Zhao Qingshan only learned three of the three clear bells, and the most powerful one was the method of exorcising ghosts rather than the method of eliminating ghosts.

Although the golden aperture that eliminates the evil spirit can also have a certain damage effect on Ye Qingjun, there is absolutely no way to rely on the golden light that exorcism to kill Ye Qingjun on the spot.

Therefore, Zhao Qingshan calmly followed the route he set at the beginning, and used the Miluo Hongguang in his hand to suppress Ye Qingjun and rushed him towards Longsu Mountain.

Facing Zhao Qingshan, who suddenly had a magic weapon that almost completely restrained him, although Ye Qingjun roared repeatedly, he could only hide from the golden light emitted from the golden bell in Zhao Qingshan's hand.

Ye Qingjun, who had originally cultivated the body of Yang Evil, could not only allow ordinary people to see his existence, but also allow ordinary people who do not have the art of seclusion to hear his voice.

However, due to the suppression of the Yang Jinling on the Miluo Hongguang in Zhao Qingshan's hands, Ye Qingjun, whose magic power was completely suppressed, even his spiritual body was shocked, let alone maintaining the Yang Evil body.

So, under the escort of eight motorcycles, Zhao Qingshan shook the golden bell in his hand solemnly, forcing Ye Qingjun to escape in a panic ahead.

The golden aperture continuously blocked Ye Qingjun's retreat in the five directions of the up, down, left and right directions, and each ringtone behind the ringing behind him could scare Ye Qingjun to death.

Zhao Qingshan, who had his eyes open all the way, captured Ye Qingjun's figure at any time and accurately used the golden bell in his hand to block all retreats from Ye Qingjun except for the front.

Before he knew it, Ye Qingjun was forced from Daxin Town by Zhao Qingshan to the stream near the boundary of Lianhua Town. At this time, Ye Qingjun slowly recovered from his initial panic. While dodging the golden light that Zhao Qingshan used to suppress him, he laughed and said, "I understand, I understand! Your calf's nose can't kill me at all!"

"Is that right?" Zhao Qingshan smiled faintly, ignored Ye Qingjun's clamor, and continued to shake the golden bell in his hand, step by step, and steadily forced Ye Qingjun to the boundary of the area under the jurisdiction of the Shenfan Tong of Longsu Mountain.

At this time, the eight Taoist priests who followed Zhao Qingshan all the way out of Daxin Town had already abandoned their motorcycles and followed Zhao Qingshan far away.

At this moment, there was only one same idea left in the minds of these eight Ziguang Taoist priests, that is, to meet a real master!

"Hehehe... Little calf's nose, if you don't work, don't force it. What else can this golden light do besides suppressing my magic power? If you continue to drag it like this, even if you are so strong, you have to lie down obediently. At that time, will you become the first living person I'll kill?"

"How about this? Put down the golden bell, I promise you not to kill people casually. Let's break the grudges between us. From now on, you walk on your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, and we will not overturn the river water, what about?"

In the air, Ye Qingjun dodged left and right, no longer at all the tension that was so panicked at the beginning. When he discovered Zhao Qingshan's fatal weaknesses and defects, Ye Qingjun laughed loudly.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice it at all. Before he knew it, he had retreated to the other side of the stream and was almost about to enter the territory of Longsu Mountain.

Seeing that the plan he planned was about to succeed, Zhao Qingshan was still calm and did not show any nervousness. He still said with a stern face: "You evil ghost are really stubborn! I intend to pass on you, but you chose to resist one after another, and still wanted to seek revenge on me with resentment. If I don't capture you alive today, I will be the master of Qingyun Temple!"

"Lingling..." As soon as he finished speaking, the golden bell in his hand was shaken by him again.

Ye Qingjun, who was almost used to becoming a natural person, easily hid back and then laughed: "Duhua me? Xiao Maverick has little ability and a big tone. If you have the ability, come and save me!"

"Wuliang Tianzun, this is what you said!" Ye Qingjun walked into the territory of Longsu Mountain. Zhao Qingshan had been tense for a whole day and finally relaxed at this moment.

He put down the golden bell in his hand and bowed with great compassion: "I'm welcome."

"Boom..." A huge sound of thunder suddenly sounded in the blue sky, and a huge net of lightning flashed appeared out of thin air above Ye Qingjun's head. In a blink of an eye, it had tied the arrogant Ye Qingjun like a rice dumpling, and there was no more resistance.

From the perspective of the eight Taoist priests, the moment Zhao Qingshan put down the golden bell and bowed in front, a big net appeared in the sky.

According to inertial thinking, this big net is clearly a magic weapon or magic prepared by Zhao Qingshan in advance. Anyway, this ghost is considered to have successfully captured it!

But in fact, this big net has nothing to do with Zhao Qingshan at all. Fan Tongyi, who has been guarding here since the early morning, saw Ye Qingjun appear and had already prepared this big net. He would just wait for Zhao Qingshan to make a move there.

But no matter what, this contribution was taken into consideration by Zhao Qingshan intentionally or unintentionally. After all, Fan Tong did not appear openly, so Zhao Qingshan naturally took the initiative to add another layer of a master's halo to himself.

Ye Qingjun, bound by the big net, turned into a gray mist, tightly blocked in the grid and could not move. Zhao Qingshan walked up to pick up the big net that had been curled up into a small ball, and held it in his hand and whispered: "Wuliang Tianzun~! Ye Qingjun, the so-called sky net is vast and sparse, today you are captured by me again, this is your destined disaster!"

The eight Taoist priests who were following Zi Guangguan stood there and stared blankly. It was not until Zhao Qingshan picked up the ball that one of them said foolishly: "Ghost... Ghost is caught..."

"Master!!!" The fair and fair man, who was nearly fifty, suddenly shouted loudly, and took two steps in three steps to jump to Zhao Qingshan. Without saying a word, he knelt in front of Zhao Qingshan's heels and kowtowed repeatedly, "Please accept me, I realized that I have lived forty-eight years in vain when I see the master. As long as the master is willing to accept me, I am willing to carry water and chop firewood!"

"Gathering is the fate, dispersing is the fate, and the fate is the end. On the Longshu Mountain, in Qingyun Temple. If you can climb to the top of Longshu Mountain before midnight tonight, I may be able to accept you and others to practice..."

Zhao Qingshan smiled on his face. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the eight Taoists, he rose from the ground and flew away in the air!

"God!!!"

The eight Taoist priests were excitedly blushing in their original positions, and they shouted with joy, "Immortal Master, before midnight tonight, we will definitely climb to the top of Longsu Mountain!!"
Chapter completed!