Chapter 987

"Where's the Taoist priest!" some villagers showed an impatient look when they saw the wandering magician coming. At this time, all the children of each family were lost. Who has such a Taoist priest.

I just passed by. I suddenly felt that there were ghosts in Bali village, so I came to see if I can help you.

As soon as they heard that there were ghosts doing mischief, a surprised look appeared in the eyes of all the villagers. In front of them, the Taoist must be a little Taoist. Since cultivation began to spread, ordinary people began to accept the concept of immortals, so it's not surprising to see a hidden immortal.

"Taoist priest, I wonder if you can find our missing child?" a woman with tears on her face took the Taoist priest's arm and made a gesture to kneel down.

The Taoist held the woman in one hand and sighed: "what's the situation now? It seems that I'm still a step slower. The speed of the demon is faster than I thought!"

"The children in the whole village were taken away, and the immortal was asked to rescue them." all the villagers knelt down together, and Wang Zheng stood in the distance with his eyes on the Taoist.

The wandering magician's eyes also fell on Wang Zheng, and his face showed a different color, but he finally moved away. He just opened his mouth to the villagers in front of him and said, "I figured out that the evil spirit is the ancestor of your village. Please take me to your ancestral house!"

Wang Zheng also caught up with the old house yesterday, but he didn't see any Yin spirit in it. Although the wandering magician didn't look at his cultivation, he set his goal on the ancestor spirit of Bali village. The goal was very clear.

However, Wang Zheng was very interested in the origin of the wandering magician. Naturally, he would not expose him at this time. He just followed him and said nothing, ready to see what he wanted to do.

When the villagers came to the old house, the magician suddenly stopped, looked dignified and said in a deep voice: "what a strong resentment, how can this ancestor spirit degenerate into such a powerful resentment?"

The villagers were frightened when the wandering warlock said so. They took the wandering warlock with a frightened face and asked carefully, "fairy, I don't know if you can accept this complaining spirit?"

"It's hard to say that this complaining spirit has existed for at least decades, and has been worshipped by incense for a long time. It's powerful. If it wasn't for the alien invasion before, I'm afraid this complaining spirit would have appeared." the wandering magician showed a worried look and sighed a long time.

Wang Zheng sneered at one side. This guy is not just a magic stick. He definitely has other schemes.

The wandering magician pondered for a long time and said with a embarrassed face: "now in this situation, I can only sacrifice my longevity to suppress this demon, but I don't know how long it can be suppressed. After this, you must find someone with advanced cultivation to help destroy the demon!"

"The fairy didn't know how to thank him for his help."

The wandering warlock waved generously and then said to the people, "you leave first. I'm afraid that when the demons show up, they will cause killing karma. At that time, I may not be able to protect you completely!"

After hearing this, who would doubt the Youfang warlock, retreated one after another and handed over all the things here to the Youfang Warlock. Wang Zheng smiled, moved his body, and a vague shadow disappeared in the dark, while Wang Zheng left with the people.

After Wang Zheng and others all left, the wandering magician looked around stealthily and determined that there was no one. When he knew the suffering of all sentient beings, he suddenly turned into a ferocious smile.

"A group of fools, I didn't expect that after looking for so long, I finally found an ancestor who can refine souls. Guided by the blood of those children, I should be able to refine real evil spirit generals!"

Soon, a small bottle appeared in the magician's hand. The red blood in the small bottle shook. When the blood appeared, the golden light of the memorial tablet in the old house flashed and disappeared. A human form condensed by the golden light appeared in front of the magician and reached out to grab the small bottle.

The wandering magician seemed to have expected it long ago. His eyes were full of smiles. He dodged the golden man's hand. Suddenly, a piece of Rune paper flew out of his bag and landed on the golden man. The golden man seemed to be bound and could not move. Even the golden light around him began to become erratic.

"Got it!" the wandering magician's face was happy, put away the small bottle and rushed towards the golden man. Just when he was about to touch the golden man, a dark shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

"Who!" the wandering magician was surprised. Dozens of blood painted runes and seal characters were thrown towards the dark shadow. The runes and seal characters fell on the dark shadow like melting ice and snow, and the blood on them seemed to encounter some inexplicable force.

The dark shadow is winding along the trend, like a big hand holding the throat of the wandering warlock, and fear surges around the wandering warlock like a cold tide.

"Who are you!" the wandering warlock looked at the shadow and issued the most basic syllable.

"Who allowed you to capture the ancestral spirit and refine the ghost spirit here?" the cold voice came out from the dark shadow. The wandering warlock trembled. After a long time, he kowtowed and spit out a few words "holy orthodox school!"

"Lingzhengdao sect?" Wang Zheng frowned. He had never heard of this sect before, at least not registered in the Federation.

"What sect is lingzhengdao sect? Why haven't I heard of it? Did you just make up a sect sect to deceive me?" the voice of the dark shadow became colder and colder, and the power in his hand gradually increased. Soon, the face of the wandering magician turned purple.

"I didn't lie to you. Lingzheng Taoism has just appeared in the past two years. I'm just a disciple of the outer hall!"

After hearing this, the dark shadow hesitated for a long time. The power in his hand increased. The violent power went into the body of the wandering warlock and exploded the wandering warlock completely with a bang.

"Federal law, friars hurt mortals at will, and there is no amnesty for killing!" the shadow gradually turned into Wang Zheng's appearance. Looking at the immovable Zuling in front of him, Wang Zheng stretched out his hand and took off the runes and seals on the golden man. The golden man immediately regained his ability to move. The golden man stared at the bag of the wandering magician for a long time, then nodded at Wang Zheng, dispersed the golden light again and returned to the ranking.

The shadow King Zheng took out the bottle of blood from the bag and frowned. The Yin and Yang gas drilled into the bottle and swallowed up the blood. In a moment, a feeling of blood connection surged into his heart, and the appearance of the children appeared in Wang Zheng's mind.

The ability to trace the source of yin and Yang is not weaker than the combat ability, but Wang Zheng is rarely used to trace the source, so he has not revealed the landscape.

"Lingzhengdao sect... It seems that the elder needs to check the details of this sect. He has sneaked into the Federation, and the cultivation method of the wandering warlock feels like an old thing of the Yin division." if the Yin division's hand reaches into the Federation again, Wang Zheng doesn't interrupt it!

Thinking, Wang Zheng turned into a wandering magician and swaggered out. It was urgent to save the children first.