Chapter 42: Riding the Demonic Wind and Worshipping the Big Dipper The man who called himself Master Hu, when he saw Zhang Jiuyang dressed as a Taoist priest and then looked at the red jade-like magic sword, his eyes froze. This is a Taoist priest with great accomplishments, and that sword... is very unusual. Even though he was more than ten feet away, he seemed to be able to feel the sharpness and murderous aura. And the little evil ghost holding a pink kitchen knife should also be a ghost raised by this Taoist priest. "Little Taoist priest, I understand that it is not easy for you to practice cultivation, so why do you have to wade into this muddy water?" Under the moonlight, the tail behind the man in red swayed gently. "Master Hu, I have been practicing Qi in the mountains for sixty years. How can a young man like you who just came down from the mountains compare to me? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." There was a warning in his voice. It’s not that he was afraid of this Taoist priest. He had been practicing in the mountains for more than sixty years and had had some adventures. He was confident that he was no less capable than others. It’s just that he saw that this Taoist priest had a clear light in his eyes and a divine aura, so he thought that his master must be good.

Young Taoist priests are easy to kill, but old Taoist priests are difficult to deal with. "It turned out to be a demon." Zhang Jiuyang had seen many ghosts, but this was the first time he saw a monster. He rubbed his belly and said, "It doesn't matter. Dead monsters are also ghosts." What to do if there are no ghosts to eat? It's very simple, just chop it to death and it will become a ghost. The man in red was angry and said, "What's wrong with monsters? You humans eat our flesh and skins, is that good?" He pointed at the two donkeys and said, "These two killed my child!" "Master Hu, I only have that one child. It just started to gain intelligence. It just wanted to steal some herbs, but these two people killed it!" Zhang Jiuyang was speechless. At this point the truth was revealed. The monster's child had become intelligent and happened to meet a couple who came to the mountains to collect herbs. He began to covet their herbs. The life of herbalists is not easy. Many precious herbs are collected on cliffs at the risk of their lives. If the herbalists refuse to surrender, they will resist and kill them. However, he did not expect that he would attract an old monster, which led to the destruction of his family. "It's just a child!" The man in red roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Since you covet other people's things, don't blame yourself for losing your life." "Child? It's your child, not mine. No one will spoil it when it's away from home." There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhang Jiuyang's calm voice. "That's right, if you say so, Ah Li is also a child. Your tail is so beautiful, can I cut it off to make a scarf for Brother Jiu?" Ali was smart and she immediately retorted, causing the man in red to freeze and be speechless for a moment.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he rushed forward with a sword in hand, as swift as a cheetah. With a clang of the sword, Zhang Jiuyang swung his sword across the air, and the red light was as fast as lightning, brushing past the neck of the man in red. The sharp sword energy pierced the skin of the man in red, and blood oozed out. "Despicable humans!" He controlled the evil wind around his body and dodged the sword at the critical moment. He had a direct understanding of the power of the red sword. His skin was only slightly punctured, but an evil spirit kept drilling into the wound, and even with his level of skill, he was unable to stop the bleeding. If I were stabbed in the vitals, I would probably die here! Zhang Jiuyang remained silent, but continued to move forward with his sword, the murderous intent in his eyes growing stronger and stronger. If you don't want to attack, then it's fine. But if you do, you have to kill it to death. For such a monster that hurts people wantonly, no matter what means are used, it will not be too much. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A few more swords were slashed out, and red light flickered in the night, illuminating two swift and ghostly figures. The Ghost-Slaying Sword was extremely sharp, and after being infused with magic power, it even had its own sword energy, which within a moment had left sword marks on the surrounding walls and ground. However, the man in red was faster than Zhang Jiuyang. There seemed to be an invisible evil wind lingering on his body, and he seemed to be flying on the wind. No matter how swift and sharp Zhang Jiuyang's sword was, he could dodge it with ease. After observing for a while, he gradually relaxed and even had the energy to speak. "Little Taoist priest, you have pure magical power and a powerful sword, but this sword technique..." "Tsk tsk, it's really rotten." "Such a good sword, it's really wasted if you follow me!" He was merciless and full of disgust. Zhang Jiuyang remained unmoved, he knew the other party was telling the truth. He had not learned any swordsmanship, but relied on his extraordinary physique, pure magic power, and the sharpness of the ghost-slaying sword. When facing ordinary people, these are enough, but ghosts are inherently defeated by the Ghost-Slaying Sword and are frightened by the divine sword and cannot exert their full strength, so he can be invincible. But when facing the monster, his shortcomings in swordsmanship were exposed. Many Taoists who have learned from their masters train hard during the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and practice various basic skills since childhood, and swordsmanship is one of them. Although Zhang Jiuyang's grandfather was a Zhengyi Taoist priest, he seemed to be hiding his identity and did not teach him anything other than Zhongli Ba Duan Jin. "Cut, cut, cut!" Seeing that Brother Nine was temporarily frustrated, Ali found the right opportunity, picked up the knife and started chopping. Because she was not tall, the two kitchen knives went straight to the crotch of the man in red. Zhang Jiuyang also seized the opportunity and threw out the Ghost-Slaying Sword in his hand, shooting it at the opponent like a hidden weapon. The man in red was furious. His chest swelled high, and then he suddenly exhaled a foul-smelling black evil wind, which made the branches around him sway and filled the air with dust. This evil wind contained his years of cultivation. It was not only howling and fierce, but also mixed with poisonous gas. In an instant, the Demon-Slaying Sword was blown down by the evil wind and stuck diagonally into the ground, while Zhang Jiuyang's body was blown backwards by the evil wind, plowing two furrows on the ground.

Although he held his breath quickly, he still inhaled a small amount of poison gas. Fortunately, he was practicing Yuding Xuan Gong, one of the best methods in the world. His magic power was so refined and pure that he was not affected much. Ali was held in his arms and was almost blown away like a kite. The red-clothed man laughed and said, "You two losers, what else can you do besides throwing weapons?" "That sword, Master Hu, I will take it—" Before he finished speaking, he saw a smile suddenly appear on Zhang Jiuyang's face, as if his plan had succeeded, and an ominous premonition suddenly came to his mind. Clang! The red sword that was inserted diagonally into the ground suddenly flew out, pierced his heart like lightning, and then floated in the air in front of the little Taoist priest and was held in his palm. The man in red let out a shrill scream, and his body instantly shrank like a deflated ball, turning into an old fox with red hair, and a white human skull fell from his head. Seeing this, Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but think of the legend about fox demons in the strange stories novels of his previous life. It is said that when a fox transforms into a monster, it will go to a mass grave to look for human skulls, wear them on its head and worship the Big Dipper. If the skull does not fall off, it will be able to transform into a monster. Now it seems that this legend is not groundless. Gollum~ There was a bloody hole in the fox demon's heart, and blood kept oozing out. Its eyes were filled with utmost resentment. It knew that it had been careless. It had not expected that this little Taoist priest, with such poor swordsmanship, could use the legendary flying sword! He deliberately concealed his weakness so that the sword could be thrown next to him so that he could kill with one blow. What a vicious mind, what a despicable human being! …… (End of this chapter)