Although Li Daoran did not think he was a good person, he was a practitioner of Taoism. He practiced the way of heaven and the right way. He must not wait and see the evil spirits and demons coming to the world and stand by.

The way of heaven is not allowed, and the ancestor does not allow it, and he will not allow it either!

Thinking of this, Li Daoran reached out to grab a handful of yellow talisman paper from the treasure bag, waved his hand and sprinkled it, muttering something.

The yellow talisman paper was like a soul, emitting a soft light, flying towards the eight people like sharp swords.

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosions were heard one after another, the air waves were storming, and the smoke was rolling.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, a light gray protective cover appeared above the eight people, with blurry strange runes flowing.

Li Daoran looked solemn, and he growled, throwing out the runes as if they were not worth money, and bombarding them again.

Under Li Daoran's fierce attack, the color of the protective cover became dimmer and dimmer, trembling slightly, showing signs of breaking.

But at this moment, Li Daoran's treasure bag was empty.

"Everyone goes together, and you must not let them succeed!"

The big trumpet jumped out in his arms holding ak47. Although he didn't know why Li Daoran was so panicked, his feelings told himself that these eight people must not be kind.

Open the continuous shots and pull the trigger. The tongue of flames gushed out of the muzzle of ak47. The orange bullet shell jumped out happily from the shell throwing window. The bullet hit the protective cover, making a buzzing sound.

A missile flew over Li Daoran's scalp, scaring him so much that he shook his neck and shouted.

"Old Yang, stop, don't hurt friendly troops by chance!"

"I'll do it!"

Hu Qingsong stepped forward. He had this idea. After a while, the surging blood in his body subsided. He lifted his breath and jumped over, and his fist hit the protective cover.

"Dong!"

As if the sound of gold and iron clashing came, Hu Qingsong felt that his fist was like hitting a piece of solid steel, which made his whole arm swell and painful.

"Come again!"

Hu Qingsong circulated his true energy and poured all into his arms. He put all his strength into his arms.

"Dong!"

"Click!"

Under his full force, cracks like spider-webs appeared on the protective cover.

Everyone was overjoyed, and Li Daoran asked him to do it again, but Hu Qingsong's facial features were distorted, his true energy was exhausted, his fists were dislocated and swollen, and he could no longer attack.

Inside the protective cover, the body-taking was over. The eight people trembled like electric shock, and white smoke came out from their heads. The eight people's souls were squeezed out and then absorbed by the soul-locking jade.

After a few breaths, the eight people stopped trembling and their faces turned blue. One of them slowly opened his eyes and an evil light burst out from his pupils.

Li Daoran felt the strong evil aura emitted from the protective cover, and was shocked. After more than ten years of traveling around the world, he encountered no more than 1,000 evil auras. The added up of evil auras was not as strong as those in front of him.

Looking at each other, Li Daoran felt like falling into an ice cave, his scalp was numb and his body was covered in goose bumps, and he felt inexplicable fear in his heart.

After taking three steps back, Li Daoran hurriedly turned his head and did not dare to look at each other. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was wearing thick clothes.

From beginning to end, Bai Fengjiu had no intention of helping. He stood aside and observed that the rituals performed by these eight people reminded him of a demon sect who was active on the land of China 30,000 years ago.

In just a few thousand years, the Demon Sect expanded from a mere 100 people to tens of thousands of people, and more than 50% of them had strong strength, which was very popular for a while, which made those famous and upright sects quite afraid.

The reason why the Demon Sect can rise rapidly is that there are so many masters because of a bloody soul-shifting method, which is what practitioners call body-taking.

Taking over the body, using one's own powerful soul to exclude the weak soul of the host and occupy the magpie's nest. This method of extending life is not tolerated by nature, and both man and gods are angry.

There are also similar methods in the righteous path, but the names are different and the methods are also different. The righteous path is called reincarnation.

If a practitioner cannot ascend, he will use his cultivation to protect his soul before he dies, find an unborn baby and occupy his body, so as to practice again after birth and ascend again.

The body-taking formation used by the eight people in front of him is very similar to the body-taking method used by the demon sect back then, but these eight people are in a simple version.

Bai Fengjiu didn't know what kind of relationship these eight people had with the Demon Sect back then.

However, the forces behind these eight people must know the consequences of doing so. If the Demon Cult clan reappears on earth, life will be devastated.

At this moment, all the eight people in the formation had opened their eyes. The leading man stood up and waved his hand gently. The protective cover turned into millions of fragments and dissipated in the air.

The strong wind surging, an unparalleled aura spread. Bai Fengjiu's eyes narrowed slightly. The aura emitted from these eight people was actually the strength of the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage!

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed past, emitting terrifyingly picturing the faces of the eight people. Hu Qingsong's heart tightened and he couldn't help but take three steps back.

"Hehe..."

The laughter that made people's scalp echoed in the mountains, and the sound was sharp and harsh, like the crazy laughter of Shura climbing out of the underworld.

"It's been 30,000 years, I've finally reborn!"

The leader laughed to the sky and suddenly turned his head to look at everyone present, with rebelliousness and contempt in his eyes.

"A bunch of ants!"

He glanced at him, then stopped at Bai Fengjiu Hu Qingsong and several strong people, nodded: "These bodies can be used to make do with them, catch them!"

With a command, the seven people behind him turned into a afterimage, and when they appeared, they had already arrived in front of everyone.

Hu Qingsong was shocked and punched him, but his true energy was exhausted and his fist was soft and without any strength.

Even though his body is at its peak, he is like an ant in front of these people.

The level of martial arts practice is exactly the same as the level of cultivation.

The twelve levels of Qi training correspond to the twelve levels of martial arts innate, and the foundation-building stage corresponds to the realm of the master of martial arts.

Hu Qingsong is only at the first level of the martial arts master, and the weakest of these eight people is also the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, with a huge gap in strength.

Hu Qingsong's fist was punched out, and the man opposite looked contemptuous, turned sideways slightly, reached out and grabbed his shoulders, trembling his wrists, and his shoulder joints were immediately dislocated.

Hu Qingsong let out a muffled groan in pain. The man kept moving, lifting his foot and kicking his calves, scratching his neck, and pressing him to the ground.

Hu Qingsong felt a mountain pressing on his body and could not move at all.

The leader said, "Be gentle, don't hurt this skin."

The man responded, slammed Hu Qingsong into the neck, and fainted from his eyes.

Li Daoran also fought with another man, saying that it was a fight, but in fact it was the man chasing him, and Li Daoran ran around the big tree.

After three rounds, Li Daoran was so tired that he gasped. The man lost his patience and slapped the big tree that they hugged together, and the trunk broke in response.

"My God!" Li Daoran turned around and ran away, but his speed was more than a little worse than the other party. His back neck hurt and he lost consciousness.

Da Laba and Hu Zi were also knocked unconscious and threw them into the formation. Wang Yutong and Xia Qingzhu watched their companions be taken over, but they were powerless and hid beside each other and shivered.

“There’s another one.”

The leading man turned his sinister gaze to Bai Fengjiu and looked at each other. The leading man's eyelids twitched, and his heart was stormy.
Chapter completed!