The impact of the Dead Man Jingguan was too great. At this moment, I could hardly control my mind, and I felt like I was about to be overwhelmed by anger.

The other party's methods are too cruel and harm the peace of the world. How can we not be angry?

"Wake up!" A thunderbolt roared from beside him.

I woke up suddenly.

"Whether Jingguan is true or false needs to be verified. Facebook Taoist friends should not be angered."

An Shi stared at me with deep eyes.

It was his roar that brought my mind back from the point of losing control.

I blinked my eyelids and was covered in cold sweat.

I realized that I was still hanging on.

I tried my best to adjust my emotions and gave Teacher An a grateful look.

He smiled lightly.

"As expected of an old man, he can keep his composure."

I sighed secretly and turned my eyes back to the view of the capital.

After thinking for a while, I signaled everyone to stay where they were, and I ducked in front of the pile of corpses in Jingguan. The peach wood sword flashed with mana and stabbed forward fiercely.

There was a "pop" sound, like a ball being punctured, and the scene in front of me collapsed. When I took a closer look, there was no Jingguan built with hundreds of corpses? There were just two corpses.

The corpses of a man and a woman were the same as the previous ones, shriveled up like mummies, and their ghosts had been swallowed up.

Obviously, these two people were also frightened by the black tower falling from the sky and ran around, and were killed by the evil spirits.

The evil spirit used two corpses as a lure to create a tragic scene in Beijing that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake, just to disturb our minds and achieve the purpose of blocking.

Not seeing the bodies of the four missing fellow Taoists, I felt much relieved, but looking at these two innocent men and women who died, I still felt desolate.

The four words "life is like grass" came to mind.

There are countless monsters and ghosts lurking in the current resorts. Once ordinary tourists without Taoist protection are targeted, how many people can escape?

The point is, they had no sin, so why should they die in vain?

I felt extremely angry at the evil spirits who killed innocent people indiscriminately, and it was just suppressed in my heart.

God knows what form the evil spirit formed by accumulated resentment takes?

At the beginning of its birth, it can shape itself as it wants, whether it is humanoid or other forms, even the shape of a black mist is not impossible.

Therefore, it is very difficult to find the evil spirit.

"Don't touch the body, let's go."

An Shi made a prompt decision.

Being delayed here is the other party's goal, so we can't let them succeed.

Everyone walked around the two corpses and continued on their way.

"Master An, the evil spirit's illusion is too strong. Are you sure we are going in the right direction?"

I moved closer to him, feeling a little worried.

These words made all the friends prick up their ears.

It is true that the level of the opponent's illusions is too high, such as that Jingguan. Without personal contact, there is no way to determine whether it is true or false. This is really frightening.

"You know the direction, I still have some confidence."

Master An turned to talk to me, and I noticed scattered light spots appearing in his pupils, and I realized that, just to be on the safe side, Master An had activated some kind of exploration pupil technique.

Therefore, even if the evil spirit's illusion is very powerful, it can still be broken by him.

"Master An is indeed unfathomable." I said this in my heart.

My yin and yang eyes are watching, but I am not sure how to break the illusion and determine the direction. By comparison, I can see that Master An's pupil technique is stronger than mine. At least, it is better than the old and young in terms of breaking the illusion and determining the direction.

"Then it's Master Lao." I responded, stepped back, and looked around cautiously.

We are getting closer to the villa area. Just turn the corner in front and you will be there.

Suddenly, a figure appeared around the bend, a very tall figure.

We stopped and looked over with solemn expressions.

This is the third time we have been forced to stop, but we have no choice.

Because, in the hand of the tall figure was a scimitar, and the scimitar was placed on the neck of the missing casual cultivator Pang Luan.

The mist enveloped the tall figure, making it difficult to see his face clearly, but Pang Luan's appearance was clearly visible.

His eyes were blank, as if he had lost consciousness. There was no look in his wide-open eyes, and he was completely unaware of his situation.

"You are not allowed to take a step forward, otherwise, I will kill him."

A low, extremely stressful male voice sounded, with murderous intent.

With these words, the surrounding fog shook, and an indescribable evil spirit spread, making people feel chilled all over.

"Are you an evil spirit from another dimension?"

I stared at the other party with a cold tone.

After the mist, those evil eyes shining with red light blinked, and the evil spirit Jie Jie laughed strangely.

"What evil spirit is not evil? Human beings, don't judge me at will. Now, I ask you to stop where you are and not move, otherwise, this person will die! He is your companion, don't you care about his life or death?

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This guy looked like he had us defeated.

"Hmph, you are good at illusions. How do we know whether the person in your hands is real or fake? You use illusions to create a hostage situation and just want to stop us? Are you too naive?"

How could Cui Tanglang be so angry? Regardless of the threat, he took a step forward and pointed at the opponent with a fly whisk.

"do not move."

Master An was startled and gave hurried orders.

The other party said that if he took one more step, he would kill someone. Cui Tanglang did not stop where he was and made any random moves, with disastrous consequences.

The red eyes in the fog immediately showed murderous intent, and after a ferocious snort, he slashed with the scimitar.

"No!"

The mages and I all exclaimed.

Peng!

Sanxiu Pangluan's head has fallen to the ground.

The moment before his death, he regained consciousness. For a moment, his eyes were full of panic, and then there was a deep sense of unwillingness.

As the head fell to the ground, the corpse shriveled up in an instant. Immediately afterwards, we all felt that the soul hidden in the corpse was swallowed up by the evil thing using some incredible means.

This scene is heart-wrenching.

The headless corpse was thrown over and hit in front of us, blood staining the ground red.

Over there, the mist shook, and another person appeared under the scimitar, a girl with blank eyes.

It is Huama, one of the missing sisters.

The scimitar, gleaming with cold light and full of bloodlust, was placed across the girl's neck.

"You can check it yourself to see if it's an illusion. The corpse will be thrown over."

The evil spirit in the fog sent a sinister message, instructing us to check the corpse.

"Priest Mantis, please check."

An Shi's voice was very cold, and you could feel that he was holding back his breath.

Cui Tanglang's face was very ugly. She took a few steps forward, squatted down, and touched the headless corpse with a whisk.

The whisk was actually pressed against the corpse, proving the entity.

Cui Tanglang stood up with a darkened face, stepped forward without saying a word, bent down and reached out, picked up the head that had fallen nearby, and placed it in front of the corpse's neck.

During this process, the evil spirit in the fog did not respond and allowed Cui Tanglang to do whatever he wanted.

After the head was placed, it did not change into anyone else's face, indicating that it was not an illusion and that the deceased was the missing casual cultivator Pang Luan.
Chapter completed!