Ghost paints skin and sees life.

The faceless cult and the Beggar Immortal Sect have a profound plan and use ginseng dolls to secretly recruit monks from all walks of life in the world.

They thought they were secret, but they didn't expect that in the painted scrolls, all secrets were no longer secrets.

The details of the other party’s plan are not clear yet, but the feet are exposed, where can they hide?

If you don’t know, don’t do it unless you do it yourself.

Now it is impossible to hide it as before.

However, the Beggars' Sect is powerful and the faceless cult is sneaky. With its current trump card, it still has some shortcomings.

Next, it's time to make some preparations.

Zhuang Ke spread his hands and suddenly saw the two pages of the painting of the ancient scroll.

One is for the charlatan to be worshipped by all living beings, the other is for the thief to fly over the eaves and walls.

Wherever I stared at, I saw a chaotic aura spreading out, which was inexplicably treacherous.

The air stopped flowing, with a viscous and weird sound, a noisy sound, and a psychedelic color.

"Here you come!"

All of these are all strange phenomena of spontaneous spread of spirituality on the ancient scrolls of paintings.

Zhuang Keguang looked at him, but saw the charlatan and the thief staring at the scroll, and laughed strangely in unison.

"Zhuang Ke, whoever believes in me will receive eternal life!"

"Do you want to grow three hands, too?"

The sound of bewitching will never disperse.

Zhuang Ke narrowed his eyes and laughed instead of being shocked.

When you are alive, you are no match for me.

I have been taken in by me after death, and I want to be arrogant even if I have some remnants.

After a cold shout, Zhuang Ke's thoughts flipped over and everything ended abruptly.

Sigh!

Zhuang Ke tore off the painted skin and sat in front of the table, rustling... and starting like flying.

The red candle sways, reflecting the figure lying on the desk.

A square space, a shadow puppet world.

And the fog was separated in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the grand scene was perfectly displayed in his conception.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. In Jiazi, the world will be very lucky!"

The sound of tsunamis and thrilling sounds of excitement and magnificence.

Ancient and grand battlefield, bloody storm, corpses are formed, and shouts of killing are soaring into the sky.

The soldiers with yellow turbans were surging like a tide.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were unstoppable. From the center, a towering altar was erected with yellow banners on each side, with dragon-patterned ancient seal scripts written on them, saying, "Great Sages and Good Teachers" and "General of the Heavenly King"!

A yellow-robed Taoist stood on it, carrying his hands on his back, looking up at the sky, his head not low at all.

A person's body seems to be in harmony with the sky!

There is a conception in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the knife is like a god.

Shadow puppet demons have self-sufficiency, and the ninth-grade secret recipe needs to be carefully engraved.

Zhuang Ke devoted all his heart to every knife, and his hands were so steady that they never trembled at all.

Soon, the bearded Taoist, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, took shape at his subordinates, with a vicissitudes of sight, as if he was looking at the infinite distance, just like the balance.

The wind blew inside Wuyou's residence, and the beams were full of praise.

"What a Taoist, so courageous!"

"There were five martial arts sons first, and now there are Taoist priests. Sooner or later, all the companions of the three sects and all the various ranks of the sects will be together!"

"I wonder what kind of magic he can do?"

...

The strange shadow puppets moved and made all kinds of weird jokes.

But Zhuang Ke held his breath and concentrated, holding his brush in his hand, falling in the air, in his eyes.

With a light stroke, the eyes of the great wise and good teacher Zhang Jiao instantly lit up, and the silent pupils appeared unprecedentedly, and the vast dim halo spread out, like the breath of a living thing.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

He shouted in a deep voice, looked up, and his eyes instantly locked on Zhuang Ke.

"You are the heaven? Even after I die, I want to dominate my destiny! Don't think about it!"

Wow!

Zhang Jiao waved his long sleeves, and his body was the size of a palm, but golden beans were sprinkled with sand and gravel. When they fell to the ground, they turned into heavenly soldiers and generals. They were fearless and fearless, and they turned to the giant in front of him. The sky turned into a killing force.

"It turns out that rebellion is the nature of the shadow puppet demon!" Zhuang Ke had expected it and said with a smile.

"Five Martial Arts Sons!" He shouted and there was an echo.

"The lord has an order, dare not obey orders!"

The silver threads hang down, and the five martial arts sons suddenly appeared, but they entered the formation without thinking.

The boxing technique breaks through the air, the bombardment of true energy, the invisible mental power, the sharp and cold light, and the hidden weapons are like rain...

The five of them are shadow puppet monsters, and in essence they are not inferior to Zhang Jiao.

How could these creatures who sprinkle beans into soldiers be their opponents?

The so-called heavenly soldiers and generals are vulnerable under their palms, and they lose a lot.

"Good warrior, look at my magic!" Zhang Jiao snorted angrily, but saw a golden light bursting out from his cuffs, and was about to impose the magic again.

Ao!

But I heard a roar.

His ankle hurt, but he was bitten hard by a white-haired dog, and his spirituality was no longer moving.

"God, I, Zhang Jiao, will never admit defeat!" Zhang Jiao looked up at the face as big as the sky in front of him, struggling desperately, wanting to fight again.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

But I saw strands of silver thread hanging upside down, forcibly tied it upside down and hung it upside down onto the beam of the house.

It is a shadow puppet demon and Zhuang Ke is a shadow puppet craftsman. As soon as this farce appears, it is forcibly suppressed.

"Hehehehe!"

The shadow puppet on the beam of the house was shaking, and gloating and laughing endlessly.

"Another unlucky guy!"

"We can't see the reason clearly. We all made it by him. How can we resist?"

"If you don't suffer a big loss, he doesn't know how terrible Zhuang Ke is!"

...

Zhuang Ke ignored these noises.

Just because Zhang Jiao's shadow play demon hung on the beam of the house, an extremely wonderful feeling had emerged.

"Shadow Puppet Demon Zhang Jiao

Characteristics: Talisman, sprinkle beans

Price: Great wise and good teachers will not be subject to destiny!

…”

If you want to use shadow puppet, you will have to suffer backlash.

This shadow puppet demon will take the spirit of a great wise and good teacher to replace the sky with Huang Tian, ​​so he must be arrogant and unwilling to surrender easily.

Zhuang Ke, the shadow puppet owner, was regarded as the incarnation of the sky by him. He was afraid that if he indulged in a little, he would turn his back on the spot.

Fu Shui, sprinkle beans?

Looking at Zhang Jiao's characteristics again, Zhuang Ke shook his head slightly.

Zhang Jiao Daxian’s name is a very high-spirited teacher, and he is definitely not a low position in the temple.

It’s still a bit of a bad idea to shape it with the secret recipe of the ninth-grade charlatan.

Fortunately, the goal has been achieved!

The Beggars' Sect is powerful and has many minions, which is really annoying.
To be continued...