Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The child in brocade clothes was instantly shocked and angry, and his face turned red.

But the mud demon was already stepping on his spiritual sword arrogantly and rushing towards him.

The sword blade is sharp and bright.

He was extremely panicked and turned around and ran outside in panic.

While running, he was still furious and commanded the Piyang Mansion disciple who had just been slapped hard by him in a domineering manner.

"Asshole! What are you still standing there for? Kill it right now!"

How could a disciple with only the second-level cultivation level defeat the little clay kid who controlled the yellow-level middle-grade spirit sword? He could only bite the bullet and block it twice, then shouted loudly: "Master, hurry up! I will stop it for you!"

Although he said this, he ran away in a hurry.

The little clay doll stepped on the magic sword and controlled the flying sword to chase the two people far away from Niangniang Temple before stopping.

"Give me back my sword, or I will ask my father to bring people to destroy your temple." Although the child in brocade clothes was in a miserable state, he still maintained his condescending tone.

"Here you go, don't act wild again."

"Next time you come to the temple to bully others, it won't be as simple as cutting off a strand of hair."

The little clay boy exerted force with his feet, and the magic sword flew out, piercing straight to within a foot of the feet of the child in brocade clothes.

The child in brocade clothes took the sword, glared at the little clay kid with hatred, and left with the disciples of Piyang Prefecture with a gloomy face.

When the little Yin spirit returned with two candied haws, the little clay doll was walking around in circles, worrying about the broken items in the temple.

"What happened?" the little Yin spirit asked anxiously.

"Nothing. There was a bad boy who wanted to destroy my temple and beat up Grandpa Liu. I chased him away." The little clay kid said nonchalantly.

"How is Grandpa Liu?"

"He came home."

The little clay doll danced excitedly and told him how he defeated the child in brocade clothes and a monk.

"Hehe~ The brave clay doll fights against the brocade-clad bully."

"Okay, hero, do you want some candied haws?"

The sun sets in the sky.

As soon as the little clay boy took the candied haws, he heard someone shouting outside the door.

He stuffed the candied haws back into the little ghost's hand and went out to take a look.

The child in brocade clothes came up again with the disciple from Piyang Prefecture, holding a small jade bottle in his hand with some unknown liquid floating in it.

The little clay kid propped up his hands and sat on the high threshold, saying bluntly, "You defeated general, are you here to get a fight again?"

The little Yin spirit also hurried out of the temple.

"Damn evil spirit!" The child in brocade clothes cursed and immediately ordered the Piyang Mansion disciples around him, "Stop him!"

The disciple did not dare to disobey his order and drew his sword to stab the little clay doll.

Xiao Yin Ling was anxious, "Ani."

The little clay doll flexibly jumped in the air with the help of objects to avoid the monks' attacks.

"Ani, be careful!"

The little Yin spirit had never attacked anyone before, nor did it know how to do so. Now it could only stand aside, watching the flashing sword lights slashing towards A Ni, and it couldn't help but feel anxious.

"I can handle it, just be careful brother." The little clay boy dodged the attack and replied.

Where is the child from Piyang Prefecture?

When Xiao Yin Ling saw that the figure had disappeared outside the temple, his heart suddenly tightened and he looked back.

"Oh no! A Ni! He wants to tear down Aunt Mu's statue!" the little Yin spirit shouted.

The little clay boy flew past the sword in the hand of the Piyang Mansion disciple, turned around and kicked along the force of the sword.

"Keng"

The combined force of both sides created a crack on the sword and it was firmly embedded in the wall.

The little clay doll took this opportunity to fly into the temple.

The child in brocade clothes had a look of hatred on his face, and he raised his magic sword high and chopped at the merciful statue with its eyes closed.

"Ah!" The little clay doll yelled and rushed over.

The sword made a buzzing sound.

The sword fell, creating a hideous crack between the fingers of the statue's palm, and the painted clay sculpture fell to the ground.

Although the magic sword was knocked off course for a moment, it was still firmly held in the hands of the child in brocade clothes.

The little evil spirit pounced on him without caring, grabbed his legs and started biting them.

The child in brocade clothes screamed in pain, circulated his spiritual power, raised his leg and kicked the little Yin spirit away.

"Bang" "Bang"

The little Yin spirit hit the wall and then fell to the ground. He curled up his body, his face became paler, and his Yin energy dissipated.

The little clay doll took the opportunity to recite the formula he had used before, preparing to grab the sword again.

This is also a sword-controlling technique, a more domineering and unparalleled sword-controlling technique. He has seen that man use it before.

"Control" is above "Control", and is a more advanced sword-controlling technique than the sword-controlling technique performed by the child in brocade clothes, so he can easily seize control of the spiritual sword.

But this time, the child in brocade clothes did not wait for the clay doll to finish reciting the formula, but bit open the cork with his teeth.

It was the small jade bottle he had brought before. No one knew what liquid was inside the bottle, but it was floating in the bottle, and the chilling smell penetrated the bones.

The child in brocade clothes looked hateful and quickly poured the water in the bottle over.

The little clay boy still had one hand on the magic sword and was unable to avoid it.

He didn't know what the water was, but it seemed to stick to him in an instant.

Before he could slap away the strange liquid, he felt a chill and the world was spinning, and everything went black before his eyes.

The spiritual power in his body dissipated.

When the little Yin spirit saw the water splashed on Ah Ni, he suddenly seemed to lose weight and fell straight to the ground.

No more response.

The little Yin spirit gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and walked towards the broken table beside him.

The child in brocade clothes just felt extremely happy.

This gang of evil spirits took advantage of the fact that there was no one in Piyang Prefecture and not only robbed Piyang Prefecture's donations, but also made them lose all their prestige.

How dare you shamelessly steal my father’s credit!

Damn it! Damn it all!

He looked at the clay doll lying on the ground, almost turning into a puddle of mud, and sneered.

People without flesh and blood don't deserve to exist in this world.

He picked up the spiritual sword that had just fallen, injected all his spiritual power into it, and raised his arms high above his head.

"Ahhh!"

The little Yin spirit gritted its teeth, picked up the heavy bronze incense burner on the table, and rushed towards the child in brocade clothes.

"bang"

There was a crash.

Both of them were knocked off their horses.

The boy in brocade clothes had a purple forehead. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his body swayed and he fainted completely.

The little Yin spirit didn't even bother to get up, and used his hands and feet to crawl to the little clay doll.

"Ani! Ani!"

He screamed in fear, his hands were helpless and he dared not touch anything.

Because the water was almost melting A Ni.

The little clay doll's vision was blurry and dim. Hearing the familiar voice beside his ear, he raised his head and said, "The water he... splashed on me... is problematic..."

"Brother... take me... to the river... to wash off..."

"I feel terrible……"

By the end of his speech, the little clay doll was almost out of breath.

"Okay, I'll go right away. I'll take you there right away."

The little Yin spirit raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears, and hurriedly rushed out of the palace with the little clay doll in her arms.

The disciple from Piyang Prefecture walked into the hall with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Master, Master, wake up quickly." He patted the delicate face of the young master in brocade clothes without mercy, "Master, wake up quickly! Those two evil spirits are trying to escape."