"You're a thousand-year-old ghost king, but you look so disgusting. You don't even have your own consciousness. You're just a bunch of random thoughts. I think you should go to hell and get fried in oil. Who knows, you might be reborn in your next life. Being a beast is better than looking so ugly like this now."

While fighting, several people did not forget to taunt and attract hatred.

The Millennium Ghost King has six heads, each covered with densely packed eyes. His body looks like it is pieced together from various things, with every limb of the human body. His feet don't look like human feet, but look a bit like animal hooves if you look closely.

From time to time, hands would reach out from his stomach to grab the magical weapons that were hitting him.

After being ridiculed by the grumpy Taoist priest, his stomach began to make gurgling sounds, which sounded a bit harsh. The Taoist priest with the peach wood sword couldn't help but take a half step back because of the sound waves.

"You cursed too harshly!"

The grumpy Taoist priest said: "I don't want to either. I'm just afraid that he will discover the formation."

"I don't know if it's done over there. Did you get a signal?"

Taomu Sword Daoist shook his head, "Not yet. It's only been three hours. It will take at least five hours to transport all the people."

This algorithm takes into account all the standing spaces on the vehicle, including those where people are lying on the roof. It would take five hours to transport a thousand people.

"What should I do? I have used up all my treasures." another warlock shouted.

"Mine are almost gone."

"This thousand-year-old ghost king in the mass grave is truly extraordinary. We've run out of talisman paper and props, so we have to go in person."

"How the hell are we going to deal with this thing? It's very powerful. We've already pissed it off. I think it's going to fight us to the death."

"There's no other way. We have to go up even if we can't. We have to wait until Fellow Daoist Sloppy comes over."

“Hehehe~”

Smelling the smell of pig manure, even though the pig had been knocked unconscious, the smell of manure was still with him. An Jingzhi felt like he was living a year in a day, and he was driving the bus very fast.

He forced the task, which was supposed to take five hours, to be completed in four and a half hours.

The tourists who were rescued were crowded into the bus, not daring to speak, and some of them lay on the roof of the bus.

They had just been rescued and were weak. If they hadn't been tied up with ropes, they would definitely have been thrown off at the speed An Jingzhi was driving.

After sending this group of people away, the mission was finally completed.

An Jingzhi also sent in ten live pigs, two solid black dogs, and ten roosters.

They used a tattered and rickety bus to pull the sloppy Taoist priest along, spreading black dog blood all the way. After the blood of ten pigs had been drained, they went to report to Taoist Master Zhang and Taoist Master Sanshui.

In order to ensure that everything was safe, after rescuing the people, the sloppy Taoist priest saw that there was still some time, so he set up a formation with Taoist priests Sanshui and Zhang.

In this way, the chance of saving the thousand-year-old ghost king has increased a little.

While driving the bus, An Jingzhi glanced at the sloppy Taoist priest who remained calm and composed, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Sloppy turned serious and said, "It's just pig shit."

An Jingzhi admired him and said, "Master, you are amazing. I just wanted to remind you that you are sitting on a pile of pig shit."

The sloppy Taoist priest froze for a moment, and said insincerely, "It's okay."

Soon they found Taoist Sanshui and Taoist Zhang. After asking about the situation, the three of them couldn't wait to find Taoist Taomu Jian and meet up with them.

"If it weren't for the fact that live pigs are difficult to deceive the formation, we should have killed all the pigs before transporting them in." Taoist Sanshui was a little disgusted by the smell of pig manure in the truck.

He glanced at An Jingzhi sympathetically and said, "Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoist."

An Jingzhi shook his head, his face full of seriousness. "It's not hard for me. I just smell some pig shit. The sloppy Taoist priest is still so sage-like even though he's sitting on pig shit."

The two junior brothers kept looking towards the sloppy Taoist priest's position, "Senior brother is indeed a senior brother, still so unconventional."

Sloppy Taoist: "..."

No matter how unconventional he is, he doesn't want to get pig shit stuck to him!

"I don't know how the other fellow Taoists are doing. Please drive faster." He changed the subject.

"Yes, I don't know whether that shameless old man is dead or not. I hope they can hold on until we get there." Taoist Sanshui said.

"We have set up the formation, this thousand-year-old ghost can't escape."

"He can't run away, and we may not be able to kill him. We still have to waste time."

"That's better than risking our lives," said Taoist Sanshui. "Thanks to you, young friend. If it weren't for you, how could we have easily exchanged the living person at the center of the formation?"

"Speaking of which, your magic weapon is really good and very practical. It can defend, carry people, and even break formations. I'm afraid that the old Ghost King still doesn't know that his formation or his people have been replaced?"

The sloppy Taoist priest and An Jingzhi in the rearview mirror looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.

An Jingzhi said modestly: "It's not enough to rely on my magic weapon alone, I still have to rely on you Taoist priests."

Sanshui Taoist laughed heartily, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

…

The bad-tempered Taoist priest was slapped away by a strange claw that stretched out from the belly of the thousand-year-old ghost, and the big knife in his hand was knocked not far away.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the people around him who were being beaten back one after another, and cursed, "Has the formation been changed yet? Why is this old beggar so hesitant? He won't wait until we are all dead before coming, will he?"

The Taoist priest, holding on to his sword, managed to stand up. His body was covered in bloodstains. He said weakly, "We've used up all our talismans and props. Now we can only endure it. If you hadn't scolded me so harshly just now, this thousand-year-old ghost king wouldn't have been so angry."

The hot-tempered Taoist priest retorted unhappily, "How can you blame me for this? You guys scolded me too!"

Seeing the Millennium Ghost King coming towards him again, he quickly ran back, "Why is this ghost thing staring at me? Quick, find a way to lure it away!"

Tao Mu Jian Dao quickly stepped back and said, "I've already told you that you cursed too harshly, old man. You still don't believe me? Look at why he's staring at you specifically."

"Then what I said is true. Isn't he a weird creature?" The voice of the irritable Taoist priest who ran away came.

"You, must, die!" The words coming out of the Thousand-Year Ghost King's belly seemed to be the voices of thousands or tens of thousands of people at the same time, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, or even species.

Looking at the thousand-year-old ghost getting closer and closer, the grumpy Taoist priest still stubbornly said, "You ugly thing, not only are you ugly, but your voice is neither androgynous nor old! You are neither a ghost nor a beast! You are also narrow-minded and can't stand the truth!"

He quickened his pace to escape, thinking to himself, "My life is over."

"Ah! Ah!" The thousand-year-old ghost accelerated violently.

The ground was stomping with a thud as the thousand-year-old ghost king stepped on it. As the ghost king's hooves grew bigger, he was about to step on his head.

The Taoist priest with the peach wood sword was furious and kept harassing the Thousand-Year Ghost King from behind, hoping that the Thousand-Year Ghost King would turn around and attack him, but it was too late. The Thousand-Year Ghost King had already set his sights on the violent Taoist priest.

The irritable Taoist priest's life hangs by a thread...