His opponent was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe. He looked very good at the fairy-like Taoist bones, but his body was surrounded by three skulls with black smoke, holding a six-foot black banner. The banner was painted with many evil spirits surrounded by black air, which seemed not serious...

"Wang Lin, you have chased me for more than three thousand miles. Are you finished?" The middle-aged Taoist priest held a sword in one hand and a banner in the other, and his handsome face turned red.

It's simply unfavorable...

I just killed a few mortals and used their souls to refine magic weapons. But I didn't know what happened, so I was targeted by this disciple of the Sword Sect named Wang Lin. Well, the Sword Sect is one of the top ten sects in the North. I can't afford to mess with me, right?

As a result, after running away for more than 3,000 miles, Wang Lin chased for more than 3,000 miles, just like a lunatic. Moreover, various situations emerged one after another along the way. In this life, he did not have as many unlucky things as he encountered in these few days...

Not to mention anything else, along the way, I stepped on seventeen or eighteen animals with just the trap. Although I couldn't hurt myself, it was disgusting...

The monks in the late Yangyuan period were clamped by trapped animals one after another. If they said this, wouldn’t they laughed at the big teeth?

I don’t know what evil he was, but I was extremely unlucky along the way. In addition to the seventeen or eighteen animal traps, I fell off the cliff three times on one foot, four times of flying Qi, and I got involved in the cultivator fight and was almost killed by someone. The most disgusting time was that I encountered a sword light slashed out from the Lishan Sword Sect. I don’t know which Dharma Real Person took action, and I almost rolled himself in a little bit...

Now, just thinking about it makes me feel cold sweat.

In addition, Wang Lin behind him was like a lunatic, chasing him relentlessly for more than three thousand miles without letting go. The middle-aged Taoist priest was holding his breath in his chest, and he was almost injured in his internal injuries...

Now that I have been chased into this dense jungle again, the middle-aged Taoist priest was finally completely furious. Damn, I'm just worried about you asking the Sword Sect. Do you think you are really afraid of Wang Lin?

OK, you don’t plan to let me go anyway, so I’ll fight you here!

Thinking of this, the black banner in the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand suddenly rolled up a fishy storm. Countless evil ghosts made shrill howls in the fishy storm. For a moment, the whole woods were filled with dark winds and ghosts, as if the gate of hell was opened...

"Do you think I want to chase you?"

Wang Lin cursed and pulled out the sword. The sword was three feet long and the sword body was dark. At first glance, there seemed to be a stream of black gas lingering on the sword body. However, after looking closely, the black gas seemed to not exist. At this time, Wang Lin held the sword in his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man from afar and said, "You know what you know, kill yourself quickly, don't implicate me anymore!"

"..." When the middle-aged Taoist priest heard this, he almost vomited blood in anger. The black banner in his hand swayed, and his face looked a little ferocious: "Wang Lin, you are too bullying!"

While speaking, countless evil ghosts in the fishing storm roared fiercely. The three skeletons that had been spinning around their bodies also flew out. The bright spot of the phosphorus fire in their eyes seemed to be about to burn...

"Wang Lin, you will die for me!"

A little phosphorus fire ignited on the tip of the middle-aged Taoist priest's sword, and three skulls rushed out with a fishy storm, and countless evil ghosts followed behind them...

The Record of the Three Evil Slaying Gods, one of the three evil sects in the North, and the Xuanming Sect’s sect-controlling technique. It is said that when practicing to the highest level, the three skulls will turn from yin to yang to real and transform from reality to virtual, achieving the three evil spirits’ slaying Gods. When fighting with others, not only will they take action when the three laws are the same, but they will also open the door to hell and call endless evil ghosts...

The record of the three evil spirits and gods of the middle-aged Taoist priests has obviously had a certain degree of fire. The three skulls that flew out at this time have all been sacrificed to nineteen restrictions. When they are released, they are no less than ordinary Yangyuan cultivators. In addition, the endless evil ghosts behind them have a bit of power for a while...

However……

What no one expected was that as soon as the three skulls flew out, one of them suddenly swayed in the air. Before the middle-aged Taoist priest could come back to his senses, the skull suddenly turned around and bit it hard at the middle-aged Taoist priest's left hand holding the black banner...

"Damn!" The middle-aged Taoist priest screamed. With the backlash of the Three Evils Killing God Treasure Record, even the other two skulls could hardly be controlled. They almost turned around and retaliated against the middle-aged Taoist priest like the previous one.

Fortunately, the middle-aged Taoist priest saw that something was wrong, so he shook the black banner and took back all three skulls. However, even so, it took a long time to suppress the three skulls that had backfired...

Damn, here, here, here again!

The middle-aged Taoist priest was crying and had no tears. Since he met Wang Lin, he had been in trouble everywhere. Forget those tragic encounters along the way, but now he has been backfired by his Three Evils Killing God Treasure Record. If this is spread, what else can he have to say that he is a ghost cultivator?

"I told you not to struggle..." It was strange that the middle-aged Taoist priest here was backfired, and Wang Lin on the opposite side seemed to have suffered some secret loss. A trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. At this time, he was standing there with a sword, and his voice seemed weak...

"Damn, don't go too far!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest finally suppressed the backlash of the three skulls. When he heard Wang Lin's words, he was furious and wanted to shake the black banner and give the other party a little bit of awesomeness. However, after hesitating for a while, he still put the black banner away. There was no way, he was really scared. He looked up at the sword in his hand. After confirming that there was no trap, he finally slashed out with one sword...

This time I don’t need the Three Evils Killing God Treasure Record, I will use my Xuanming Sect’s sword technique to deal with you. I will never encounter any backlash again!

"ah!"

As a result, before the sword could be taken, the middle-aged Taoist priest screamed again, and staggered and looked down. As soon as he stepped out his right foot, he was pierced by an iron nail...

"Wang Lin, I am incompatible with you!" The middle-aged Taoist priest reluctantly pulled out the iron nail, dragged the blood, and slashed at Wang Lin with a sword...

"Damn, you have to exhaust me to death, you are willing to do it..." Wang Lin opened his mouth and vomited blood again. After wiping it out, he raised his hand to meet it. The sword lights of the two suddenly sparked sparks...
Chapter completed!