Butcher Wang himself did not expect that things would reach a deadlock in such a short period of time.

Just as Butcher Wang was gripping the handle of his knife, more than a dozen lights came across the sky.

Butcher Wang suddenly raised his head and cursed with a smile: "Dogs, badgers, you are finally here."

Wang Xiaohuan, Lin Zhao and I rushed over when the wind chimes vibrated.

At the same time, I saw Ye Yang's sword energy shaking the Kong family's gold and silver into the air.

At that time, I stopped Wang Xiaohuan and Lin Zhao who wanted to go in for reinforcements: "I estimate that Xia Xia must be controlled by others. If we go in like this, not only will we not be able to help, but we will easily force Xia Xia into a traitor."

Confucianism."

"Badger, put some white lights in."

"There is Ye Yang in the yard, and the coffin must not be in the yard, otherwise Ye Yang will not stop attacking."

"Ye Yang is in the yard. I estimate that Senior Sister and the others won't go too far into Kong's house. You can try burning the main hall in front with a white lamp."

Not long after Wang Xiaohuan's white lights were launched into the sky, the wind chimes hanging around the yard started vibrating like crazy. Ghosts in the yard soared into the sky, like swarms of moths flying towards the lights in the air.

At the same time, Ye Yang's sword energy bloomed in the sky, and the dazzling sword light was like a white chrysanthemum blooming in the light. It was graceful and luxurious, with a domineering air of solemnity. When my flower blooms, all the flowers bow their heads.

The light and shadow composed of sword light swept through the air, and the phosphorus fire transformed by the ghost was like green leaves, setting off the famous flowers.

The sword shadow and fluorescence complement each other, but represent the demise of countless ghosts.

"The cold dog's sword has achieved great domineering power!" While I was talking to myself, Wang Xiaohuan's white lamp fell on the roof of Kong's house, and flames shot up into the sky.

As soon as I locked my eyes on the blazing flames on the roof, I saw the burning tiles being rushed into the air by a strong force, streaked with red lights, and falling in all directions. The violent aura coming from the house shot up into the sky after shaking off the flames.

And up.

"I understand what's going on." I turned around and said: "Little dog, you go in and help senior sister control Xia Xia. Your grappling skills are the best among us. Don't hurt Xia Xia."

Xia, just capture her."

"Badger, come with me!"

Lin Zhao flew into the Kong house, and I took Wang Xiaohuan to the slightly smaller Kong house.

As soon as I arrived at the door, the door of Confucius' house opened automatically. Someone sitting in the courtyard of Confucius' house raised his voice and said, "It's great to have friends from far away. Friends from outside, how about coming in and having a glass of wine?"

I strode into Kong's house and what I saw was an old man sitting in the moonlight drinking alone.

The other party made an invitation gesture to me: "I don't know if a distinguished guest is here, but I only have some salt beans, peanuts, and a pot of wine. Please don't dislike it."

I sat down in front of the other party and asked, "My friend, are you preparing to make a deal, or are you planning to just surrender?"

The old man poured himself a glass of wine: "No fight. When you guys showed up at the door, I knew I couldn't win."

"You didn't even enter the gate and you were able to figure out my position. What's the point of fighting anymore?"

"What I want to ask is, can you spare my life?"

I couldn't help but feel secretly in my heart: There was something wrong with this old man! He seemed too calm.

At the end of the road, even a wealthy person would inevitably collapse emotionally and lose control on the spot, but he acted so calmly.

Is it because he sees the outcome too clearly?

Or is he confident?

I asked, "What if you stay? What if you don't stay?"

The old man picked up a salt bean and chewed it in his mouth for a long time before saying: "Leave me alone, I will tell you how to use the Soul Gathering Coffin."

"If you don't keep it, I will give you the Soul Gathering Coffin."

I calmly held the handle of the knife and said, "You are not the ghost in the coffin. Who are you?"

The man laughed and said, "I am the man in the coffin."

"In front of the grave, a cup of wine is given to a close friend, and in the coffin, a child is held to face the yin and yang. Where in the world can one come to confess his soul? The sage stops at the Half-Xian Village."

As the man spoke, he placed a coffin the size of a palm on the table.

My eyes suddenly shrank: "Are you the Coffin Eight Meridians, the coffin keeper of the Confucian sect?"

"Even so!" As the man spoke, another face appeared in front of me - Mr. Soul Confession.

I finally understood why Lao Liu was able to deceive the entire Banxian Village and become a guest of Confucianism.

That's because he really found Mr. Soul Confessor.

They should have arrived at Banxianzhuang together.

fan!

The fan that Lao Liu held was not his Thousand Souls Destroyer, but a white paper folding fan.

If I guessed correctly, that fan should have been made by Mr. Confessor.

He can actually use a fan to carry the righteousness of Confucianism?

How far has his cultivation reached?

Before I could recover from the shock, I heard Mr. Confession Hun laugh and say: "The little girl from the Xia family is indeed extraordinary. I thought she would have to work hard for a while before she could become a Confucian scholar. I didn't expect that she would break through so quickly.

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"How about we wait for her for a while?"

Just as I was looking at Mr. Chanhun, Ye Yang and the others came over at the same time and stood behind me.

Mr. Confessor smiled and said: "Since we are all here, let's sit together! It has been many years since I have sat with so many young heroes."
Chapter completed!