Chapter 930: Banbuduo Inn

“…It’s Brother Zhan!”

Bai Yutang was shocked when he saw this, and then he looked helpless.

Sure enough, once the matter involved Bao Gong, Zhan Zhao’s actions would be difficult to calm down.

There was no other way, Bai Yutang had to jump down, cooperate with Zhan Zhao, and double-team from another direction.

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“Damn it, who is against me?”

On the high platform, the dishevelled Taoist Xing Ji was shocked and angry.

Not long ago, the altar he built in the courtyard suddenly moved. If he hadn’t arrived in time to assist, I’m afraid the entire high platform would have been shaken by the sudden appearance of golden light.

“There must be a master performing magic in Bao Zheng’s mansion, and in terms of cultivation, I am not his opponent.”

“But it doesn’t matter. With the Yin Demon Blood given by the Saint Lord, even if that person has superb skills, it is impossible to save Bao Zheng alive!”

Just when Taoist Xing Ji gritted his teeth and thought about this in his heart, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light bursting out on the jade bottle, as if it came from behind his head.

Taoist Xing Ji was startled, not caring about the table in front of him, and hurriedly dodged sideways in embarrassment.

"Swish--"

The sword light flashed, tearing a gap in the tablecloth hanging on the table.

Taoist Xing Ji fell to the ground, looking at the figure behind him with a look of shock and anger.

The other party was dressed in black, holding the Juque sword, the sword tip flashing coldly, staring at him and said: "Demon, accept your death!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Zhao circulated the true energy in his body, raised the sword and swung it, and suddenly the sword energy broke away from the sword tip and turned into a streak of silk to slash at the Taoist on the ground.

"Ding--"

With a buzzing sound, the Taoist robe on Taoist Xing Ji's body emitted a faint light, which actually enveloped his body and blocked Zhan Zhao's sword.

"Bang!"

The bright white sword light flashed from both sides of Taoist Xing Ji, easily tearing the high platform, leaving a deep sword mark of seven or eight meters.

The sword mark stopped at the edge of the platform, causing Bai Yutang, who had just landed on the platform, to tiptoe and float up again.

"... Is it you?!"

Looking at Zhan Zhao's murderous face, Taoist Xing Ji was terrified, and hurriedly got up from the ground and fled to the stage.

"Where are you running!"

Zhan Zhao shouted angrily, then jumped up and slashed Taoist Xing Ji's back with a sword.

The surging force burst out instantly, slashing Taoist Xing Ji's body and flying like a cannonball to the stage.

The violent force was blocked by the dim light on Taoist Xing Ji's body, and suddenly exploded, like invisible steel needles, shooting everywhere, piercing black holes on the platform.

"Crack, crack--"

As the sound of cracking sounded, the bluestone platform shook violently.

Seeing that the platform was about to collapse, Bai Yutang retracted his gaze from Taoist Xing Ji, tiptoed, floated to the table, and grabbed the white jade bottle that was about to fall to the ground.

When he turned around again, Zhan Zhao had already rushed to the stage with a sword.

Bai Yutang sighed, knowing that Zhan Zhao had entrusted the jade bottle and the wooden man to him.

So, without hesitation, he jumped up and flew onto the house before the platform collapsed completely.

"Boom boom--"

With a loud bang, the platform collapsed completely, and the table, incense candles and blood flags on the platform were scattered into the rubble.

On the eaves, Bai Yutang held the jade bottle, looked at Zhan Zhao buried in the smoke and dust below, and then looked at the guards and private soldiers outside the courtyard who were startled, and laughed loudly, saying: "Bai is leaving!"

The laughter containing the true energy echoed like thunder over the Tai Shi Mansion.

Many guards and private soldiers were attracted by him and chased in the direction of the sound angrily.

The footsteps and shouts around him became more and more dense. Bai Yutang looked at the direction of the ruins of the high platform, sighed, and then jumped up. His figure swept across the roof like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, he left the Taishi Mansion and rushed to Bao Gong's Mansion.

At the same time, Zhan Zhao slashed at the chest of Taoist Xing Ji with a sword, causing his figure to fly upside down, smash the courtyard wall, and fall into the rubble.

At this time, the dim light on Taoist Xing Ji's body had cracks, and it was obvious that he would be chopped to pieces by Zhan Zhao if he struck a few more swords.

He gritted his teeth, did not get up, just lay in the rubble, reached out and took out a gray flag from his arms, and shook it violently.

"Huhu--"

In an instant, the wind blew, and black air surged out of the flag, turning into a ghost general wearing black armor, holding a big sword, and shining with dim light in his eyes in front of Taoist Xing Ji.

Seeing this, Zhan Zhao sneered and strode forward.

"They are just some ghosts and monsters. Do you think you can stop me?"

Taoist Xing Ji raised his hand and pointed, shouting in shock and anger: "Kill him!"

The ghost general's eyes shone with a dim light, and he immediately stepped forward with a sword and fought with Zhan Zhao.

As Zhan Zhao said, in front of the martial arts of the Southern Hero and the dragon and tiger spirit of the official, the ghost general was indeed not his opponent.

The man and the ghost only fought for a few rounds, and the ghost general had several hideous cracks on his body.

Seeing this, Taoist Xing Ji was shocked and quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the outside of the Grand Master's Mansion without looking back.

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...

On the other side, Bai Yutang rushed back to Bao Gong's Mansion as fast as possible.

He did not greet anyone in the mansion, but went straight to the study, wanting to hand the jade bottle to Zishan Zhenren.

Soon, the door of the study opened, and Bai Yutang walked in quickly with the jade bottle.

"Master, look at this thing, is it the medium for casting spells?"

Zishan Zhenren took it and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work!"

As he said that, he waved his sleeves and shattered the jade bottle, revealing the wooden man soaked in Yin Mo blood.

Bai Yutang and Xu Xian looked closely and found that the wooden man was indeed as Taoist Tan Yue said, with Bao Gong's name and age written on it.

Zishan Zhenren stretched out his left hand, holding the wooden man and the blood ball in the air, and carefully separated the wooden man from the Yin Mo blood with his magic power, and then stored the Yin Mo blood in another jade bottle.

As for the wooden man, Zishan Zhenren raised his palm and clapped it, and suddenly a golden red flame burst out, wrapped around the wooden man, and made it burn fiercely.

In the process of the wooden man burning to ashes, Bai Yutang noticed that the first thing to be burned out was the name and age written on the wooden man, and then the wooden man itself as the medium for the spell.

At the same time, as the wooden man burned, wisps of black gas emerged from it, floating about half a foot high, and then mysteriously disappeared, as if flowing to an unknown place.

Zishan Zhenren's eyes flashed with golden light, and he followed the black gas and immediately saw the scene several streets away.

On the empty street, an old Taoist priest with disheveled hair was running for his life.

Behind him, a black shadow was holding a sword, leaping and chasing in the moonlight, following closely.

There is no doubt that this is the Taoist Xing Ji and the Southern Hero Zhan Zhao who just ran out of the Taishi Mansion!

Zishan Zhenren's eyes flashed with golden light, and he looked in the direction where the Taoist Xing Ji ran away, and found that the breath of people on the street gradually decreased, and the yin energy became gradually thicker.

The most peculiar thing is that in this situation where yin is strong and yang is weak, several figures who hurriedly passed by appeared on the originally empty street.

...There is something wrong with this street!

Zishan Zhenren frowned, and once again transferred his magic power to his eyes, and his vision extended forward.

In an instant, a strange inn appeared in front of him.

Judging from the appearance, this inn is just a little old, and its decoration and structure are no different from other inns.

But the strange thing is that it is clearly the middle of the night, but the door of the inn is open. A strange-looking waiter is waiting outside the door of the inn, leaning on the counter bored, selling dozens of lanterns.

Seeing this scene, Zishan Zhenren's face sank, and he immediately turned his eyes to the plaque above the inn.

It turned out that there were indeed three large characters engraved on it - Half a Step!

"I knew it..."

Zishan Zhenren showed a hint of coldness on his face.

As a demon king who had reborn in Nirvana, he was naturally familiar with the name of the Half a Step Inn.

This is an extremely peculiar place, equivalent to a transit station for the three realms. No matter whether it is human, god, or demon, as long as you know the method, you can go to the demon path, the demon path, or even the immortal path and the underworld through this place.

Now, the three realms of immortals and Buddhas are not visible, and the immortal way or the heaven, like the underworld, has become a chaotic place occupied by demons.

Taoist Xing Ji fled here, obviously wanting to go to the devil's way through the Banbuduo Inn.

As for the reason, it is also very simple. If Zishan Zhenren remembered correctly, the devil's way has been occupied by the old bat. His body is a thousand-year-old purple bat spirit. After occupying the devil's way, he called himself the Saint of the devil's way.

Taoist Xing Ji worked for the old bat, and now he is being hunted down. It is normal for him to want to escape to the devil's way.

... You want to ask the old bat for help, right?

Can the Taoist let you go?

Zishan Zhenren sneered, waved his sleeves, and flew away from the study on the cloud.

Bai Yutang and Xu Xian in the study were stunned by the situation, and the former hurriedly said: "Hey, Taoist priest, where are you going, what about Bao Gong?"

Zishan Zhenren's voice came from the horizon.

"Don't worry, Bao Zheng is fine. As for me, I will go and meet the demon who cast the curse!"

...Is it solved?

Xu Xian looked at Bao Zheng who was unconscious on the bed in a daze.

Bai Yutang was refreshed and quickly jumped out of the study, shouting: "Master, wait for me!"

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On the other side, Zhan Zhao flew over the roof, following closely behind Taoist Xing Ji, and found that the other party disappeared inexplicably from his sight after turning the corner.

Not only that, a large area of ​​fog suddenly appeared on the street ahead, blocking his vision.

Zhan Zhao frowned, feeling uneasy, and immediately landed in the middle of the street, holding a sharp sword, and stepped into the fog vigilantly.

At the same time, Taoist Xing Ji had already arrived at the Banbuduo Inn with a specific method.

He looked at the mist behind him, breathed a sigh of relief, and then shook his head with a sneer, saying, "After all, he is just a mortal."

After saying that, he took off the talisman paper on his feet and walked quickly to the door of the inn.

The waiter at the door raised his eyelids, looked at him, and then asked lightly: "Where are you from, sir?"

Xing Ji Laodao hurriedly said, "From where I came from."

The waiter asked again, "Where are you going?"

Xing Ji Laodao smiled: "Where are you going——"

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly burst out in the sky, and a golden mountain phantom fell from the sky, instantly shattering the Taoist robe light. While Xing Ji Laodao was still smiling, he was crushed into meat paste with a puff.

"..."

The waiter's face was stunned, and he quickly stood up and looked at the sky in astonishment.

I saw a purple-robed Taoist falling from the sky and landing in front of him. Looking at the meat paste under his feet, he said disdainfully: "Want to run?"

"Have you asked the Taoist master?"