world.

"Bold demon!" Looking at the black demon shadow at the door, Zhenwei Dao Chang shouted loudly, "Wanton disaster in the world, it should be killed!"

The crying sound that echoed in the hall suddenly turned into a silver bell chuckling, and then, when the black demon shadow raised his hand, he grabbed the vermilion mahogany sword that stabbed in front of him: "The stinky Taoist priest of the Laoshan faction, it turns out that you only have this ability?"

"Demons are rampant, looking for death!" Zhenwei Dao Chang's heart suddenly suddenly, and he immediately hurriedly urged the mana, and the vermilion mahogany sword in his hand suddenly flourished with red light, and a sword power flew out, shooting in front of the black demon shadow, only to hear a loud bang, and the black demon shadow exploded violently in a miserable scream, turning into a cloud of white mist and drifting away.

"Hahahaha" Seeing this, the true micro Taoist couldn't help laughing, and he said happily: "Damn demon, make you arrogant, now you know that this Taoist chief is powerful!"

"Hahahaha" At this time, Jiang Chen, who had been sitting on the chair watching the Zhenwei Demon Descending, couldn't help laughing, and he also said happily: "Interesting, really interesting!"

Zhenwei Dao Chang frowned, and asked, "What are you laughing at, what is funny?!"

"Of course I'm laughing at you!" Jiang Chen's face was full of teasing smiles, and when he spoke, he was clearly a little joking: "You're so funny, looking at your happy appearance, you won't think that monster has been subdued, right?"

Hearing this, Daoist Zhenwei panicked, but he still forced himself to calm down and said, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not. Jiang Chen said with a smile: "What you just broke up is just a phantom conjured up by that monster, people are teasing you, you are still serious, hahahaha"

"You" Zhenwei Dao Chang's face turned red: "You are talking nonsense, I have obviously subdued that monster, and it has been beaten to the point by me." ”

"Really?" Jiang Chen chuckled, he pointed to a corner of the hall, and asked with a smile, "Then what is she?

Zhenwei Dao Chang subconsciously turned his eyes to look, only to see a burst of demonic qi fluctuations in the corner of the wall, followed by a white-clothed figure, which was a beautiful woman who was as old as ten years old, but on this woman's body, the demonic qi fluctuations that couldn't stop emanating clearly showed her identity:

Goblin!

"Impossible, impossible!" Seeing this, Zhenwei Dao Chang couldn't help but let out a sound in his mouth, he turned his head and shouted at Jiang Chen: "It's you, it's you, it must be you who have used some unsightly means!" As he spoke, he suddenly raised the vermilion mahogany sword in his hand, and he actually wanted to make a move on Jiang Chen.

But what kind of character Jiang Chen was, seeing the movements of the True Wei Daoist, he immediately sneered, and shouted loudly: "Where is the Ghost King?!"

Hearing this, Daoist Zhenwei was taken aback, knowing that Jiang Chen was summoning helpers, the whole person suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly looked around, only to see a puff of black smoke suddenly rising behind Jiang Chen, and then a figure of a woman in red with a delicate face quietly appeared beside Jiang Chen.

"I've seen Childe!" Slightly blessed, he opened his mouth respectfully, and the temperature of the entire hall was dropping sharply at a terrifying rate.

"Ahh

The Maoshan faction is the inheritance of the Shangqing lineage of the Daomen, and has always liked to deal with demons and monsters, and when it comes to power, it is much stronger than their Laoshan faction, and many disciples of the Maoshan faction like to raise ghosts, and the general fierce ghosts are enough to match many cultivators who cultivate for the general, and the ghost generals and ghost kings on the top are increasing layer by layer, and their power is growing.

Facing the trembling voice of the Daoist Zhenwei Daoist, Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and responded coldly: "Don't you think, you are asking too much?"

Zhenwei Dao Chang couldn't help but change his face again, and a cowardice suddenly sprouted in his heart, with his current cultivation, it was okay to deal with an ordinary fierce ghost, but if he met the level of a ghost general, he would not be able to bear it, and Jiang Chen just shouted that he was a ghost king? A ghost king, let alone him, even if his master came, I'm afraid he would have to kneel, right? What's more, there is not only one red-clothed ghost king in front of him, but also Jiang Chen, who has cultivated to the depths of the depths, is eyeing him?

The ancestral treasure of the Xiao family is good, but it also depends on whether he has the life to take it? After a few hesitations in his heart, he finally put his mind down, gritted his teeth violently, and said in a tone with a bit of a strong man's broken wrist: "Since Your Excellency is a master of the Maoshan faction, I should retreat and leave!"

"Walk slowly, don't send. Jiang Chen's words were still indifferent, indifferently watching the Zhenwei Daoist leave, from beginning to end, there was no intention of ordering the ghost king Dong Xiaoyu to make a move, first, he and Zhenwei met each other, no hatred and no resentment, although the other party had been rude to him, and now he was also shocked by his own face, and he really couldn't commit a ruthless killer; second, with the difference in the strength of the two people, he really had no interest in killing a person who was much weaker than himself; third, and most importantly, that is, this Zhenwei Daoist had no bad karma, that is, this person had never done anything bad except for being a little arrogant and conceited, and even, that faintly flashed luck, which means that this person is still a good person.

Killing a good person, I'm sorry, Jiang Chen really can't do it, so he generously forgave the other party's previous rudeness and let him leave safely.

It's just that Jiang Chen's self-righteous approach is full of resentment in the eyes of the True Micro Daoist, but Jiang Chen is not the only one he is angry about, after all, his skills are not as good as others, and he has nothing to say, what he is angry about is the Laoshan faction where he belongs, those real masters are in retreat and cultivation every day, and rarely pay attention to secular affairs, even if the outer disciples are bullied, they rarely ask for help.

Although, as a disciple of the Laoshan faction, few people dared to offend them by relying on the deterrence of the sect behind them, but now that they met the masters of the Maoshan faction, the situation was very different.

The same is the inheritance of Taoism, the Maoshan faction and the Laoshan faction are completely different, the Maoshan faction pays attention to walking in the world, subduing demons and subduing demons, doing the way for the sky, and supporting the world, so there are often many Maoshan faction masters in the world, and if they meet one, they are not able to provoke them.

It's like the one he has met now, who can afford to raise a ghost king, how can he be an ordinary person? Even, in his opinion, although Jiang Chen looks young, he is already an old immortal who has practiced for tens or hundreds of years, and it is not uncommon for him to rejuvenate himself if he has cultivated to a high and profound realm.

"Unlucky, really unlucky!" couldn't help but scold secretly in his heart, but the real micro Taoist didn't dare to stay to verify whether Jiang Chen was really old and immortal, and even, he didn't dare to say goodbye to Mrs. Xiao, so he took advantage of the night, climbed over the courtyard wall from a remote corner, and left directly.

Well, in fact, Zhenwei's guess is not biased, Jiang Chen is indeed almost 100 years old now, and he is called old and immortal, but he is barely qualified.

Jiang Chen didn't use the mind-reading spell, so he naturally didn't know Zhenwei's thoughts, but his divine sense sensed that he had left, so he turned his head, looked at the white-clothed banshee in the corner of the hall, and said with a somewhat indifferent smile: "Irrelevant people have left, now, can we talk about business" (to be continued.) )