The reason why the Thirteen Evil Ghosts have united all the forces they can is not because of their reputation, but because the Thirteen Evil Ghosts have been doing more and more outrageous things recently. Some of their subordinates even broke into the temple and stole the jar that sealed the evil ghosts.

A massive crusade began. In addition to some serious cultivators, almost all the Taoist priests, monks, Yin-Yang masters, and Jianghu sorcerers participated.

But for ordinary people, they are unaware of it.

The best way is very simple. Fang Zhiyi, the leader of the Thirteen Guardians, saved Ma Xiuyun and died because of Ma Xiuyun. Using Ma Xiuyun to lure him out is the best way. If we can concentrate our strength to seal him, we will basically win.

After investigation, they found that as long as the leader Fang Zhiyi was gone, the other evil spirits would be in disarray.

The plan went smoothly.

Ma Xiuyun was also very proactive. She asked those who had seen the Thirteen Protectors recently along the way, and while visiting various dilapidated temples and tombs, she finally found Fang Zhiyi.

At this time, Fang Zhiyi was wearing a costume and singing a song about life and death and reincarnation on the stage in the town, and everyone in the audience was listening with great interest.

"Brother Zhiyi!" Ma Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief. She finally found him. This time she must make him leave the world!

Fang Zhiyi ignored her and continued to sing that sad and unwilling tune, which made people feel uncomfortable as if a knife was stabbing their hearts.

Ma Xiuyun didn't care about that and rushed straight to the stage: "Brother Zhiyi! Stop it!" She turned around and said, "You guys go! I'll block this place!"

But when she turned around, she was stunned. The people sitting in the audience were all evil spirits! The whole area around the stage was filled with a biting cold. Because she came on stage and affected Fang Zhiyi's performance, these evil spirits all had ferocious expressions.

“You guys…you guys…”

"Hahahaha, you!" A thunderous laugh came from the distance, and then a large army arrived.

"These demons and monsters have gathered together, which saves us a lot of effort!"

The head of the Kui clan stroked his goatee and said, "My friend, it's been a long time since we last met. I wonder if your thunder technique has improved?"

The tall and thin old man on the side did not reply, but just snorted coldly, pinched his fingers and pointed forward, and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down!

"Oh my god, rubbing the sky thunder with your hands?" Fang Zhiyi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was really a master among this group of people. He raised his sleeves, and a black air enveloped the sky above the stage, blocking the sky thunder.

"It's a bit strange, huh!" The old man continued to move. Fang Zhiyi looked at him and raised his hand slightly. The black air did not disperse, but hovered there, blocking three thunders in succession.

The old man was a little out of breath: "This evil ghost is extremely powerful! I'm afraid it's the Ghost King!"

The leader of the group shouted, "Everyone, come at me!"

He Wei was the first to jump out. The more he looked at this actor, the more uncomfortable he felt. He rushed out while crying, but before he could reach Fang Zhiyi, he was held down by two evil spirits, one on his left and one on his right. Then... they beat him up and threw him back.

These upright people felt deeply insulted.

Without exception, everyone who stepped forward was completely powerless to fight back. Enveloped by the black aura, talismans, sword techniques, cinnabar, and even formations were useless! They could only use their mortal bodies to fight against these evil spirits!

But this group of evil spirits didn't kill them, they just beat them up and threw them out.

Finally, several old men who were in charge of the battle looked at each other and stepped out together: "God, please help me! I am incompetent and I am blocked by the Ghost King today! Please save me, Grandmaster!" Their movements were different, but they all bit their tongues and sprayed a cloud of blood mist into the air.