Chapter Twenty-Four Easy Going

  "Huh? Who are you?" The Taoist priest's face was stern and he looked at Mao Xiaofang with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

  Mao Xiaofang smiled slightly: "You hit my apprentice, who do you think I am?"

  The Taoist priest's face changed greatly, Jiang Le was not as good as him, but he could force him to use his last resort, and he was not ordinary. Then his master must be even more powerful.

  He gazed deeply at Mao Xiaofang, but the Taoist elder couldn't see through his depth. Moreover, although Mao Xiaofang was just standing quietly, he gave him a feeling of being roasted by a fire pit, and his ghostly body seemed to be unable to bear it.

  So powerful!

  However, the old man in the Taoist robe was confident about his own magic insects and sneered: "It's not bad that you can recognize the Youming Magic Insect. Then you should also know how terrifying it is. If you don't want to die, hand over the Taoist decree."

  Mao Xiaofang's smile froze: "Forget it, the Youming Magic Insect is also a good divine object. It's a waste on you, why not give it to my disciple instead? It would be of great use to him."

  "You fools, you don't know what's good for you. Now you'll see the ferocity of the Netherworld Demonic Worms!" The Daoist robe-clad old man was enraged, and after finishing speaking, he didn't waste any more words. His figure flashed, and he charged towards Mao Xiaofang.

  Mao Xiaofang's expression remained calm, and after the ghostly child approached him in the old man's Taoist robe, he took action. His hands moved nimbly, pinching and grasping with decisive law, as pure Yang energy flowed through his fingers, entwining with the ghostly child in a fierce battle.

  Jiang Le was mesmerized, his eyes wide with wonder, and the pain of his injuries was forgotten as he stared intently.

  Master Mao Xiaofang should have demonstrated the Taoist martial arts.

  Watching him clap his hands, a series of magical forces formed the Eight Trigrams' illusory shadows, shattering evil in the void. This must be the Eight Trigrams Palm Technique, it feels so cool!

  "Huh? The sword is formed, the law is sharp like a sword energy, where it passes, all yin energy disappears. Is this really the Seven Star Sword Law? Damn, it's going to blow up!"

  Jiang Le's heart was racing like thunder, his blood boiling with excitement, and he wished he could join the battle between Guī Tóng and himself right now.

  Bang!

  A loud muffled sound, a burst of magical energy, and Mao Xiaofang and the Taoist elder separated.

  Mao Xiaofang's expression was calm and gentle, but the old man in the Taoist robe retreated five or six steps in a row, his face looking extremely unpleasant.

  "Abominable! You're actually the embodiment of Dao Soul!" After exchanging blows, the old man in the Daoist robe recognized Mao Xiaofang's form and felt both envy and anger.

  Mao Xiaofang smiled lightly: "Your insight is not bad, but you still haven't seen through my true nature."

  "Hmph, even if you are a Dao Soul Body, what can you do to me? I have the protection of the Youming Magic Worms, you can't do anything to me." The old man in the Daoist robe sneered.

  Mao Xiaofang smiled eerily: "Is that so? Then let me see your Netherworld Demon Bug."

  The old man in the Taoist robe had a ferocious face and said in a low voice, "This is your own death path, the ghostly demon bug, ah." He opened his body, looked up at the sky and let out a shrill scream, the sound was piercing to the ear, and it spread far and wide.

  At the sound, everyone in Bailu Town was stunned, and a small number of timid ones were almost scared to pee.

  "What the heck is this thing?! It's so scary! Hurry up and call the police!"

  In a continuous roar, the Daoist robe old man's body flashed with green light, and suddenly he opened his mouth, a green light burst out of his mouth, and went straight to Mao Xiaofang.

  Mao Xiaofang's figure flashed and dodged the green light's attack.

  Green light flashed again, continuing the attack.

  This time, Mao Xiaofang did not dodge, his hands crossed, and with a decisive pinch, a red eight trigrams appeared out of thin air, blocking the green light's attack.

  Hiss!

  The green light and the Bagua red light were locked in a fierce struggle, with neither able to gain the upper hand. The terrifying fluctuations of their magical powers spread out in waves, making Jiang Le feel like he was suffocating. He hastily retreated five or six meters before feeling slightly better.

  In an instant, the green light suddenly began to weaken, and even let out a terrified squeak.

  "What? The Sun is real fire, how can this be possible? You're a Dao soul body, how can you manipulate the Sun's true fire! This isn't scientific." A voice filled with extreme shock echoed from within the green light.

  "Hmph, I told you, you're blind to the truth. The Sun Slays Evil, separate us!" Mao Xiaofang sneered with a hint of pride, then transformed his spiritual energy into True Sunfire and pushed out fiercely.

  Buzz!

  The Bagua's momentum surged, its illusory shadow became crystal clear as if it had turned into a real entity. The red glow of the law was like a raging flame, its power astonishing.

  Shaken by the red flames, a mournful cry echoed, and it flew backward. After falling to the ground, the green light quickly dimmed, revealing the body wrapped in the green light, which turned out to be a black caterpillar.

  "Pffft!"

  As the green light on the caterpillar's body dimmed, a black light automatically detached and flew away. Quickly merging into the forest outside the Wei Mansion, that pinching law decided, standing still in the Taoist robe old man's body, the next moment, the Taoist robe old man opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of blood, then his face changed several times, and he fell straight down.

  "Xiao Le, use the fallen treasure money to absorb all the remaining evil laws in the body of the Youming magic worm, hurry up!" Mao Xiaofang shouted urgently.

  Ma Xiaofang, who was staring with his eyes wide open, quickly ran over and with a thought, the golden money appeared above his head and flew onto the body of the Youming Magic Bug.

  Then, Lu Baojin's money scattered and emitted a strong suction force. The black caterpillar on the ground suddenly had black evil energy emerging from its body, which was constantly being swallowed by Lu Baojin's money. In an instant, the black color on the black caterpillar's body faded a bit.

  Mao Xiaofang smiled and nodded, then turned to look outside the Wei mansion, praising: "This evil cultivator hasn't died yet, he really has many ways to save his life."

  Jiang Le was shocked: "No way, he's still not dead? Is he Xiao Qiang?"

  "Although he's not dead, his soul is already injured. Even if he wakes up, he'll become an idiot. Never mind, staying in this world would be suffering for him anyway. I'll go send him off."

  As he spoke, Mao Xiaofang transformed into a red light and flew out of the Wei mansion.

  Jiang Le let out a sigh of relief, feeling reassured. If he were to die because of this, his conscience would be troubled.

  "Ah, this fighting method is really treacherous, almost got killed here."

  Yes, there is another one.

  Jiang Le's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the motionless ghost child.

  After a moment of vigilance, Jiang Le's face showed confusion, and he muttered to himself: "Strange, this guy seems to be in an abnormal state?"

  "Of course not, its divine soul has been devoured by the Netherworld Demonic Bug and now only a ghostly shell remains, which will collapse and disappear at any moment." Ma Xiaofang's voice rang out.

  Jiang Le was shocked and took a look at the seemingly unconscious Youming Magic Worm: "This thing, is it that powerful?"

  Mao Xiaofang said seriously: "It's extremely powerful and very useful to you. Hmm, someone is coming, I'll slip away first and talk to you in detail when I get back."

  Suddenly, Mao Xiaofang's expression changed, and he hastily said a couple of words before transforming into a red light that flew back into Jiang Le's yellow cloth bag.

  Jiang Le looked back and saw a group of people from the Wei family running out.

  "Abundant soldiers, excellent."

  A loud cry, Yao Xue was the first to rush out of the hall and ran to the side of her children who had fainted and fallen to the ground, pale with fear, calling out in a sobbing voice:

  "Jia Jia, Feng Bing, wake up! Wake up! Don't scare Mommy, okay?"

  Wei Guodong and Wei Jiaming also came out, their faces pale with shock.

  "Tian Shi, my daughter and son, what about them?" Wei Jiaming looked at Jiang Le and asked tremulously.

  "These two little guys are too curious, they actually came out to watch me fight and accidentally got possessed by a ghost."

  "What? Possessed by a ghost?" The crowd was frightened, even the calm old man Wei Guodong was not calm, and he looked at Jiang Le for help.

  "Relax, I've already forced the evil spirit out. They're just unconscious now, and with some good care, they'll be fine."

  Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

  Then Zhang Guixin pointed at the ghost child not far away and exclaimed: "Ghost, ghost!"