Seeing this scene, Tao Qian's pupils shrank.

This was the second time he saw a monk cast a spell, although Yang Ding's earth-escape magic was far less powerful than the young Taoist who looked like a madman on the dock.

But to Tao Qian, it was still very magical.

After the spell was cast, the Yang Ding seemed to have been consumed a lot, and there were some side effects. The body was shaking uncontrollably.

I saw him slowly taking out a black and yellow piece of stuff from his arms that smelled like a "dung ball".

I picked two pieces out with my fingernails and stuffed them into my nose.

"hiss"

This wretched old man started smoking a cigarette on the spot, enjoying himself.

The body trembles and then subsides.

It was at this moment that Tao Qian, who was in the dark, thought for half a second and then moved.

Once he made a decision, Tao Qian would not hesitate at all.

Because this body now has an affinity for the wind and has absolute control over its power.

Tao Qian's figure "floated" behind Yang Ding like a ghost. Without any pretense, he thrust out a hand.

It was so fast that even Tao Qian himself was startled, and the palm of his hand was already pinching the neck of this wretched old man.

Yang Ding, an old beast, has done too many unscrupulous things.

Naturally, he had ulterior motives, and even when he had to pay the price for casting spells, he remained vigilant and had a backup plan.

As soon as his neck fell into the hands of a stranger, and he instantly felt the terrifying power contained in that palm, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately formed seals with his hands, even skipping the step of reciting a mantra.

With a low drink, yellow light surged up.

The figure of this old beast will immediately disappear and disappear into the ground.

But at this moment, Tao Qian suddenly came up to him, opened his mouth slightly, and also let out a low drink.

But when Yang Ding heard his voice, it was completely different.

"Roar"

In an instant, Yang Ding heard a drum sound that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness.

In the sound of the drum, there was a power that evil creatures like him could not resist.

In a daze, he saw his disembodied body dissipate, then his will, and finally his soul, as if torn apart by the storm, not even a trace remained.

Until the moment before his death, Yang Ding wanted to turn his head back in fear and anger, trying to see clearly who the person who attacked and killed him was.

But when it turned into ashes, he failed to achieve his wish and just sank into darkness in fear.

And after he died, in the alley.

Tao Qian looked at his empty hands and the pile of clothes on the ground, and was stunned.

"What's going on? I didn't have time to exert any force. I just followed the fighting instinct in the Zhanlong fragment and roared."
Chapter completed!