Chapter 233 You are welcome to seek revenge on me!
"Cuckoo~"

Wang Yuanjing didn't even activate the Qi Chong Yin and Yang and Reverse Life.

With just one punch, the spirit that was hit first let out a shrill scream.

"Cuckoo!"

The golden flames started from the contact surface and spread around the body.

The pure yang fire encountered the yin spirit, which was a natural antagonism. The intense pain caused the spirit to start running around everywhere.

The remaining four spirits couldn't help but feel fear when they saw the miserable performance of their own kind and the strong sense of threat coming from the golden flames.

Wang Yuanjing found the right opportunity and threw two punches, bang bang.

Two more spirits followed suit.

At the same time, the first spirit body burned by the Yang Fire was already somewhat languid, and it had no strength left to resist the baptism of the Demonic Curse of Transformation and Freedom, and fell into a trance.

Wang Yuanjing was afraid that it would be burned to death before he could convert it, so he retracted the flame.

Just as he was preparing to attack the last two.
Xue Fan, who was standing far away, suddenly went around behind the old witch, raised the mourning stick in his hand and hit him hard on the back of the head.

A sorcerer who doesn't care about his life and whose energy is focused on the battle ahead, could not escape Xue Fan's sneak attack.

He fainted immediately.

The man carrying the banner snatched the old witch's sheep-head walking stick and played with it with a curious look on his face.

What a good thing!

After the old witch was attacked, the two remaining spirits planned to go back to rescue their master, but they were caught up by Wang Yuanjing and defeated in a few moves.

"well done!"

He gave Xue Fan a thumbs up.

The man carrying the banner touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

After all four spirits were affected by the curse, Wang Yuanjing took back the yang fire from their bodies.

“It’s really because of the lard that the heart is blinded”

Wang Yuanjing sighed as he watched these witches and shamans sinking into lust and unable to extricate themselves.

"What will happen to them?"

The ghost master came forward and asked with some concern.

Wang Yuanjing told the other party the effect of his Heavenly Devil Spell:

“The spirit will sink completely and become the same as those evil spirits, driven by the White Bone Bodhisattva.

"As for people, if they can bear it, they can live, if they can't bear it, they will die."

The ghost master looked at the witches with crooked mouths and squinting eyes.

I really have no hope that they can survive the inner torture.

"Can it be saved?"

he hesitated and asked.

These people are of noble status and have high positions in their respective families. If they die here, the subsequent impact will be very serious, and the entire Daliang Mountain may be seriously damaged.

Even if he went to the opposite side, he was still a part of Daliangshan after all.

"I can't save you. The sound of the Buddhist chant has entered your soul. You can only rely on yourself to live or die."

Wang Yuanjing shook his head.

Under the sound of Sanskrit, everyone is equal.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Demonic Spell of Transmutation!
"How do you use this thing?"

Xue Fan walked over with a mourning stick in one hand and a sheep-head cane in the other, and asked with some confusion.

He fiddled with it for a while, but couldn't figure out the trick.

I had no choice but to come here to ask professionals for help.

"This is a keepsake of the Yoshie family. If you take it, something bad will happen."

The ghost master kindly reminded him and told him the status of the Yoshiji family in the entire Daliang Mountain.

"What are you afraid of?"

Xue Fan obviously didn't care.

Being a Quanxing means you have to put your head on the line.

If this thing gets into his hands, no matter how stupid the Jizhi family is, even if the king of heaven comes, they won’t be able to take it back.

Forehead.
Xue Fan looked at Wang Yuanjing and the corpse demon Tu Junfang with some guilt.

Except for those two.

"Then I'll teach you a method then."

The ghost master nodded.

"light and spacious!"

Xue Fan gave a thumbs up. Now he liked this old man more and more, and all the previous things could be written off.

"I'll find a professional to help you change your look. It's not good to be remembered by others every day."

Wang Yuanjing looked at the sheep-head cane in Xue Fan's hand, thought for a moment and said.

This thing should be some kind of magical weapon, and its style is very unique. Old Ma will definitely be interested in it.

He has no idea about the structure of the magical instruments, so he can only leave it to Lao Ma.

After hearing this, Danfan's eyes lit up:
"Change it into a banner."

"Row!"

Wang Yuanjing agreed readily.

He thought so too. If Xue Fan didn’t have a flag, what was the point of calling him Xue Fan?
He took the sheep-head crutch from the other party, took out the devouring sac, and took it back with a flash of red light.

"what is this?"

Xue Fan said with a look of surprise.

"Eating sac, little thing."

Wang Yuanjing replied, and he took out a few more pills from his pocket and handed them to everyone present.

Even the ghost lord's two children got one.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. I've refined a lot of this stuff. Take it."

He said this nonchalantly, and introduced the effects and usage of the sac to everyone.

Xue Fan and Tu Junfang looked angry.

What a good thing!

The strategic value of this thing is immeasurable, especially for the two of them. With this thing, things will be much easier.

"When did you learn to refine weapons?"

Tu Junfang said with a look of surprise.

Drawing talismans, reversing life, and refining equipment.
Is there anything else you don’t know?
If one day Wang Yuanjing told me that he had refined the Nine-transformation Golden Pill and planned to give me one to help me become an immortal.
Tu Junfang felt that he would not be too surprised.

"Those who practice for fun cannot compare to true masters."

Wang Yuanjing said modestly.

He is not Versailles. In the field of refining equipment, he is very biased and is far inferior to Ma Xianhong in comprehensiveness.

"This is so precious!"

The ghost master hurriedly declined.

“Precious is just for you, for me it’s just a matter of taking some time.

"At worst, you can just teach Xue Fan some more witchcraft."

Wang Yuanjing shook his head.

The ghost master turned his head and saw his two children who were reluctant to let go of him, but in the end he remained silent.

Forget it, I owe them too much.

"Brother! You are my brother!"

Xue Fan hugged Wang Yuanjing with a touched look on his face, but was pushed away by the latter with a look of disgust.

After a while
The White Bone Bodhisattva walked over, and his five-meter-tall body gave a very oppressive feeling in front of everyone.

There were many more dark shadows surrounding her, and a rough count showed that there were nearly a hundred of them. This was truly a night parade of a hundred demons.

"All right?"

Wang Yuanjing raised his eyebrows.

“How many survived?”

The White Bone Bodhisattva raised five fingers.

"so much?"

Wang Yuanjing looked over with some surprise.

There were many people lying on the ground, and they looked happy until the moment they died.

It's really chilling.

The five people still standing, including the old witch, all looked terrified after noticing Wang Yuanjing's gaze.

Obviously, the scene just now left a huge shadow in their hearts.

Wang Yuanjing walked up to these people and said with a smile:

“I’m Wang Yuanjing.

"You are welcome to seek revenge on me! You can leave now."

(End of this chapter)