Chapter 233

Zhang Zhengli turned his head and looked behind him, but he didn't find anything.

"I have a special sensing ability. If I go on like this, with half a cup of tea, he should catch up."

Yang Xuan explained.

Zhang Zhengli was surprised, but he didn't ask. He just nodded and then said in a deep voice, "that guy is hard to deal with. If he entangles him again, I'm afraid it's not so easy to get away."

"My spiritual power doesn't exist now. I can't fight anymore. What can you do, Zhang Daoyou?"

"This... I now..."

As he finished, he heard a flash of light in front of him.

In the distant sky, the streamer was just two flashes, and it was not far away in the blink of an eye.

Yang Xuan was surprised. He only felt a strong spiritual pressure coming on his face. He quickly stopped his body, and the silver shield floated out, ready to defend at any time.

"That's... Uncle Chang Shi!"

Zhang Zhengli stared at the streamer for a long time and shouted with great joy.

The streamer flickered twice again, and immediately stopped in front of him. The light gradually dissipated, revealing a figure.

It was a middle-aged strong man. His face looked like he was only forty or fifty years old. He wore a hair crown on his head and a small silver beard on his chin. The whole man looked a little vicissitudes.

His hands were behind him, and his face was solemn. After glancing at Zhang Zhengli, he said in a deep voice, "what's the matter?"

At this time, Zhang Zhengli looked a little embarrassed. When the straight hair crown fell, his long hair was scattered, and there was a little black blood on the long sword in his hand.

Seeing his so-called Changshu's question, Zhang Zhengli immediately saluted respectfully and said solemnly: "Changshu, disciple... Disciple met uncle Han..."

"Uncle Han?"

The middle-aged man frowned first. After pondering for a moment, he thought of something. His face changed: "are you talking about Uncle Han, won!"

"Exactly."

"This guy appears again. Where is he now?"

The middle-aged man's face was solemn, and there was a great spiritual pressure blooming from his body. Yang Xuan's body sank involuntarily and almost fell down.

"Uncle Hui, the spirit of Uncle Han... The demon is behind us, and he himself is more behind, fighting with a white elephant."

He wanted to say lingchong, but he changed his words temporarily.

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to this detail. Instead, he looked at Zhang Zhengli strangely and said faintly, "white elephant? Isn't it the evil spirit in the small tower?"

"Martial uncle Hui, exactly. I had to..."

"OK, let's talk about it back to zongmen. I'll catch the won first, and you'll go back to zongmen to report."

"Didn't martial uncle come here after receiving the news from younger martial brother Yu?"

"I'm just passing by here to do something. I just met you by chance."

The middle-aged man shook his head, stopped talking, turned into a streamer and quickly fled towards the rear of them.

Yang Xuan was relieved to feel the strong fluctuation gradually disappearing.

With such a big monk, at least the strong man chasing them doesn't have to worry. Moreover, it seems that he is very confident in fighting the so-called old man surnamed Han.

"Zhang Daoyou, we now..."

"If you don't mind, you can go to the all souls sect with me. You can make plans again when this matter is over."

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up and he was immediately overjoyed.

If you can take advantage of this to enter the all souls sect, it will save him a lot of trouble. I can't say you can borrow their transmission array. There's no need to find other all souls sect disciples.

However, although he was happy in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he frowned slightly. After pretending to meditate for a long time, he nodded and said, "well, anyway, I'm out to experience. I'll see it. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Taoist friends."

"Hey... Yang Daoyou, I see your style in my eyes. It's really a model in my fairy cultivation world. I admire it very much. There's no need to hang up on trifles."

Zhang Zhengli waved his big hand and looked solemn. Even if his clothes were a little confused, he couldn't hide his boldness.

Yang Xuan looked positive, nodded and followed him to the north of Jiang state.

There is no need for them to intervene in the matter of martial uncle Chang. The contest at this level is beyond their control. At present, the most important thing is to go back to the sect and report the details of the matter in detail.

After all, passing notes can't replace everything.

......

Somewhere in the mountains and forests south of Jiang state.

The old Taoist priest whose body turned into black fog is very fierce. The white elephant has completely lost its resistance and can only be beaten passively. His huge body is covered with blood stains and black gas, which is very terrible.

At this time, it has consumed more than half of its spiritual power. Even it can't bear the long-term high-intensity battle. Its body is suspended in the air and shaky.

"Go to hell, Hei hei."

The Taoist priest smiled coldly, and suddenly out of the black fog came a spear with the thickness of an adult's arm. With endless black fog, he went straight to the white elephant.

The white elephant's nose rolled up and roared. With endless anger, the light on the four tusks was full, and the spiritual power gathered into four vortices and rushed to the spear with violent power.

However, its spiritual power has long been exhausted. Although it is trying to resist, it is always unable to do what it wants.

As soon as the four psychic whirlpools collided with the black spear, they collapsed and dispersed in the blink of an eye. The huge psychic fluctuation even broke a tusk of the white elephant.

"Boom!"

The blast wave of the explosion was very fast, but it was not as fast as the black spear.

With great momentum, the black spear pierced directly into the eyebrows of the white elephant. The whole spear was like it, leaving only a long track formed by black fog behind.

The white elephant's crazy action suddenly stopped, his eyes were wide open, staring at the old Taoist priest, and his expression was fast and lax.

Its body seemed to have lost its source power and fell towards the ground. The divine light on its body dissipated slowly. Its white body quickly darkened in the moonlight and integrated into the boundless night.

The old Taoist's figure flickered, and soon he reached the top of the white elephant. The big black fog rolled and contracted, and several breathing times turned into his original figure. His skin was wrapped in bones, and his loose Taoist robe was scattered at will.

There were more and more blood in his eyes and his face was a little depressed, but he did have a strange smile on his mouth.

"Hey, hey, although this thing is dead and useless, as long as there is that little guy... The body of yin and Yang, Jie Jie, I've seen you for the first time, hey, hey, hey!"

A few days later, Jiang went north.

The strong autumn has swept the whole country of Jiang. The cold winter comes at the beginning. Fortunately, the climate of Jiang is not bad, even pleasant. Although it is a little cold, it is not time to put on a big coat.