"Da da da da da..."

Hundreds of ghosts held machine guns, and the firepower they fired ruthlessly suppressed the black-clothed figures that kept charging forward.

These old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years at least, in terms of pure strength, none of them are inferior to Qin Yao, and even far exceed him...

But it's a pity that these people are not crazy, nor do they have abnormal physiques!

As time goes by, just like ordinary people aging, their mana and cultivation are increasing, but it is difficult to stop the decline of their bodies, and rejuvenation is even more impossible for them.

The only possibility is to stop bleeding and extend the life span of the physical body.

Losing their bodies and turning into lonely ghosts, their combat power may increase temporarily, but the way forward is cut off.

After all, the path forward for the ghost body lies with ghosts and gods, and it is almost impossible for evil sect monks like them to be admitted to the underworld.

The divine road is impassable!

Yes.

The eight powerful leaders retreated again and again, gradually reaching the ruins of the building.

"Where is the bone girl?!" The big leader was filled with anger and roared again and again.

Among the top ten leaders of Jiuju, only Bone Girl is a ghost and is immune to the damage caused by this firepower.

"The bone girl went to Osaka three days ago and has not returned yet." A leader responded.

"Let me do it."

The woman in black with a charming voice squatted down and put her palms on the ground: "Many disciples were killed by the collapse of the building this time. We can extract their souls and train them into resentful spirits to counterattack."

As soon as she finished speaking, a golden light suddenly emerged from her palm. Under the ruins, countless green rays of light swarmed in from all directions, forming green souls around her...

"Sir, attack?"

Next to the cannon, Wedding Dress held a machine gun in her arms and turned around to ask.

"Cover the artillery retreat!" Qin Yao shook his head, opened the space bag, took all three cannons in, and waved.

Despite the brilliant results of fire suppression, he always remained calm and sober:

With their current strength, it is not enough to continue to expand their results!

If we don't seize the time to retreat at this time, it will be too late to leave by the time those old immortals use all their methods.

"Raise the artillery and retreat!" Hong Wedding Yi ordered, holding up the gun with one hand.

The eighteen red devils immediately took action, picked up the eighteen artillerymen, and quickly lifted into the air.

"Cover them." Mangyi ordered.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

White lights rushed to the outside of the retreat group and flew towards the customs ferry.

"Hurry up, I'm the queen!"

Looking at the resentful spirits rushing towards them like zombies, Qin Yao took out the Gauss gun and quickly pulled the trigger.

The power of infinite enchanted bullets is vividly displayed in the process of clearing troops. Each beam of golden light shot out can shatter several resentful spirits!

There were twenty ghosts in wedding clothes and mourning clothes each, guarding Qin Yao's side, fighting and retreating with him, always pointing the machine gun in his arms at the eager men in black.

"You can't leave."

A man in black slipped out a wand from his sleeve, waved his arm from top to bottom, and the tip of the wand suddenly lit up with a bright red light.

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

Two girls carrying big red lanterns and wearing red robes suddenly emerged from the void, dancing gracefully and smartly, stepping on the void, seemingly slowly, but rushing towards Qin Yao at extremely fast speeds.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

While running at high speed, Qin Yao kept firing. In the blink of an eye, dozens of golden beams of light rushed toward the two girls.

The girls in red waved lanterns in front of them, and something strange happened. The lanterns seemed to be able to absorb damage, and not a single bullet could explode on the lanterns.

Qin Yao frowned, and when the two girls approached happily carrying lanterns, he raised his hand and made two Arhat push hands.

"Bang."

"Bang."

The lanterns of the girls in red could hold up the Gauss pistol, but they could not hold up the Buddhist and Taoist Arhat pushing hands. In an instant, they were kicked several times in the air and fell to the earth in the form of a parabola...

At the same time, the building was in ruins.

The bone girl held up a red oil paper fan and slowly walked out of the shadows with Nako. She looked up at the eight leaders who were chasing Qin Yao and others: "Inform Mr. Inoue that we can start."

"Yes, sir."

Nako nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

Tokyo.

In front of a huge forest shrouded in darkness.

A Naiko approached a black-robed warrior, bowed and said, "Sir Inoue, my lord said it's time to start."

The man in black robe silently nodded, took out the Japanese sword hanging from his waist with one hand, and strode deep into the forest.

Meiji Jingu Shrine, the first shrine in Japan and the holy place for spiritual masters, is located in this vast forest.

At this time, the Jingu Bridge has already lit up brightly. Under the hazy night, the reflected bridge seems to be a real sacred bridge.

In fact, this bridge does have the power to bring peace of mind.

"Please stop!" Just as the man in black robe was about to board the Shrine Bridge, a young novice wearing a snow-white cassock suddenly walked down from the bridge, clasped his hands and said softly.

"puff."

The man in black robe raised his hand and raised his knife, and chopped off the opponent's head with one blow.

Blood spurted out, and his head rolled toward the bottom of the bridge.

The little novice monk never imagined that his head would be chopped off just for saying a word.

"It's just your bad luck."

The man in black robe murmured to himself, took out a post from his sleeve, casually dropped it on the little novice monk, and turned around to leave.

The little novice's head was missing and he was soon discovered by the night watch monk, and the post that was thrown on the little novice's body was handed over to the old abbot in the blink of an eye.

The old abbot opened the post and took a look. The first thing that caught his eye were two ancient Chinese characters: War Letter!

The signature in the lower right corner is: Jiuju First Class.

"Nishimura!"

Walking out of the splendid temple, the old abbot stood at the junction of light and darkness, his face frighteningly gloomy.

"Abbot." A middle-aged monk wearing gray robes came quickly and bowed.

"Take someone to bring Jiuju's top leader!" the old abbot said, "I want him to give me an explanation."

He didn't care what kind of conspiracy this was. Since Jiuju Yiyi was implicated, he could just go to Jiuju Yiyi's leader.

If it is a frame-up, the leader of the Jiuju faction will spare no effort to find out the truth. If he cannot find out, then just ask him to die...

On the battlefield.

Qin Yao's pressure increased. He couldn't help but want to use the magic of inviting gods several times, but he finally resisted.

Please feel good for a while, but then you will feel weak.

In a retreat like this, weakness can really kill someone!

Xiao Wenjun was floating behind him, with his mental power fully activated, covering a three-foot radius. His long hair was constantly swaying, and he was ready to block all evil spells at any time.

"Da da da da da..."

Seeing that the old guys were about to charge forward again, Wedding Dress and Ming Dress fired at the same time, and the crazy firepower once again blocked the eight people from the shooting range.

While running, Qin Yao suddenly took out a handful of talismans from his pocket, poured a force of mana roughly into it, and then threw it towards the increasingly approaching wave of resentful spirits.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Fire, thunder and lightning, golden light, sword edge...

Countless attacks exploded on the resentful ghosts, instantly clearing the first few rows.

Ever since Uncle Jiu showed off his strength in front of Qin Yao when he killed the emperor's corpse, he has been deliberately storing the talismans, and now they are just in use!

"I use my blood to control the gods!" Surprised that the resentful ghosts were about to be exhausted, a female leader bit off the index fingers of both hands and drew a curse in the air.

"Roar!"

A moment later, when the curse was completed, two monsters suddenly flew out of the blood curse. One was like a lizard with wings, and the other was like a giant snake with wings, roaring towards Qin Yao.

"Xiao Wenjun, take me away." Qin Yao shouted loudly.

"Swish swish."
To be continued...