While the girls were dragging their tired bodies to the next location, a battle was also taking place in an old building near Chinatown, San Francisco, on the other end of the United States.

A resentful spirit emerged from the wall, grabbed the back of a bald man with one claw. With a sound, the claws and the man grabbed the man's body made a sound of metal and iron intersecting. The man was caught and rushed forward, but he twisted his waist with the momentum of rushing forward, and an eight-edged stick as thick as a bowl roared towards the head of the resentful spirit.

The strength of the vengeful spirit this time is far greater than that of Li and his friends in Chicago. Not only is the physical face clearly visible, but the IQ does not decline at all. The body can also be transformed between entities and ghosts at will. Even in places like hell, unless they have flames or are stronger than their soul magical abilities, even the horned demons and the other people who are as strong as the horned demons will have a headache when they see this kind of demon.

However, this time they kicked the iron plate. The protective Dharma of the disciples of Nirvana Sect was exactly the nemesis of this kind of ghost. The claw mixed with physical and soul attacks could not attack an inch, and the Buddhist power attached to the stick that turned over his head was no less than the holy light of the Holy Church. The vengeful spirit that attacked with one blow disappeared.

"Amitabha." While chanting the Buddha's name, the bald man showed his actions without showing any mercy. The eighteen ways of subduing demons sticks are inseparable from the enemy's vital points.

"Senior Brother Jingchan is a good method. He really has the power of subduing the demons of the Buddhist Vajra." A young man cheered loudly from behind. While he was talking, a handful of talisman paper was sprinkled out, but it was accurately attached to the resentful spirit that appeared behind him. The moment he was pasted, a blue-purple flame rushed out of the talisman paper, and the resentful spirit was squeaking.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Hu Xiu's Maoshan Spirit Talisman is also extraordinary, it is worthy of being the best in Taoist exorcism." The little monk Jingchan also responded with a smile.

"Don't praise each other, who will help me?" The two turned around and couldn't help laughing. A young Taoist who looked like a simple old farmer was dodging the attack of the resentful spirit in a mess. If it weren't for the two slight-skinned men beside him who used their bodies to help him withdrew from one or two, I would have been poisoned.

Although this young man looked ordinary, he was the most outstanding disciple of the Shangqing Palace in Beim Mountain. His name was Gu Chen. The two great men around him were the war corpses he refined, and they had already reached the realm of black zombie. These two war corpses were finally found in an ancient battlefield. The place should have been a swamp in ancient times. For some reason, these two war generals chased him here, and they were both swallowed by the swamp. They still retained their appearance when they were found. Moreover, since the swamp was located in an extremely yin place, the souls of the two were imprisoned there and could not be reborn. After he found it, they were willing to follow his orders to go on the path of cultivation.

However, in their group, he was originally the strongest, but he only had hands-on fighting because his corpse was controlled, and he was really not good at fighting against the resentful spirit, so he was the most embarrassed one.

Before Jingchan and Hu Xiu could do something, two fireballs flew over and burned all the two resentful spirits besieging Gu Chen.

After burning the flames of the resentful spirits gathered together, John appeared from it and sighed, looking at Chicago resentfully and said, "Senior Brother, you must have done it on purpose, a monk, a Taoist priest, a freak who is happier than a living person, and even sent me to the farthest distance from those little girls..."

Gu Chen looked loyal and honest. After staying with them for a long time and losing the supervision of his elders, he also showed his introverted nature. He smiled and patted John and said, "Don't Sacramento still has your Alanz female grandfather, it's not far from this."

John gave him a blank look, "You hide away from me. Only you like this kind of woman who is old and has a younger choice. Why should I ate that old tree?"

"Okay, okay, have you all solved?"

John shrugged, "This time the demon is just right for my taste, very simple."

"Huh, this is the third wave in two days. I'm so tired. I've obviously sealed the passages for a while, why are there so many more passages? Could it be that I accidentally dug a few more passages when digging the sewer?" Hu Xiu held a magic talisman as a fan and leaned against the wall to fan the wind. He has really exhausted him these days. The Maoshan Sect is not good at physical strength. Although his combat experience has indeed grown rapidly, his physical strength is not easy to keep up.

"Do you think this is digging a well? You can dig it up with just dig it, but it's a bit weird. You didn't have so many before you came. Will your physique attract demons?" John was also a little surprised.

"If you want to attract monsters and monsters, we are Junior Brother Jingchan. They have this tradition in Buddhism." Gu Chen quipped.

"Amitabha, the little monk is not a Jin Chanzi, so it's not that popular."

Just as they were having fun here, a kind old man in the crowd outside the building looked inside and smiled. He crushed a glass bead in his hand without anyone paying attention, and then slowly left the crowd, muttering, "It's really interesting. It seems that there are some guardians in every big city. Well, it's okay, anyway, this group is cannon fodder, so it's better to consume more of your strength." As he said that, his figure disappeared from the corner of the street.

Not long after, John listened to the voice he least wanted to hear from his headphones: "The God of Fire God, this is a worker bee. A demon trace was found near the Fisherman's Wharf. There are a large number of tourists nearby. I hope your troops will go there quickly."

"The God of Fire understands." John replied weakly, then looked at his tired companion and said, "Let's go, there's another work to do."

The news here was immediately fed back to Chicago headquarters, California, Nevada, and Arizona. A group of veterans frowned and looked at the red dots of the national map on the big screen. New demons were constantly discovered in the big cities they were responsible for. Although there were constantly sealed hell passages, the demons were still increasing.

Finally someone couldn't help it. Tang Xiao, the female elder of the Emei Sword Sect, said: "Nephew Yunjing, should you add more people to the children? We are not as good as we can't do it."

Looking at the slight dissatisfied eyes of the old Taoists, Li had to say, "Uncle Tang Mingjian, I am not my nephew, I will never save you. The situation of the war is so unchanging. These demons are not wise people. Even though they know that these low-level demons are not our opponents, they are sent here continuously like moths to the fire. Don't you think it's strange?"

Tang Xiao lowered his head and thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "What you said makes sense, then what do you think these evil demons and heretics are safe."

"Uncle Master, look at the current situation, hell is obviously using these low-level combat powers to consume our physical strength and morale. From the information they received in the past few days, they even couldn't bear to send another high-level demon to see that they had bad intentions. When they felt that we were powerless and had no other way, the hidden moves would take action. In the eyes of my nephew, it was nothing more than using the high-level combat power in his hands to build one or several bridgeheads on the ground, and then use this as the center to occupy the world with a point to lead the surface."

Seeing that the old Taoists suddenly nodded, Li also continued, "So, I asked all the uncles to deal with this situation. Facing the enemy's high-level combat power, the brothers and sisters lack combat experience, so they must take action by all the elders. And then we can take out all the later moves we have prepared to give the enemy a final blow."

Several old Taoists exchanged opinions with each other, and finally, the old Taoist Wangqing spoke, "Nephew Yunjing, let's do what you said. The old Taoists are good at practicing and are not very good at these strategies and things, so they will follow your command."

"Yes, Master, please rest assured. I will not let you ignore all my brothers. A group of reinforcements will soon support them on various battlefields."
Chapter completed!