Chapter 138: Collect the Yang Ghost First
Gong Mengbi put the two men on the ground and took a look at Meng Hua's injuries. "Your essence and blood have been depleted, your magic power has been exhausted, and your mind has been exhausted. Brother Meng Dao, you need to rest."
Meng Hua helped Wen Mengchun to his feet. His focus wasn't on his own injuries, but on the steel fork thrown out by the Yaksha Ghost. He quickly asked, "Where did he get the Supreme Dragon Transformation Mana on his steel fork?"
Gong Mengbi didn't want to keep the secret, so he said, "Don't worry, I've already met Master Huolong, and I'm here to pick you up at your master's request."
Meng Hua was extremely excited: "I knew that Master would not die."
He asked worriedly, "How is my master now?"
Gong Mengbi said, "Master Huolong is not doing well, but his life is not in danger. He escaped with the help of the incense in the small holy temple and is now recuperating in the small holy temple."
Meng Hua was silent for a moment, then said, "It's not easy to escape."
Meng Hua calmed himself down and said, "Thank you both for your help."
Gong Mengbi said, "It's okay. Even though we only met once, we are still friends."
On the other side, the Yaksha ghost was wrestling with the Yang ghost underwater.
The Yaksha ghost's magic power was only of the ninth rank, but he was tall and mighty, with great strength and superb martial arts. With the help of the magic power of the Fire Dragon Immortal, he pressed the Yang ghost to the bottom of the water like he was forking a fish. No matter how he struggled, he could not get off the steel fork.
The Yang Ghost was furious: "Little Yaksha Ghost!"
He suddenly spit out a fireball, which broke through the water surface and hit the Yaksha ghost on the head.
The Yaksha ghost had to retreat, so he took the opportunity to spread out his body, turned into a red shadow and emerged from the water, and then gathered again.
The Yang Ghost's red eyes blazed with fire, emitting rays of light as he looked towards the Yaksha Ghost.
As his gaze fell, Yaksha felt as if the blood in his body was boiling, his eyes suddenly became blurry, and his face turned unnaturally red.
Gong Mengbi took a look from afar and immediately said, "We'll talk about old times later. Fellow Daoist Wen, could you lend me the Mirage Orb?"
Wen Mengchun handed over the Mirage Pearl without hesitation and told him the mantra.
Gong Mengbi was very moved and said, "Wait a moment."
He silently recited the incantation, and a mirage of energy emerged from the mirage bead and landed on him, turning him into another person in an instant.
An ordinary person with ordinary clothes and appearance, the kind that you can't even find in a crowd.
Disguised on the outside with mirage beads and concealed within with illusions, Gong Mengbi, wearing this ordinary outfit, stepped on the wind and reached out to grab, "Wind, come!"
The biting cold wind of the winter night came howling, and turned into a bone-scraping steel knife along Gong Mengbi's hand, sucking the yang ghost into it.
The Yaksha ghost escaped from the red eyes of the Yang ghost, but still felt dry mouth and tongue, as if his blood was boiling.
The power of this Yang ghost was far greater than that of Gong Mengbi. When it was swept into the wind, it changed with the wind and turned into a red gas, without being affected at all.
"Here comes another one." The Yang Ghost looked at Gong Mengbi and said, "He hides his head and shows his tail, a cowardly rat."
The Yang Gui's body was shining with light, and red flames surged, dispelling the cold wind, and then he suddenly pounced towards Gong Mengbi.
The Yaksha ghost came forward waving a steel fork. As the steel fork danced, it bloomed with icy flowers, trying to fork the Yang ghost down.
The Yang Gui avoided the steel fork and could no longer get close to Gong Mengbi.
He was not afraid of the Yaksha ghost, but he was afraid that the steel fork could nail him into the water and make him unable to move.
This is because Fire Dragon Immortal has profound Taoism and pure magical powers. No matter how real or fake he is, he cannot escape the suppression of his magical powers.
The Yang Ghost does not know this, so it can only avoid it.
But he was not without a way to deal with it. Yang ghosts are invisible, while Yin ghosts have substance. He just shook his body and generated endless fire, which rushed towards the Yaksha ghost and Gong Mengbi.
Gong Mengbi practiced the Heart Fire Method and had a strong sense of flames. He knew that this was a demonic fire that burned people's essence, blood, and bone marrow, and that he must not be contaminated by it.
"Walk!"
He controlled the wind and took the Yaksha ghost out of the range of the flames.
The Yang Ghost transformed into a flame, setting all the white grass on the ground on fire, and chased after him with a blazing flame. The Yang Ghost's upper body was still in the shape of flames, but the lower body had already turned into a raging fire, burning up the night and turning half the sky red.
"Run, where are you running to!" Yang Gui laughed, and fire crows flew out of the fire, flapping their wings and chasing after him.
The Yang Gui grabbed the fire again, turned it into a red silk, and rolled towards Gong Mengbi.
The Yaksha demon waved his steel fork, shooting down the fire crows one by one, turning them into sparks.
But the Fire Crow only blocks the road, and the killer move is the earth-shattering blow of the Red Silk.
Unable to avoid it, Gong Mengbi let out a long howl and said, "Look, what is this?"
He raised a treasure vase, and a suction force emerged from the vase, like a whirlpool, swallowing up all the flames.
The flames, red silk, and flowing flames in the sky were all swallowed up by the incomparable power of absorption.
Even the Yang Gui himself could not maintain his illusory form, and the flames on his body were torn apart and flowed into the vase.
"What the hell!"
The Yang Gui was horrified and quickly solidified his body and flew out to avoid being swallowed by the treasure bottle.
But just as his body solidified, he saw a ray of residual light flying out from the Egret Creek on the side. The residual light and the light of the water complemented each other, catching Yang Gui off guard.
Just as it turned in the air, there was a crack, and the Yang Ghost screamed, and its head and body separated into two parts, turning into two balls of fire.
The Eight Wind Bottle swallowed the two fires like a whale.
Gong Mengbi stretched out his hand and the Eight Wind Bottle fell into his hand, and he put a stopper in it.
Gently shaking the Eight Winds Bottle, one could see a faint red light inside, illuminating the shadows of wind and clouds on the bottle, which was extremely beautiful.
Once captured by the Eight Wind Bottle, as long as it does not escape from the bottle mouth, it will be attacked by the eight sections and eight directions of wind. If it is a flesh and blood body, it will be blown into ashes, and an invisible creature like a yang ghost will only lose its spirit. It comes from the invisible and turns into the invisible.
Yashagui exhaled, "When did you hide the flying sword in the water?"
Gong Mengbi said, "When you were fighting him, I dealt with these two Yin and Yang ghosts. Although the Yang ghost was stronger, it was difficult to change its nature, so I had already set an ambush."
Yasha Ghost glanced at him and asked in confusion, "Why don't you tell me first? What if it doesn't work?"
Gong Mengbi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If I fail, I still have a second trick."
Yaksha ghost couldn't help but admire it.
As the Yang Ghost was captured, a terrifying ghostly howl suddenly came from afar, mixed with a roar like thunder: "Who dares to kill my Venerable Tianyang?"
A column of black smoke rose into the sky and rushed towards Bailu Creek.
Gong Mengbi and Yashagui's expressions suddenly changed. They looked at each other and said, "Let's go!"
One of them rolled up Menghua, and the other carried Wen Mengchun on his back, and they fled towards Zhenshan.
Not long after they left, the black smoke fell to the place where the yang ghost was captured and gathered into a Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.
This Taoist priest had a square mouth, a wide nose and an ugly appearance, but with his Taoist robe on, he actually had a somewhat dignified and different air from the common people.
He grabbed the wind and sniffed it carefully, but smelled nothing.
He then examined the traces of the fight with a ferocious expression on his face. "So alert, so smart. But do you think you can escape just like that? Dream on."
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