The vengeful spirit tried to stop it.
It was too late; the Jade Spirit Sword was pressed against his throat.
Su Lenghe's voice was icy: "Tell me, where is Rong Yan's soul?"
The Taoist priest smiled faintly: "It seems you have no intention of saving him."
"You know I'm just a puppet, I'm not afraid of death at all!"
"Who said I'm not going to save them?"
Su Lenghe quickly affixed a talisman to the Taoist priest's back.
Meanwhile, the vengeful spirit tries to take advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack.
With a swing of her peach wood sword, Su Lenghe instantly tore the evil spirit into countless small pieces, and a fierce wind arose.
It then turned into countless specks of light, never to live again.
Su Lenghe frowned slightly; she actually sensed a familiar scent emanating from the vengeful spirit.
When she carefully felt it, that feeling had completely disappeared.
The Taoist priest's eyes were filled with resentment. He had painstakingly raised this vengeful spirit, only to have it killed so easily.
Su Lenghe, your life is in danger!
"Release Rong Yan's soul," Su Lenghe commanded in an icy voice.
She never intended to threaten him with the peach wood sword; she was merely trying to distract the Taoist priest.
If he discovers this and takes precautions in advance, it will take some effort.
The Taoist priest sneered inwardly. Did he really think he could control people with just a talisman?
The next second, his body moved uncontrollably toward the back of the cabin.
What's going on?!
Why is my body out of my control?
Although he also possesses magic that can control people, it always requires setting up an altar and performing a ritual.
Did you manage to do that with just one talisman?
He no longer dared to underestimate Su Lenghe.
Their strength is absolutely formidable.
He's definitely a formidable rival.
The Taoist kicked the door, and a wooden door suddenly appeared in front of him.
The door opened, revealing a cellar.
A yellow dog was bound hand and foot, and its mouth was taped shut.
Big Yellow followed behind, and when it saw the cellar, it barked excitedly.
(That is, my body.)
(Waaaaah, I feel like crying. This body of mine is so useless now, even burying my bones is inconvenient!)
Upon seeing the big yellow dog, Rong Ce exclaimed happily, "Is this Rong Yan?"
Su Lenghe nodded slightly. The Taoist priest had already gone down into the cellar to untie Dahuang.
Dahuang's body was covered in wounds, and it was weak and on the verge of death due to prolonged lack of food.
Su Lenghe said, "We must feed it something quickly, otherwise it will starve to death and we will never be able to get it back."
Upon hearing this, Rong Ce quickly went to hug Da Huang.
Just then, the Taoist priest broke free of the puppet talisman on his body.
He was furious, and his palm strike was fierce, aimed at Da Huang's body.
Since Su Lenghe is not cooperating, then Rong Yan's soul can forget about living.
At the critical moment, Su Lenghe swung her peach wood sword and slashed at the Taoist's throat.
The Taoist priest fell backward, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment.
The moment he fell to the ground, the Taoist priest transformed into a scarecrow with a talisman pasted on his face.
This was the first time Rong Ce had ever seen anything like this. The usually calm and composed man was so surprised that his mouth could fit an egg.
While he was still in a daze, the big yellow dog in his hand twitched and spat out a mouthful of blood.
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