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After saying that, the resentful ghost opened his mouth to an incredulous degree. Following that, a wave of cold wind blew and the Daoist felt his mind go into a daze. Did he die just like that? Having his soul force sucked dry by a vengeful spirit, turning into a lifeless shell?

No, this cannot be. The little Daoist forced himself to calm down and recited the chant to stabilize his soul force, but his body still felt like it had been sucked dry, and his consciousness became a bit blurry.

Taking advantage of this period of sobriety, the little Daoist hurriedly used the tip of his blood-stained tongue to press it against his gums and drew a simple Evil Repellent Talisman on it. Although this talisman was simple, it was indeed made from the blood of the tip of the tongue.

Very soon, the Evil Repellent Talisman was completely drawn, and a large amount of blood was stored in the little Daoist's mouth. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, the little Daoist suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a Evil Repellent Talisman onto the resentful ghost's face.

A bloody mist brought along a red light that covered the resentful ghost's face in an instant. There were even many that sprayed into the resentful ghost's gaping mouth, and white smoke instantly rose from its face, accompanied by the resentful ghost's extremely shrill scream.

The resentful ghost stretched out his hands and covered his face. It was clear that he was very sad. He rolled on the ground and continuously exhaled large amounts of white smoke.

The young Daoist let out a sigh of relief. His consciousness was still not completely awake. In a daze, he actually took a few steps back and fell to the ground. His entire body was still incomparably cold and his hands still did not feel anything.

He looked around and was immediately scared, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air. He did not know when, but many lone souls surrounded him, young and old, men and women, along with a few baby like ghosts crawling back and forth a few dozen meters away from him. It was one thing for the remaining lone souls to be so difficult to deal with, as most of them were infants abandoned by their parents, as well as children who had been knocked out of the world.

When the rest of the wandering souls saw the Daoist spitting out a mouthful of blood to subdue the resentful ghost, they felt a tinge of fear towards him and hesitantly did not dare to move forward. However, the ghosts did not have any scruples as they slowly crawled on the ground, slowly moving towards him. Their eyes were blood-red, filled with resentment and killing intent.

Looking at those little imps crawling towards him, he kept kicking the ground with his legs, wanting to get as far away from them as possible. However, although the little imps were slow in crawling, in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him. A little imp climbed onto his leg, raised its head, and looked at him with a pair of bloody eyes, asking in a young voice, "Father … Why don't you want me anymore... "Why don't you want me anymore …"

However, he couldn't say a single word. In his eyes, there were all those white, fat and extremely terrifying little imps, and he desperately shook his legs, wanting to shake the little imp off his legs. However, the little imp still firmly held onto his leg, and continued to say with a stern voice, "Why don't you leave me … Why! All of you deserve to die, all of you deserve to die! "

After saying that, the little ghost opened his mouth wide and bit the little Daoist's leg. A sharp pain immediately spread throughout his entire body, and the little Daoist could no longer hold it in as he lifted his head to the sky and let out a mournful howl.

The little Daoist knew that he was definitely going to die here this time. With so many lone soul wild ghosts as well as these resentful little ghosts, no matter what, he would not be able to resist. In an instant, his heart turned to ashes, and he could only close his eyes and wait to die.

"All of you, scram!"

A roar that was like muffled thunder once again sounded out, and the first few ghosts that rushed in front of the little Taoist were immediately scared out of their wits by this pure Dao Roar. Almost all of the ghosts' bodies shook for a while, and even the kid with a heavy grievance somewhat panickedly raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

This was Master's voice!

He turned his head around and saw the old Daoist emerging from the black fog with a solemn expression on his face. He did not seem angry, but his might was clear. As he waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, countless ghosts and souls disappeared.

In an instant, the old Daoist Priest had arrived next to him. The little ghosts that had surrounded him all took a few steps back when they sensed the strong aura coming from him, revealing an extremely fierce expression. They glared at the old Daoist like tigers and let out threatening roars.

"Master …" The Daoist priest was extremely excited, tears streaming down his face. He could not help but call out.

The old Daoist snorted and said in an extremely displeased tone: "Brat, Master told you to follow closely behind him, why didn't you listen?! If Master comes a little later, your little life will be gone. "

"Master... "Just now, I …"

Just as the little Daoist was about to explain, he saw a white figure cut across his forehead and pounce towards the old Daoist, and the old Daoist's horsetail whisk also drew a white shadow, and ruthlessly pummeled the little demon that was pouncing over. The ghost once again let out a blood-curdling screech, and tumbled to the ground, and a few golden wounds appeared on his body, but he quickly recovered.

The old Taoist's face showed a trace of panic, he pulled the little Taoist up from the ground and said in a deep voice: "Follow me, do not look back, it's best if you close your eyes, even if you see something, do not make any noise, otherwise, both master and disciple will lose their lives here, do you remember?"

When he turned around to look, he saw the little ghosts suddenly jump up from the ground and pounce towards the two of them. The old Daoist then pulled the little Daoist back a few steps, and swinging the horsetail whisk left and right, forcing the little ghosts away, he once again placed the horsetail whisk on his shoulder and took out seven or eight yellow talismans from his bosom and scattered them in the direction of the infants. The yellow talismans did not fall down, but floated in the air and formed a circle.

"These talismans can't last long, as the saying goes, small ghosts are hard to deal with. Even if I am to make a move, it will be very difficult to subdue these ghosts, so we must invite a high monk for the time being. Let's not bother about them for now and first take care of Lady Wang."

Holding this blue talisman, the old Daoist seemed to be reluctant as he muttered to himself, "This is a talisman that was left behind by your Martial Ancestor. I thought I wouldn't be able to use it, but it seems that I have no choice but to use it this time. If I use it less once, it will be difficult to obtain another talisman like this …"

Immediately, the old Daoist threw the blue Glyph in his hand directly in front of him. In the instant the Glyph ran out, the old Daoist quickly formed a few hand seals, and his movement was very natural, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The blue Glyph suddenly combusted into a ball of blue flame in the air, and like an arrow shot out, it released a whistling sound, dispersing the rolling black mist in front of him, causing a trace of light to appear.

"Hurry up!" Following the blue flame, he quickly moved forward. As he kept on running, the old Daoist put one of his hands on the back of the little Daoist, secretly channeling his internal energy, instantly, a warm feeling spread through the old Daoist's hand and dispersed the cold poison around his body. The little Daoist gradually felt that his hands and feet had recovered their senses, and after a while, he stopped dragging the little Daoist.

At this moment, he felt as if he was standing on a cloud of cotton, and the cold wind was blowing into his ears, causing him to tremble. It was just the cold wind, and there were also the ear-piercing shrieks of all sorts of ghosts ringing in his ears, and the Daoist felt as if countless cold hands were touching his body, making him feel uncomfortable all over. He finally knew why his master did not want him to open his eyes, the world around him should be terrifying, and he was afraid that his master would scream after seeing such a terrifying scene.