“…It’s Brother Zhan!”

Bai Yuting was shocked when he saw this, and then looked helpless.

Sure enough, once the matter involved Bao Gong, it was difficult for Zhan Zhao to calm down.

There was no other choice, Bai Yuting had to jump down and cooperate with Zhan Zhao to double-team from another direction.

…

"Damn it, who is against me?"

On the high platform, the disheveled Taoist Xing Ji was shocked and angry.

Not long ago, the altar he built in the courtyard suddenly moved. If he had not arrived in time to assist, the entire platform would have been shattered by the sudden appearance of golden light.

"There is definitely a master in Bao Zheng's house who is performing magic, and in terms of cultivation, I am no match for him."

"But it doesn't matter. With the Yin Demon Blood bestowed by the Saint Lord, even if that person has superb skills, he can't save Bao Zheng alive!"

Just as Taoist Xing Ji was gritting his teeth and thinking this in his heart, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing on the jade bottle, as if it came from behind his head.

Taoist Xing Ji was startled at once, and without caring about the desk in front of him, he quickly dodged sideways in embarrassment.

“Sizzle—”

The sword flashed and tore a hole in the tablecloth hanging on the table.

Taoist Xing Ji fell to the ground, looking at the figure attacking from behind with a look of shock and anger.

The other person was dressed in black, holding a huge sword in his hand. The sword tip was shining coldly. He glared at him and said, "Demon, I'll kill you!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Zhao circulated the true energy in his body, raised his sword and swung it. Immediately, sword energy broke away from the sword tip and turned into a streak of light that slashed towards the old Taoist on the ground.

“Ding——”

With a buzzing sound, the Taoist robe on Taoist Xing Ji emitted a faint light, which actually enveloped his body and blocked Zhan Zhao's sword.

"boom!"

The bright white sword light flashed from both sides of Taoist Xing Ji, easily tearing the platform apart, leaving behind a deep sword mark as long as seven or eight meters.

The sword mark stopped at the edge of the platform, causing Bai Yuting, who had just landed on the platform, to tiptoe and float up again.

“…It’s you?!”

Looking at Zhan Zhao's face full of murderous intent, Taoist Xing Ji was terrified. He quickly got up from the ground and crawled to the stage.

"Where are you running to!"

Zhan Zhao shouted angrily, then leaped up and slashed Taoist Xing Ji on the back with his sword.

The surging force exploded instantly, knocking Taoist Xing Ji into the air and sending him flying toward the stage like a cannonball.

The violent force was blocked by the dim light on Taoist Xing Ji's body and exploded suddenly, like invisible steel needles, shooting everywhere and piercing black holes on the platform.

“Crack, crack—”

As cracking sounds were heard, the bluestone platform began to shake violently.

Seeing that the platform was about to collapse, Bai Yuting withdrew his gaze from Taoist Xing Ji, tiptoed to the table, and grabbed the small white jade bottle that was about to fall to the ground.

When he turned around again, Zhan Zhao had already rushed to the stage with a sword in hand.

Bai Yutang sighed, knowing that Zhan Zhao had entrusted the jade bottle and the wooden man to him.

So, without hesitation, he jumped up and flew onto the house before the platform collapsed completely.

“Boom boom—”

With a loud bang, the platform collapsed completely, and the table, incense sticks, and blood banners on the platform fell into the rubble.

On the eaves, Bai Yutang held a jade bottle in his hand, glanced at Zhan Zhao who was buried in the smoke and dust below, then glanced at the guards and private soldiers who were startled outside the courtyard, laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Bai is leaving!"

The loud laughter containing the true energy echoed over the Grand Tutor's Mansion like thunder.

Many guards and private soldiers were attracted by his voice and angrily chased in the direction where the voice came from.

The footsteps and shouts around him became more and more frequent. Bai Yuting looked in the direction of the ruins of the high platform, sighed, and then jumped up. His figure swept across the roof like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, he was out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion and rushed towards Bao Gong's Mansion.

At the same time, Zhan Zhao slashed Taoist Xing Ji's chest with a sword, causing him to fly backwards, smash the courtyard wall, and fall into the rubble.

At this time, cracks had already appeared in the dim light on Taoist Xing Ji's body, and it was obvious that if a few more sword strikes were struck, it would be shattered by Zhan Zhao.

He gritted his teeth and didn't get up. He just lay in the rubble, reached out from his arms, took out a gray flag, and waved it violently.

“Huff—”

In an instant, a cold wind blew up, and black air poured out from the banner, transforming into a ghost general wearing black armor, holding a big sword, with a faint light in his eyes in front of Taoist Xing Ji.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Zhao sneered and strode over.

"They are just some evil spirits. Do you think you can stop me?"

Taoist Xing Ji raised his hand and pointed, shouting in shock and anger: "Kill him!"

The ghost general's eyes shone brightly, and he immediately stepped forward with a sword in hand, engaging in a fight with Zhan Zhao.

Just as Zhan Zhao said, facing the Southern Hero's martial arts and the officials' dragon and tiger aura, a mere ghost general was indeed no match for him.

The man and the ghost fought for only a few rounds, but the ghost had several hideous cracks on his body.

Seeing this, Taoist Xing Ji was shocked and quickly got up from the ground and ran out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion without looking back.

…

…

On the other side, Bai Yuting rushed back to Bao Gong's mansion as quickly as possible.

He did not greet anyone in the mansion, but went straight to the study, wanting to hand the jade bottle to Master Zishan.

Soon, the door of the study opened, and Bai Yutang walked in quickly with the jade bottle. "Master, look at this thing, is it the medium for casting spells?"

Master Zishan took it and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, shattering the jade bottle, revealing the wooden man soaked in the Yin Demon's blood.

Bai Yuting and Xu Xian took a closer look and found that the wooden man was just as Taoist Tan Yue had said, with Bao Gong's name and age written on it.

Zhenren Zishan stretched out his left hand, held up the wooden man and the blood clot in the air, and used his magic power to carefully separate the wooden man from the Yin Demon's blood, and then deposited the Yin Demon's blood into another jade bottle.

As for the wooden man, Master Zishan raised his palm and clapped it. Suddenly, a golden-red flame burst out, wrapping around the wooden man and making it burn fiercely.

As the wooden man burned to ashes, Bai Yutang noticed that the first thing to be burned out was the name and age written on the wooden man, followed by the wooden man itself, which served as the medium for casting the spell.

At the same time, while the wooden man was burning, wisps of black gas emerged from it, floating to a height of about half a foot, and then disappeared mysteriously, as if flowing to an unknown place.

Golden light flashed in Zishan Zhenren's eyes. He followed the black air and immediately saw the scene several streets away.

On the deserted street, an old Taoist priest with disheveled hair was running for his life.

Behind him, a dark shadow holding a sharp sword leaped and chased after him in the moonlight, following closely.

There is no doubt that these are Taoist Xing Ji and Southern Hero Zhan Zhao who just escaped from the Grand Tutor's Mansion!

Master Zishan's eyes shone with golden light. He looked in the direction where Taoist Xing Ji fled and found that the number of people on the street was gradually decreasing, while the yin energy was becoming increasingly dense.

The most peculiar thing is that in this situation where the yin is stronger than the yang, a few figures hurriedly passing by appeared on the originally empty street.

There's something wrong with this street!

Master Zishan frowned and once again channeled his magical power into his eyes, extending his vision forward.

In an instant, a strange inn appeared before his eyes.

Judging from the appearance alone, this inn is just a little old, and its decoration and structure are no different from other inns.

But the strange thing was that it was clearly the middle of the night, but the door of the inn was open. A waiter with a strange appearance was waiting outside the inn, leaning on the counter with boredom, selling dozens of lanterns.

Seeing this scene, Master Zishan's face darkened and he immediately turned his gaze to the plaque above the inn.

I found that there were indeed three large characters engraved on it - Half a Step More!

"I knew it..."

A hint of coldness appeared on Master Zishan's face.

As a demon king who had achieved nirvana and was reborn, he was naturally familiar with the name of the Banbudu Inn.

This is an extremely peculiar place, equivalent to a transit station of the three realms. No matter whether it is a human, god, or demon, as long as one knows the method, one can pass through this place to the demon path, the magic path, or even the immortal path and the underworld.

Today, the gods and Buddhas of the Three Realms are no longer visible, and the immortal path, or heaven, has become a chaotic place occupied by demons, just like the underworld.

Taoist Xing Ji fled here, obviously wanting to go to the Demonic Path through the Banbudu Inn.

As for the reason, it is also very simple. If Master Zishan remembers correctly, the Demonic Path has now been occupied by that old bat. His original form is a thousand-year-old purple bat spirit. After occupying the Demonic Path, he called himself the Saint Lord of the Demonic Path.

Taoist Xing Ji worked for that old bat and now he is being hunted, so it is normal for him to want to escape to the evil way.

...Want to ask the old bat for help, right?

Can the Taoist let you go?

Master Zishan sneered, then waved his sleeves and flew away from the study on a cloud.

Bai Yutang and Xu Xian in the study were stunned when they saw this. The former hurriedly said, "Hey, Taoist priest, where are you going? What about Bao Gong?"

The voice of Master Zishan came from the sky.

"Don't worry, Lord Bao is fine. As for me, I will go and meet the evil man who cast the curse!"

…Is this the solution?

Xu Xian looked at Bao Zheng who was unconscious on the bed in a daze.

Bai Yutang was refreshed, and he quickly jumped out of the study, shouting: "Master, wait for me!"

…

…

On the other side, Zhan Zhao flew over the rooftops, following closely behind Taoist Xing Ji, and found that after the other party turned the corner, he inexplicably disappeared from his sight.

Not only that, a large area of ​​fog suddenly appeared on the street ahead, blocking his vision.

Zhan Zhao frowned, feeling something was wrong, and immediately landed in the middle of the street, sword in hand, and stepped into the fog cautiously.

At the same time, Taoist Xing Ji had already arrived at the Banbudu Inn using a specific method.

He glanced at the mist behind him, breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head with sarcasm, saying, "I am just a mortal after all."

After saying that, he took off the talisman paper on his feet and walked quickly to the door of the inn.

The clerk at the door raised his eyelids, looked at him, and then asked calmly, "Where are you from, sir?"

Taoist Xing Ji quickly said, "Come from where you came from."

The waiter asked again: "Where are you going?"

Taoist Xing Ji smiled and said, "Go to where you want to go..."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, golden light suddenly burst out in the sky, and a golden mountain shadow fell from the sky, instantly shattering the dim light of the Taoist robe. While Taoist Xing Ji still had a smile on his face, he was crushed into meat paste with a puff.

“…”

The guy's face was stunned, and he quickly stood up and looked up at the sky in astonishment.

A purple-robed Taoist descended from the sky and landed in front of him. He looked at the flesh paste under his feet and said disdainfully, "Want to run?"

"Have you asked the Taoist?"