Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

There are only ruined villages left, and the surrounding fields are covered with blackened blood.

Plenty of bones piled up like a mountain, looking eerie.

The man in the sackcloth Taoist robe, the bamboo hat, and the coir raincoat looked at this dead village with anger on his face: "It's too late again!"

"Master!"

The little Taoist boy with two soaring buns hid behind the Taoist priest, and said anxiously: "This Japanese pirate Lingdi is so terrifying, do you have confidence in it, or else, let's go back and report to the master?"

These two are the thatched cottage dweller and his apprentice.

The Caolu layman is a member of the Quanzhen Sect, and the current head of the Quanzhen Sect is the late Yuanying cultivator.

Hearing this, the grass dweller shook his head: "This evil spirit, the Lingdi, has strange abilities. Even if I try my best to track it down, I can only get ashes behind it every time. If I go back and report it, I am afraid that the pirate Lingdi has disappeared long ago. "

Dao Tong was too scared to speak when he heard the words, he really had no idea in his heart!

"Keep chasing after him, the Japanese pirate Lingdi is not a good person, and must have an ulterior purpose."

The thatched dweller, who looked somewhat similar to Uncle Jiu, said with a sad face.

Chapter 1295 The grassy dweller, chase after the Ling emperor!

Daotong looked at the dilapidated village and said, "Aren't these corpses restrained and buried?"

The layman in thatched cottage looked around, he couldn't bear it, but finally sighed: "They have no soul essence, they have disappeared in the three realms and six realms, it doesn't matter whether they are buried or not, and we don't have time to delay."

"I don't know how many people will suffer if the pirate spirit emperor is not killed. Killing the pirate spirit emperor is also a sacrifice to their spirits in heaven!"

The grass dweller has been chasing and killing the Japanese pirate Lingdi for more than half a year, and every time he is one step behind.

This made the grass dweller feel aggrieved and angry, and secretly vowed in his heart that even if they all died together, he would never let this pirate spirit emperor go.

Strictly speaking, that is not the real pirate Lingdi, but a half-step Lingdi.

On the other side, in the resplendent State Teacher's Mansion.

Cihang Pudu clasped his hands together, with a compassionate expression on his face.

The hundreds of disciples kneeling in front of it were all trembling, their faces were like gold paper, and cold sweat was dripping like rain.

"You guys let me down so much."

Cihang Pudu's words made these disciples prostrate on the ground one after another, not daring to raise their heads.

"Master, you are very clear about the situation in Ming Dynasty. The imperial power is showing weakness. We are in the frontier, and those officials are not doing well at all!"

One of the disciples didn't dare to raise his head, but he mustered up the courage to express his bitterness.

"Yes! Why not let the emperor send a large army to search for Zhuge Wolong?"

Another disciple hurriedly offered advice.

"Shh!"

However, what greeted them was a long tongue.

Tongues pierced their hearts and protruded from their backs, bringing up bloody flowers.

Seeing the loss of those two people, the other disciples present were even more frightened and uneasy, and the timid ones even peed their pants.

Cihang Pudu withdrew his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think the emperor really regards me as a god?"

"The emperor is very shrewd, he just wants me to refine the elixir of immortality for him!"

"Zhuge Wolong is the only person in the world who can threaten me. If the emperor finds out, I'm afraid the emperor will find Zhuge Wolong and use him as a bargaining chip to force me to refine the elixir of immortality. But can I make it?"

Seeing the disciple prostrate on the ground trembling like a quail, Cihang Pudu sneered.

All the disciples said yes one after another.

Cihang Pudu then said coldly: "Are there any places that haven't been detected?"

Hearing this, a disciple with trembling hands took out a map from his pocket.

On the map, many places are marked with cinnabar.

There are only a dozen counties marked, that is to say, they can be sure that Zhuge Wolong is in these counties.

However, in that county, it's nothing more than that.

Therefore, a vigorous search is required.

Cihang Pudu looked at the map, hesitated a little, and gritted his teeth: "A bunch of trash, I'll go find it myself!"

"Master, absolutely not, the night of the full moon is coming soon, when your mouth will be weak, those old guys from Xianmen are probably waiting to plot against you!"

The disciple who opened the map, with a face full of anxiety, hurriedly tried to persuade him.

These disciples are all human races, not monsters.

However, their minds have long been eroded, and they have completely betrayed the human race.

Moreover, Cihang Pudu is controlled by secret techniques, so Cihang Pudu dares to entrust such an important matter to them.

"I've been prepared!"