Looking closely, sure enough, the old Taoist priest was standing at the door, seemingly waiting for her, while several middle-aged Taoist priests, all injured, opened the door in a panic.

The little junior sister pressed her feet again, and just like flying forward before, she flew back again and returned to the fox.

The beautiful Taoist priest and the huge white fox stand together, like gods.

Suddenly, both the junior sister and the fox heard a buzzing sound.

The buzzing sound was not noticeable at first, but suddenly it became loud.

"Mountain God Protects the Body!"

Several middle-aged Taoists shouted, and they all turned into stone sculptures.

The old Taoist pointed at them:

"go!"

The next moment, hundreds of gold and silver insects suddenly rushed out of the hut, flying towards the junior sister like a torrent.

The fox's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to spit.

"boom!"

The golden sun spirit fire surged out, and it was also a torrent, colliding with the group of insects.

But this group of insects didn't seem to be afraid of fire. Even the spiritual fire breathed out by the fox only burned less than half of them to death. Some still rushed out, and some came around from the side.

There are hundreds of zerg, but only one flame.

Insects can fly from all directions, but the flames can only spit in one direction, so they are inevitably not as flexible as them.

At this moment, the little junior sister took out a bell from her arms and held it in her hand.

"Fuyao! Cover your ears!"

"Woo?"

The fox was stunned for a moment, how could it cover itself?

But the bell was already shaking.

"Ding ding ding..."

A crisp sound came out.

There seemed to be invisible sound waves swaying, and the insects landed one after another!

How to see this sound wave? Just watch the zerg fall!

One thing drops another. Although these insects are ferocious and not afraid of water and fire, in terms of spirit, they are not as good as ordinary people. When the bell is shaken like this, they all fall down naturally.

Even the golden flame stopped.

In an instant, the air became quiet.

"Fuyao, you go and help fellow Taoist Wan, while I go and take the life of the old Taoist priest who made the elixir!"

"..."

The fox shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

Fortunately, he heard her words clearly and turned around to leave.

The younger junior sister did not hesitate and flew forward again.

The old Taoist hurriedly shouted:

"Mountain God Protects the Body!"

Four middle-aged Taoists, one old Taoist, and five stone sculptures in front of the door.

The junior sister put away her long sword.

…

In the backyard, warriors were killing people.

These Taoists, regardless of their swordsmanship or spells, could only turn into dead souls under his sword in front of his superb "Tao of Heavy Carriage".

It's like being in a deserted place.

Except for those who looked to be in their teens, who didn't hold a sword, had only fright on their faces, and only knew how to hide and not come forward to fight him, he showed no mercy to anyone else.

Few people can go three or two rounds with him.

More are just one cut at a time.

Even one sword is too many. Sometimes, the sword energy is everywhere, and one sword is enough.

If you can't block it, cutting it with a long knife will be like cutting through tofu. If you block it with a sword, it will be cut off with the sword!

And he is by no means simply powerful, his body skills are also superb. Even if the martial arts of these middle-aged Taoist priests can barely be called a master in the world, they can't hurt him at all.

The sound of chopping gradually stopped, and all the middle-aged Taoists were killed or injured.

There was only one old Taoist left, with a long sword in one hand and a whisk in the other, fighting him with difficulty.

There were several jingling sounds and several chops, and each time the sword in the old Taoist's hand was cut off, his hands were shaking more and more violently, and his eyes were opening wider and wider. When he raised the sword and took a look, he saw that the sword in his hand was in pieces.

There was only a small half of the sword left.

And that sword, with a chilling chill and boundless evil aura, had already struck him head-on again.

"The golden light appears quickly and protects me!"

In the darkness, a golden light lit up in the courtyard.

When the warrior saw this, he did not stop his hand. Instead, he concentrated his expression and concentrated all his strength and energy on this sword, so as to give it boundless power.

The white wall was suddenly illuminated golden, and the shadow of a peerless warrior slashing with a sword appeared on it.

"brush!"

The long sword slashed down!

There was the shadow of blood spurting on the wall, there was a sound of a head falling to the ground, the warrior put away his sword, and the golden light quickly dimmed.

Darkness returned to the courtyard.
Chapter completed!