Volume 1 In 2007, I Was Sucked By My Grandma In The Golden Silkworm Poison Chapter 11
"Hahaha……"
Blood Owl Yang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, like a night owl or a roaring baboon. Its upper lip was turned up high and covered its nostrils. Its fierce look was revealed, and it jumped out. Its goal was not to end the knot.
The third uncle of the "Tiangang Four Symbols Array", Zamao Xiaodao and others are the ones closest to the altar.
My right hand had tightly grasped the hunting knife from Baokang County, and I was well prepared. When I saw it coming towards me with a strange gust of wind, I was not timid. I avoided its sharp edge and jumped to the side. The hunting knife was pointed at it.
The palm he waved over cut it off. My uncle had cut off its hamstring just now, but it had almost no effect on it. It was also flexible. It stepped on its feet and shifted its position. Suddenly, a length of hand seemed to grow out and come to grab mine.
Tianling cover.
"Lu Zuo, retreat into the formation!"
The third uncle shouted at me, and I immediately turned around and ran towards the crowded place. Xue Xiaoyang followed me, waving his big hand, and almost caught him several times.
My clothes. The last time, it grabbed my backpack and yanked hard. I almost flew back. But I was also quick-witted. The golden silkworm escaped from its shell, rolled on the spot, and finally hid in the crowd.
As soon as they entered the formation, the four of them took two steps forward in unison. The third uncle held the thunder strike jujube sword and handed it forward, shouting "Broken"!
Unexpectedly, with his loud shout, the quiet room exploded like thunder, and a lot of dust fell.
Xue Xiaoyang reached out to slap the tip of the sword, and his whole body trembled with lightning.
All the hair on my back stood up, and I was stunned.
Unexpectedly, the wooden sword that Zamao Xiaodao told me was actually real. According to him, this lightning strike jujube sword was made from a jujube tree that is over fifty years old in a mountain peak in Jurong.
.Jujube wood is a hard wood with a hard texture. It can be used to carve words on monuments. During the Anti-Japanese War, our army’s underground military factories even used old jujube wood to make machine bearings. When making it, it was mostly chosen before and after the hibernation in spring, and tied
Place a lightning needle on a tree and wait when the spring thunder rolls. If the jujube tree is struck by lightning, the energy of the thunder and lightning will be accumulated in the core of the tree. Just take a bunch of cores from such a large tree trunk and ask a famous craftsman to sharpen it into a sword.
The number of lightning strikes determines the quality of the wooden sword. One strike is one turn, and the higher it is, the stronger it is. Nine turns is the best.
However, it cannot exceed ten. If it is full, it will overflow. The whole tree will turn into coke from the inside to the outside and cannot be used again. The doorway here is one in man and the other in heaven. Heaven and earth echo each other. It is only through luck that such a thing can be achieved.
A "Thunder Strike Jujube Sword", a wooden sword that is more powerful than a hundred-year-old peach wood.
Uncle San's one is said to have withstood a six-turn lightning strike.
I just thought Zamao Xiaodao was bragging, but today I saw my third uncle relying on formations, spitting out spells, and with just one blow, he was able to repel the blood owl Yang, who I thought was very powerful, with the power of thunder and lightning. I even
I crawled back to the back door for fear of disturbing their formation. Watching the four of them follow Yu's steps, which I originally thought was just a flower stand, and circle around the ferocious Blood Owl Yang, I sighed in my heart: This is indeed the land of the Central Plains.
, well-known and upright people, and indeed they are all masters, which is beyond the reach of a small Miao cultivator like me.
Extremely awesome!
The four-person formation headed by the third uncle advanced and retreated in a relaxed and relaxed manner, like a forest, and fought steadily. They actually eased Xue Xiaoyang's fierce strength, which was as fierce as a Tyrannosaurus rex. Xue Xiaoyang screamed, but seemed to have stepped into it.
In the swamp, the whole body couldn't use any strength. Whenever it found the right target and struck hard, it would always be greeted by a black and yellow wooden sword, which electrocuted it until it screamed, "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch..."
It’s hard for me to describe this situation. We can imagine a scene like this:
A powerful little bird suddenly broke into a spider web in the forest, and then struggled hard to escape from this clinging web. However, the harder it struggled, the tighter it became, until it lost its strength.
Exhaustion and eventual death.
Xue Xiaoyang's movements finally slowed down. As soon as it paused, it immediately suffered an unceremonious and fatal blow. The Tiangang Four Symbols Formation was like a constantly running meat grinder, while Zamao Xiaodao and Sanshu, who were full of physical strength,
It is the sharpest blade. Every minute, one or more wounds are added to Xue Xiaoyang's body without stopping, until Xue Xiaoyang's throat is cut with a cut like a baby's lips, blood spatters everywhere, and then the third uncle jumps.
He stood up and swung his sword fiercely, his head was thrown high, and his body fell down suddenly.
Although a lot of blood was spared, the thin spurt of blood still shot out like a high-pressure water cannon.
The headless Blood Owl Yang knelt on the ground and worshiped in the direction of the altar.
The blood was concentrated on the altar, and the giant stone tripod was soaked in blood.
Xue Xiaoyang was dead. The uncle and Zhou Lin who had been holding on to themselves became exhausted and fell to the ground. The third uncle kicked Xiaoyang over who was sending blood to the altar, and shouted "Xiao Ming, help me".
People held hands, and Zamao Xiaodao sang a section of "Deng Zhen Yin Jue". The third uncle held a peach wood sword, took out a talisman from the bag, stabbed it with the tip of the sword, and then moved regularly in the air.
, the yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, and as the curls of green smoke dispersed, the sound of evil spirits whimpering and roaring came from the air.
It's so miserable, isn't it scary?
The third uncle held the wooden sword, drew three lines horizontally and four lines vertically, and suddenly shouted loudly: "That demon spirit, why don't you show up quickly?"
The headless Blood Owl Yang was shaken, and suddenly a black gas as thick as ink emerged, spinning rapidly, and then the electricity shot onto the stone cauldron on the altar, hovering on the two metal cauldron handles. What is this?
?I squinted my eyes and looked over, and after just one glance, I felt the fear and anger in my heart rising together, exchanging with each other, and all kinds of evil thoughts came out, and I wanted to surrender under this giant cauldron.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
Sanshu and Zamao Xiaodao recited a Taoist chant together, which was like a big bell, and it went straight into my heart. I suddenly realized that this evil thing had been causing mischief. The so-called formation, everything was arranged properly, but
If there is no array spirit, it must be like a computer without a CPU and cannot run. And this evil thing is the tomb spirit left by the ancients here. Let's call it the tomb spirit.
After it lingered on the cauldron for a few seconds, the whole room trembled, and a loud voice came from it. It was human speech, but it didn't sound like it. We listened carefully, and it didn't sound like Chinese, but like... everyone's voice.
All eyes turned to my language, which is Miao dialect, ancient Miao language! Zamao Xiaodao looked at me with a bitter face and said, "Ahem, little poison, please help me translate."
I also smiled bitterly, shook my head and said no, I don’t understand Miao dialect very well either.
My answer surprised even my third uncle. He had a big mouth and asked in surprise: "You know how to raise Gu, but you can't speak Miao dialect?"
I shook my head and said that the children of my generation are all mature and understand a little occasionally. They just "eat", "drink", "carry vegetables" and the like in daily life, but this tomb spirit obviously doesn't.
It means asking us to have a meal.
They looked at each other and couldn't bear to say any harsh words to embarrass me.
Without communication, everyone had to fight with each other. The third uncle said without changing his expression, Xiao Ming, I remember that senior Li Daozi gave you three talismans, a wind talisman, a driving talisman and a driving talisman. The latter two are useless to this monster.
It works wonders. Things have come to a critical juncture. Think about it, which one should you use?
Zamao Xiaodao responded with a crying face, saying that the talisman and wind talisman given by his uncle were used by me to escape from the Huangshan Dragon Python incident eight years ago.
The third uncle was furious and said that you are a prodigal son. Li Daozi is the number one talisman master in Maoshan in modern times. Each of his talismans is worth ten thousand gold. You, you... I won’t blame you after using the wind talisman. Expelling talisman
Where did you use the Thunder Talisman?
Zamao Xiaodao didn't dare to look at his uncle and glanced at me.
I lowered my head and finally understood why this smelly Taoist priest always gritted his teeth and looked as distressed as a dead father when he used the talisman.
While we were arguing, the black mist-like tomb spirit flickered on and off, like a bright lamp on the wall, and changed like fireworks. The third uncle put aside the argument, took out a bag of black dog blood from his backpack, and said nothing.
Throwing it over, the black dog's blood destroyed the evil. However, once it touched the stone cauldron, it seemed to be coated with a layer of wax, which did not stick to it at all and flowed down along several paths.
Suddenly, I heard a whimpering child crying.
Raising our heads, under our gaze, a familiar face slowly emerged from the huge stone tripod. It was Duoduo, with a watermelon head and a baby-fat face. She floated up,
Then she sat on the edge of the cauldron and cried. She was very sad, just like the little match girl, crying alone. Above her head, there was black mist lingering.
The tomb spirit slid down her neck like water, washing Duoduo's body.
When the third uncle saw it, he yelled anxiously, this tomb spirit coveted Duoduo's body of ghosts and demons, and wanted to seize his body! This tomb spirit is neither a ghost, nor a demon, nor an immortal, it is a demonic barrier formed by the grievances of all the undead.
It’s the devil! The devil! He’s gone astray, he’s gone astray. If this little devil takes over Duoduo’s ghost body, he will definitely be able to cultivate himself, swallow the essence of the sun and the moon, and grow rapidly. If he is not destroyed now, he will definitely become a great master in the future.
disaster.
I saw that the whole room was shaking, the ground was tilting, and the bones on the ground were moving to the left. I shouted, what should I do? The third uncle closed his eyes and said that the monster's home ground was on the altar, on the giant stone tripod.
It won't come down, so we can't do anything with it. If we really win, no one can run away, and we can only form a group to go to You Mansion. However, it is dangerous to capture the house, and it may not have the energy to preside over the magic circle. What?
Bullshit Yin Yang Liang Yi Wuxiang Formation, let’s fight, Lu Zuo Xiaoming, you two follow me!
After he said that, he jumped up to the altar without hesitation.
My third uncle said so. Without any hesitation, I jumped up. As soon as I entered, my whole body fell into darkness again. This was not pure darkness, but swimming in the endless black mist.
The fishy smell of blood is conscious, and can outline the sky full of bright red in my heart. Everything around me is rotating up and down, and only I am at the still center of the entire space; or, I am rotating along with everything else.
The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. The name can be named, but it is not named.
In the world of yin and yang, there is black and there is red. It is really a wonderful place... Before I could finish sighing, I heard a call from the alley beside me: "Little poison, follow me!"
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