Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 20 Naga Evil Magic: Transforming a Ribbon into a Snake.

He travels north to Yue in the morning and to Cangwu in the evening, a green snake hidden in his sleeve, his courage bold and unrestrained.

"This is the real Wong Tai Sin."

The appearance of Huang Bai signifies that his method has been fully mastered.

Zhi Gang and his men were overjoyed.

The atmosphere on the other side was not so cheerful; the entire forest fell silent for a moment.

More than two hundred gunmen, guns at the ready, looked up at the Taoist priest in mid-air. Their expressions slowly changed from fierce to bewildered, and finally, only uncontrollable fear remained.

The leader was the first to regain his senses, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Playing tricks!" He pointed to the sky. "Beat them!"

He didn't believe there were ghost hunters in the world who weren't afraid of guns and cannons.

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out instantly.

Bang bang bang bang!

Flames roared, and a barrage of comments swept through the air like a torrential downpour.

Hundreds of guns fired simultaneously, shaking the valley and sending bullets hurtling towards the suspended figure.

Zhi Gang's heart was in his throat.

Huang Yaozu and Li Guoqiang's expressions also changed drastically, and they instinctively wanted to rush out.

But what happened next left everyone stunned.

The bullet hit.

Every shot hit its mark.

The yellowish-white body swayed repeatedly high in the air, its chest, shoulders, waist, abdomen, and forehead all pierced by bullets. The bullet holes were dense, almost turning the figure into a sieve.

There was no blood, no broken bones, and he died on the spot.

The bullets simply passed through, as if they had hit a phantom.

Huang Bai remained standing in mid-air, his long hair flying and his Taoist robe fluttering.

"What...what is this?"

"Can't hit it?"

"It's not that I can't hit it, it's that even if I do... it's useless!"

Tongtianwang stood there, his smile frozen.

He could sense that the thing in the sky was not a living person's body at all; it was a soul separated from its body, a skill that vengeful ghosts were proud of.

Now, they have discovered that this ability is not unique to them.

The leader's expression changed completely, and for the first time, panic appeared in his eyes.

"Keep hitting him! Don't stop! Knock him down!"

The gunmen had no choice but to grit their teeth and pull the trigger again.

At this moment, Huang Bai moved. He raised his hand and made a hand seal, and golden light surged from his fingertips.

The next moment, Huang Bai swooped down from the sky like a bolt of divine thunder crashing down from the heavens.

boom!

He fell straight into the gun formation, golden light shooting wildly through the crowd, the soil exploding, stones flying everywhere, and the shockwave instantly knocked several gunmen away. The wildly shooting golden light instantly took away more than ten gunmen.

Before anyone could react, the sword light had already appeared.

hum!

The magic sword was drawn, its cold light gleaming.

The four gunmen in the front row were cut in half at the waist, their guns and bodies scattered on the ground as blood mist exploded in the morning sun.

Huang Bai didn't stop, and with a sudden burst of speed, he rammed forward, firing three consecutive Sun Spells with his left hand.

boom! boom! boom!

Three golden beams pierced through the crowd in succession, and the foreheads of three gunmen who were raising their guns to launch a sneak attack exploded at the same time, their bodies falling backward.

"Stop him!"

"Fire! Fire now!"

"Don't let him get close!"

Chaos erupted in the mountains and forests, with gunshots, screams, and angry curses all mixed together.

To Huang Bai, this group of people was practically a wooden stake.

Guns and cannons are useless against souls.

Huang Bai charged into the crowd with his sword drawn, his movements so fast they almost left afterimages. Wherever his sword passed, hands were severed or heads were cut off.

Some people had just raised their guns when their wrists flew off; others turned to run away, only to have their backs pierced by a golden light.

Blood flowed down the hillside, quickly staining the grass and trees beneath their feet red.

This was a truly one-sided massacre.

The composure on Tongtianwang's face vanished completely, and he turned to retreat.

But Huang Bai had his eye on him long ago.

"Which way?"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Bai pushed off with his feet, his body skimming along the ground, and caught up with him in the blink of an eye.

Unable to escape, Tongtianwang raised his hand and unleashed a wicked spell. His orange monk's robe billowed, and a dark shadow darted out.

This is a two-headed cobra, a product of Thai Naga sorcery, a spell powerful enough to harm the soul.

The two-headed cobra stretched out several meters and lunged at the yellowish-white soul.

puff!

The magic sword slashed mercilessly, splitting the Naga serpent in two. Its body fell to the ground and transformed into a brown sash.

At the same time, three golden beams shot towards Tongtianwang.

Tongtianwang's body split open on the spot, his monk's robe, flesh, bones, and black mist all shattered together.

"ah!!!"

The old ghost let out a mournful scream, his corpse fell to the ground, and his ghostly figure shattered into pieces, turning into a large number of streams of fireflies that all flowed into Huang Bai's body.

"King Tongtian!"

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Although this old monk was not the strongest under the Ghost King, he was not a nobody who could be easily killed. In the end, he couldn't even last three moves against Huang Bai.

"withdraw!"

The ghost leader suddenly shouted and turned to flee into the depths of the forest.

Huang Bai turned his head and glanced at him.

The next instant, Huang Bai soared into the air, passing through the dense shadows of the trees.

The ghost leader had only rushed out a dozen steps when Huang Bai was already in front of him, raising his hand to strike with his sword.

The demon leader roared, his face instantly turning demonic, his fangs bared, and his hands swelled into pitch-black demonic claws, viciously grabbing at Huang Bai's chest.

The remaining gunmen swarmed forward.

Whoosh!

The yellow and white colors disappeared.

The next moment, one of the gunmen revealed a strange smile, raised his hand and fired a shot, the bullet piercing through the leader's chest.

The demon leader froze, a sense of overwhelming despair welling up inside him.

This is a trick used by a vengeful ghost.

Moreover, this person is even stronger; he can even possess the body of a vengeful ghost.

In that brief moment of distraction, Huang Bai reappeared, and a golden light severed his neck.

The ghost leader's head rolled twice, his face still showing the horror that he hadn't had time to retract.

Huang Bai raised his hand and cast another Sun Spell, golden light piercing through the ghost's brow and emerging from the back of its head.

boom!

A large amount of yin energy and fireflies were swallowed up by the inner core in the yellow and white abdomen like a whale.

Now, the entire forest has completely collapsed.

"The demon is dead!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

The remaining gunmen could no longer hold back and scattered in all directions to escape. Some dropped their guns, some fell down, and they were no longer the menacing figures they had been when they surrounded the mountain.

Huang Bai did not immediately give chase.

Zhi Gang and his men had already taken out their guns to finish things off.

He stood amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, slowly raising his head to look at the helicopter hovering in the sky.

The people on the helicopter, who were just scanning the mountain with searchlights, are now in a panic, frantically trying to gain altitude.

Huang Yaozu looked at the yellow and white sky, and his eyelids twitched violently.

"He wouldn't even consider cutting that thing down, would he...?"

Before Li Guoqiang could speak, Huang Bai had already moved.

He suddenly rose from the ground and soared into the sky.

The morning light fell on him, golden light swirling around him, his Taoist robe fluttering. His figure was as fast as an arrow released from a bow, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with the helicopter.

The people in the cabin turned pale.

The driver frantically pulled the lever, but it was too late.

Yellow and white hues clung to the hatch, while golden light pierced the pilot's forehead.

boom!

The helicopter crashed and exploded, with fireballs and debris flying everywhere, like blood-red fireworks blooming in the morning glow.

He slowly descended back into the forest, stood in the morning sun, his magic sword hanging askew, not a drop of blood on his body.

The ground was littered with corpses and scattered weapons. The firelight and bloodstains mingled together, reflecting his unparalleled ferocity.

Huang Yaozu, Li Guoqiang, and Zhigang were all dumbfounded.

After a long while, Zhi Gang was the first to come to his senses. He wiped his face hard and burst out laughing.

"Cool!"

"As expected, only gods can subdue vengeful spirits!"

"You damned, vengeful ghost, you're possessed, and so are we."

Huang Yaozu's chest heaved, and his hand holding the gun trembled.

Looking at the figure in front of him, he suddenly felt that he had finally gotten some revenge for all the anger and beatings he had suffered these past few days.

Li Guoqiang was speechless, feeling that this scene would stay with him for a lifetime.

Huang Bai sheathed his sword and turned to look at the three of them.

"Let's catch up later, let's finish this off first."

"Yes, finish them off!"

"Don't let any of them escape today!"

The yellowish-white soul flew to a remote place and returned to its physical body.

He then came to the remains of the Tongtian King.

A leather book was found in the monk's robe, with ancient seal script written on it in a crooked manner.

"The technique of transforming a ribbon into a snake."

As expected, Huang Bai was right; these remote little villages had preserved ancient magic spells perfectly.

"Let's go back to Hong Kong."

Humanity's counterattack begins at this moment.