I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

I shouted loudly, and those ascetic monks from Wudang Mountain stopped immediately and turned to look at me. They didn't know what I was going to do, but they would know it soon.

I approached the sword slave, but saw that he was not only stabbed by a monk, but also seriously injured by my ice tornado, with his underpants exposed.

He collapsed on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. When he saw me approaching, he wanted to get up and struggle again. At this time, I simply waved my hand and threw the blood refining ball towards him.

The sword slave didn't know what my blood refining ball was, so he just reached out to grab it.

You know what, he actually caught the Blood Refining Ball.

Then the blood refining ball quickly separated out countless red blood threads, which wrapped around one of his hands.

The sword slave was suddenly horrified and kept shaking his hand, trying to throw the Blood Refining Ball away, but it was of no use. More and more red blood threads separated from the Blood Refining Ball, especially the blood flowing from the sword slave's wound, which actively flew towards the direction of the Blood Refining Ball.

In less than half a minute, the red blood vessels completely wrapped around the sword slave's body, and he rolled on the ground wailing in pain.

Under the watchful eyes of the three ascetic monks from Mount Wudang, I used the Blood Refining Ball.

When the blood refining ball controlled the sword slave, I suddenly felt a burning gaze coming from behind me.

When I looked back, I saw the three ascetics looking at me strangely.

That look was full of vigilance, uneasiness, and even a bit of hatred.

I know that they must think that there is some connection between me and the Blood Spirit Ancestor. This is not the first time that I have been misunderstood like this.

As expected, one of the ascetics looked at me coldly and said, "Boy, what is your relationship with the Blood Spirit Ancestor? How come you have such an evil magical instrument as the Blood Refining Ball?"

"Don't bother talking to him anymore. This guy must be a great evil cultivator. Let's kill him first."

At the call of the other old Taoist priest, the three ascetic monks raised their magic swords at the same time and rushed towards me to kill me.

My God, these three old guys must have lost their brains from practicing so much that they actually thought I was a great evil cultivator.

I quickly took two steps back and waved my hand: "Three seniors, don't start first, I have something to say."

"What's the point of talking to an evil cultivator like you? Anyone can kill you!" Those old Taoists really didn't seem to be joking. They were ready to rush over and kill him with swords in hand.

"Wait a minute... I'm not an evil cultivator. This blood refining ball was given to me by the special investigation team. Minister Tang gave it to me. If you don't believe me, go back and ask." I quickly argued.

After hearing what I said, the three ascetics stopped and looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense. How could the special task force give you such an evil magic weapon?" an old Taoist said hatefully.

"It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can use the sound transmission talisman to ask me right now. If I were an evil cultivator, how could I possibly help you break the Yiguandao formation and help you kill the sword slaves?" I was really afraid that these old guys would not tolerate any flaws in their eyes and would kill me.

As soon as these words were spoken, the three old Taoists began to believe them.

One of the old Taoists actually took out a sound transmission talisman and threw it out, then asked carefully.

I don’t know who I asked, and the response was to keep my head down and say that I was from the special investigation team.

In order to prove my identity, I showed the three monks my credentials of the special task force.

The three ascetic monks took a look at me and became somewhat skeptical. Finally, they did not attack me again, but their impression of me suddenly became much worse.

While we were talking, the blood refining ball had already devoured all of the sword slave's cultivation. I walked straight over, took a look at the sword slave, and found that he still had a breath left.

He directly took back the blood refining ball, then stabbed the opponent's heart with a sword, ending his life.

To be honest, this sword slave is also a poor guy. He was directly used as an experimental subject by Bai Mile.

If you want to blame someone, just blame his bad luck for following the wrong person.

After killing the sword slave, I turned to look at the three ascetics and said politely, "Three seniors, we have destroyed five of the formation's eyes. The remaining two are useless and of little significance. We can go back and report to the special dispatch team and the masters from all walks of life to enter this island in the middle of the river."

The three ascetic monks nodded, said nothing more, and turned away with cold faces.

At this moment, the blood refining ball returned to my body. Not long after, a powerful force began to flow rapidly in my body, making my whole body become hot.

Oh no, the energy of the Jiuzhou Ding that the sword slave devoured has begun to circulate in my body. My body is simply unable to bear this energy, and it suddenly made me feel unbearable pain.

It seems that you should not eat too much, as it will be difficult to digest.

As this force rushed through my body, I lost the strength to even walk. With a groan, I sat down on the ground, with cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.

The three ascetics heard the noise and turned to look at me.

Seeing me like this, they did not abandon me and walked towards me one after another.

"My friend, what's wrong with you?" an ascetic monk asked in confusion.

"Seniors, the energy of the Jiuzhou Ding has been forcefully injected into these sword slaves. My body can't take it..." I said with some difficulty.

"Using such an evil magic weapon will definitely have side effects. You shouldn't have such an evil magic weapon as the Blood Refining Ball." The other old Taoist was still very dissatisfied with me.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak.

At this time, the old Taoist who spoke first sighed and said, "This kid helped us break the magic circle, and he is also a member of the special task force. We can't just stand by and watch him die. Let's all help him transform the energy of the Jiuzhou Ding."

As he spoke, the old Taoist stretched out a hand, with golden light floating on his palm, and slapped me on the back.

The other two old Taoists were not idle either. They placed a hand on my forehead and chest respectively.

Three warm currents flowed through my body, enveloping the powerful force of the Jiuzhou Ding, and immediately made me feel much more comfortable.

After about seven or eight minutes, the three old Taoists were sweating profusely and trembling all over.

When I no longer felt any pain, I heaved a sigh of relief: "Thank you, seniors. I'm fine now."

After hearing what I said, the three old Taoists loosened their hands and took a few steps back. They all looked pale and very weak.

I knew that these three old Taoist priests would definitely leave it alone.