Jiang Xiaole's successive attacks made the ghost soldier unable to raise his head when he fought.

Jiang Xiaole was beaten up just now and felt depressed. He restrained the spiritual power on the Demon Subduing Pestle. He simply used the Demon Subduing Pestle itself to hit the ghost soldier captain screaming and would not be beaten to death.

This night, Jiang Xiaole had a very troublesome life. He found a vent, so he would not stop attacking. The guy was hitting him one by one and another.

"Hero, stop, I was wrong, please spare me." The ghost soldier captain begged for mercy with his head in his arms. Jiang Xiaole didn't expect that this guy would still beg for mercy.

His strength is much stronger than ordinary ghost soldiers. If Jiang Xiaole hadn't won the victory in one move just now, he would have to spend some effort in the future. Now, under the continuous beating of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, this guy had long lost the opportunity to resist. However, Jiang Xiaole could clearly feel that his body had become a bit transparent and brighter, just like a ghost, turning into a soul body.

Moreover, Jiang Xiaole could clearly feel that under the attack of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, his body seemed to have been purified in some way, and the whole ghost became clear and thorough.

It seemed that he had regained his rationality, and that kind of strong negative energy was beaten by the demon-subduing pestle and disappeared.

Seeing that the ghost soldier captain had regained his rationality, Jiang Xiaole's heart moved. He had a special idea, so the movement in his hand slowed down. He said lightly: "It's okay to let me forgive you, but what I ask you, you must answer me honestly."

Captain Ghost Soldiers became much clearer, but Jiang Xiaole could still look at Jue Dao. He felt so innocent, so he said coldly: "This thing has no spiritual power now. If you don't speak well, I'll give you a few tricks, which will make your soul scattered."

"I'll talk carefully, I'll talk carefully, please ask me." The subordinates of the Ghost Soldier Captain was cleared out by Jiang Xiaole, and another ghost soldier rushed over from a distance. The Ghost Soldier Captain hurriedly begged for mercy: "Sir, please forgive them, sir. They were forced to do so, so they became what they are now."

Jiang Xiaole asked him to shout, but the ghost soldiers who were still rushing over stopped because of the shouting. Jiang Xiaole said, "You also saw my attitude, now you can answer it well."

"Yes, thank you sir. Even if you ask, I will definitely say it honestly."

At this time, when the Ghost Soldier Captain spoke, he answered the same answer as a normal person. Jiang Xiaole was very curious. The former Ghost Soldier Captain was a manic ghost, but now he looks like a normal person and looks very normal.

Jiang Xiaole said: "Let your subordinates from afar stop other ghost soldiers from continuing to get closer."

The captain of the ghost soldiers immediately issued an order as Jiang Xiaole said. The ghost soldiers really assembled a battle formation in the distance, and none of them came closer.

When Jiang Xiaole saw that he really did what he said, he said with satisfaction: "It's good, now introduce yourself to me."

After Jiang Xiaole asked this, the ghost soldier captain had some confusion in his eyes. He hugged his head and struggled in pain for a few times. After a while, he came to know that, "My name is Zhao Desheng, he is the second battalion commander of Shenwu Camp, a villain, a villain..." He claimed to be a villain for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence for the next half day. He really couldn't remember it. Later, he looked at Jiang Xiaole with horror in his eyes.

Jiang Xiaole asked, "You are from Shenwu Camp, so have you heard of Gu Changqiu?"

"Gu Changqiu!" For some reason, when Zhao Desheng heard Gu Changqiu's name, he seemed to have become a ghost, and his face suddenly became calm. Jiang Xiaole had seen this expression. On Wan Changfeng's face, the unconcealed hatred was so unlucky.

"If we hadn't met Gu Changqiu, we wouldn't have become what we are now. The Gu family ruined us as we are now. They should have died, and the Zhao family must die."

He kept repeating, and a black aura appeared on his hideous face, and powerful negative emotions erupted. After Jiang Xiaole sensed it, he quickly hit him with the Demon Subduing Pestle. Zhao Desheng was beaten and kept screaming, but the black aura did not dissipate. Jiang Xiaole had no choice but to input the spiritual power to the Demon Subduing Pestle again, and hit Zhao Desheng's head with force. The black aura dissipated, and Zhao Desheng was so dizzy that he was almost knocked to death, and the soul body on his body became much dim.

But he woke up. After Jiang Xiaole saw that he was awake, he was about to continue asking. Gu Changqiu had done the best, which could make his subordinates feel such a terrible hatred.

At this moment, a golden light flew from a distance and came to Jiang Xiaole and the others.

Jiang Xiaole felt that he was just an alternative person when he was rushing to the night. Unexpectedly, there were people like him who dared to release the magic of the Golden Bell Cover at night, just like the blood in the pile of flies, so dazzling.

However, the man's golden shield and the golden bell cover were very unique. Jiang Xiaole's golden bell cover is the power of light. The other party's shield is not just a simple power of light, but also some special powers. But looking at it from a distance makes people feel that their hearts are purified and they feel particularly quiet and peaceful.

After Jiang Xiaole figured out Zhao Desheng, he asked him to kneel aside. He looked at his head with caution and a monk landed from the sky.

The monk was not old, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, like a child. He was holding an ordinary wooden stick in his hand, with a circle of thick Buddhist beads on his neck and a circle of small Buddhist beads on his hand. His eyes were very bright, even more dazzling than his bald head.

After getting close to Jiang Xiaole, he first saluted Jiang Xiaole. Jiang Xiaole didn't know why he came close and asked, "I wonder why this little master came?"

When the little monk looked at Jiang Xiaole, he also looked at Zhao Desheng and the ghost soldiers in the distance.

After hearing Jiang Xiaole's question, he smiled and pointed to his throat, and then saluted again.

Jiang Xiaole thought he was a mute and nodded in understanding. The little monk seemed to see Jiang Xiaole's understanding and continued to point to his mouth. Jiang Xiaole really couldn't understand what this monk meant, but he just looked at him with confusion.
Chapter completed!