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There were more than a hundred of them, four or five of them encircling the evil ghost Raksha, who had turned into his yellow capital. They released an ear-piercing bird cry as they charged towards the evil ghost Raksha, who seemed to have an extremely strong restraining effect on the evil ghost Raksha. Once they carried the evil ghost Raksha, their figures became thinner, and for a moment, the ear-piercing bird cries within the forest mixed with the howls of the evil ghost Raksha, making them extremely close to each other.

At this moment, the Daoist leader of the Cyan Wind Sect rushed towards the hawk-nosed man with a sword in his hand. At the same time that he jumped up, I don't know if I was seeing things, but I could see that the Daoist leader turned into three people and each of them held a sword as they rushed out.

The hook-nosed Good Kun also seemed to value the Green Wind Daoist as an opponent, immediately revealing his magic tool. His magic tool was actually a judge pen as thick as an adult's arm. It was pitch black and definitely not an ordinary object.

The two of them soon encountered each other. The Daoist leader of the Cyan Wind Sect turned into three and surrounded the hawk-nosed Sakun. Sakun didn't seem to be at a disadvantage and calmly responded. They fought for more than ten rounds without a clear outcome.

Those ordinary black-clothed people could only watch. In a battle between experts of this level, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths. However, there was one person who could be of help — that strange black-cloaked person who crippled me with a single palm strike.

That strange man in a black robe was standing beside me. After seeing that Daoist Master Qing Feng had exchanged a few blows with Shan Kun, he was no longer able to remain calm.

His hand trembled and formed a few strange hand seals. Suddenly, a stick that emitted a dense aura of death appeared in his hand. With a flash of his body, he also joined the battle.

His addition put Daoist Master Qingfeng into a very dangerous situation, and he was forced to retreat several steps back. Especially when the deathly stick in the hand of the strange man struck the two clones of the Daoist Master of the Cyan Wind Sword, the two clones suddenly began to sway back and forth, becoming fainter and fainter until they seemed like they were about to disappear.

I watched anxiously from the side, afraid that Daoist Master Qingfeng would be killed by the two of them just like that. However, I am controlled by them now, so I am unable to help them at all.

Just as I was looking at this soul-stirring battle scene, a person suddenly walked over to me. This person is Ambassador Li Right, who was almost killed by the long sword of the Green Wind Society just now. When I saw him, I couldn't help but take two steps back.

Damn it, this brat really remembers his grudges. If I didn't have the powerful consciousness from the Spirit Recovering Cauldron, I would have been killed a hundred times over by him.

He could only hit me twice to vent his anger.

I felt like a dead pig who wasn't afraid of boiling water. It seemed that there were benefits to staying in my body with my strong consciousness.

At least, no one would dare to kill me.

The battle was still going on, and it was getting more and more intense. Most of the evil spirits that had turned into yellow beans were quickly eaten up by the black qi birds, and every time those black qi birds rammed against the evil spirits, the evil spirits would become weaker, but those evil spirits were also very fierce. With a wave of their hands, once they caught the black qi birds, they would directly swallow them into their stomachs.

There were also evil spirits that rushed into the group of men in black. Once they fell on a certain person, they would bleed from their orifices and die instantly.

Although I don't know what the real bodies of these evil spirits are, but from the looks of their deaths, I can roughly guess that these evil spirits can devour the souls of living people. If they were to be touched by these evil spirits, they would instantly devour the souls of human beings.

Just as I was looking at those evil spirits trying to act up, suddenly, I heard a scream. My heart skipped a beat as I looked in the direction of the scream, only to see Daoist Master Qing Feng being hit in the chest by the judge. Daoist Master Qing Feng spat out a mouthful of blood as his body slid seven to eight meters away.

In a flash, those two shadows also went back into the Daoist Master Qingfeng's body.

Immediately after, the strange man in black robe raised the staff that was emitting a thick aura of death and swung it towards the Daoist Master Qing Feng's head.

I immediately shut my eyes and didn't dare to look at this scene. It seemed that the Daoist Master Qing Feng couldn't escape death. In the end, he wasn't able to withstand the combined attacks of these two experts.

My heart is bleeding, but I can't do anything about it. I'm too weak, and after cultivating for more than half a year, I can only exchange a few blows with a few ordinary black-clothed people.

Just when I thought that Daoist Qingfeng's life was about to end here, a thunderous sound rolled across the land and came crashing over.

"Stop!"

This voice was produced using psychokinesis. It was lingering, ethereal and melodious with an extremely shocking power. After I heard this voice, it sounded like thunder in my head and the blood in my body started boiling once again.

However, by the time I reacted, my heart was already pounding rapidly. Why does this sound so familiar?

Although it was only two words, they sounded very familiar to me … This voice seems to belong to my master …

The great surprise caused me to raise my head and look towards the direction of the voice, only to see an old man in a green and grey daoist robe appear before my eyes like a deity that had descended from the heavens. At this moment, I thought that my vision was blurry because my eyes were filled with tears.

I am not mistaken... I didn't see wrong. The person in front of me is indeed my master. Isn't he cultivating behind closed doors? Why would he appear here?

I was so excited that tears were flowing down my face and my lips were trembling. I didn't know what to say.

However, when my master appeared, he shook the horsetail whisk in his hand and let out a thunderous sound, forcing the strange man in black back a few steps. Then, my master extended his hand and helped the Daoist Master up, and said politely: "Isn't this the Daoist Master of the Mao Mountain Sect? Why are you here? "