At this shout, a little girl who had been hiding behind them suddenly rushed out of the front row and took off the evil ghost mask on her head, revealing her pretty face.
However, although this little face is beautiful, it is expressionless, and its eyes are like dead fish eyes, without expression, staring straight and silent.
Zhang Dayong didn't care, and slapped his hand on the little girl's head. Suddenly, the world was shaken, and a towering tree that could not be separated suddenly appeared from the little girl's Tianling Cap. This
The tree was lush and green, more than three meters high, and it reached the top of the cave. I looked at it and found that it was 70% similar to the ghost locust tree I had seen before. As soon as the tree appeared, it suddenly changed and immediately became...
An old woman on crutches jumped down from above the little girl's head, steady and calmly looking at everything in front of us.
As soon as this old woman appeared, the entire space suddenly became a bit colder, giving us the illusion of being in a refrigerator.
I, Zamao Xiaodao and Yang Cao were all shocked. Isn't this old woman the same woman who pretended to be Meng Po in the farm before and tricked us into drinking Liluo Meng Po soup?
She's not dead yet?
The rolling thunder caused by the Zamao Trail did not kill this old woman. What happened?
Seeing that we were all dumbfounded, Zhang Dayong laughed proudly, pointed at us, and said that many people were guessing why I, Zhang Dayong, was able to climb down that old immortal Zhu Zuoliang? No one could have imagined that I could actually do it.
In this cave, I encountered one of the few ghost cultivators in the world of Fengdu, Xiwei Ghost Mother! Haha, this is the most important trump card of my Ghost Masked Brotherhood!
Na Xiwei Guimu was leaning on a walking stick made of old locust wood. She squinted her eyes and looked at Brother Ice Corpse Long, who was a little shorter than herself. She smiled, cracked open a missing tooth, and lit it with locust wood.
He nodded and said, "My old friends and I, when we have nothing to do, always wonder who lives in this big coffin. When I saw you today, brother, I found out that...
They are no different from our ordinary evil foreign objects, they are all ugly..."
Brother Ice Corpse Dragon didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at me who was retreating temporarily. It rang in my mind: "...that old woman ran away!"
It didn't talk to me just now, but at this moment, it still told me this apologetically, obviously it didn't take its opponent seriously.
Old lady Ke actually ran away? This old lady was able to escape from Brother Long’s hands. Isn’t it incredible?
However, its attitude immediately annoyed the Xiwei ghost mother who was pretending to be a boy. The old female ghost slapped her cane and shouted loudly: "Don't be so presumptuous. Do you know that I have laid a dragnet here?"
, boundless evil spirits permeate the Guiyuan Formation, but anyone who is not a member of our congregation is just a floating cloud. You can get out, but you can't go back."
What she said was scary, and our hearts skipped a beat. However, Zamao Xiaodao smiled sternly and said, "What nonsense is the Guiyuan Formation? How dare an old ghost protected by the Yin Veins of the mountain dare to be so rampant? I want to take a look at you."
How did you prevent us from going back?
He took a step forward, and the lightning strike mahogany sword in his hand drew an arc and stabbed Xiwei Ghost Mother who was the most forward.
The peach wood that has been struck several times by thunder has been sword-made by famous masters, carved by small paths, and nourished with swords and bodies. It has a natural suppressive component against ghost bodies. However, the Xiwei Ghost Mother is not afraid. With a wave of her hand, an invisible
The strength took control of Zamao Xiaodao's body, preventing him from moving forward. The peach wood sword was hesitant in an instant and could no longer move forward.
Xiwei Ghost Mother's magic power is several levels higher than Zhang Dayong's, and she must have reached the level of a ghost king.
What is the ghost king? It should be mentioned before. It is the condensation of countless wronged souls, like a poison, and the survival of the fittest kills the same kind. What is left in the end is just the prototype that has just been completed, just like Xuerui's current Chihuahua, which was called the curse in the past.
The spirit doll is one of these types. Of course, the former is natural and the latter is artificial, so they are completely different. Then, you need to find something like the Earthly Evil Yin Vein to inhabit the body to prevent it from being washed by the evil wind.
The Great Dao excludes, and after a period of practice, one can reach the right level and achieve the body of the Ghost King - the little girl just now must have been born with Yin veins, the instrument to accommodate the Xiwei Ghost Mother.
Of course, there are also some practitioners who, because their lifespan is approaching and their time has come, and they do not have the power to be reincarnated and do not want their souls to return to the underworld, so they abandon their physical bodies and condense their spiritual bodies. This is ghost cultivation, which is another way.
All in all, this kind of old guy who has been practicing for hundreds of years is definitely not so easy to deal with.
As soon as Zamao Xiaodao's figure was restrained, he immediately recited the sutra, and began to form seals with his hands hard and slowly, resisting all the invisible forces exerted on himself. But at this moment, a black shadow rushed forward, an ice corpse
Brother Long suddenly rushed forward and struck the Xiwei Ghost Mother with a palm. As a spirit body, Xiwei Ghost Mother's reactions were naturally countless times more sensitive than ordinary people. Her body floated back, and the locust wood staff in her hand
, then point towards the other party.
A ghost mist that was even more dense and black than Zhang Dayong's, wrapped around the advancing Ice Corpse Dragon Brother.
Brother Ice Corpse Dragon was not afraid, he rushed forward quickly, raised his hands, and suddenly emitted a blue light. When I saw this scene from behind, I couldn't help being surprised. These blue hands
, aren't they my demon witch hands? However, its hands are cold, not much the same as mine. But I saw its hands grabbing forward, like searching for something from a bag, grabbing the black mist.
On hand.
The terrifying and bloodthirsty black mist was like dough in the hands of Brother Ice Corpse Dragon. After a few pinches, it was all put into his hands without even a drop left.
An understatement, so domineering.
After Brother Ice Corpse Dragon decisively put an end to the black mist in front of him, he slapped Mother Xiwei with his palm, and Mother Xiwei used her locust wood crutch to attack. The two sides hit each other suddenly, and I saw the figure of Brother Ice Corpse Dragon.
Shocked, she took half a step back, but the Xiwei ghost mother couldn't withstand the huge force and flew away quickly. Brother Long took advantage of the situation and took a step forward to continue the pursuit. However, Zhang Dayong
He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, fighting the scary little man in front of him for a few more blows.
At the same time, Hong Anzhong and Qingcheng elders immediately approached Zhaduo, the master of Mengla Honglu, the evil spirit sect.
The three of them individually are not as powerful as the heroic Zado, but the difference is actually not much. What's more, in a life and death fight, there are too many things that can determine the outcome, and there is no way to compare them.
Everyone swarmed up, Zhaduo almost lost his life just now, and now they rushed forward to attack. This pampered old fox couldn't resist it. Looking back, he saw that among the many confidants he had brought, he only had that little one.
There were three or two cats, and they were even more horrified. They felt regretful for a moment, took a few steps, and even retreated to the passage over there.
However, it was too late to leave at this time. Hong Anzhong turned around with a pair of iron palms and swatted the guy in the air while the congregants were rushing towards him.
This palm, from fast to slow, finally stopped slowly and stopped moving forward.
Zhaduo, who had exposed himself in order to escape, had just taken two steps when he was slapped with a palm from afar. His huge body suddenly lost its balance the moment Hong Anzhong's palm froze, as if he was struck by a huge and invisible palm.
After hitting it, a large mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth and flew into the air.
Monk Xiuyun decisively cleaned up the few small fish in front of him, then rushed up and slapped Zaduo who fell down again.
The Buddha's hands, thick and fleshy, carried the huge kinetic energy of his body, and slapped Zaduo, who was even fatter than him. The fat on the two fat men's bodies suddenly began to rise and fall, trembling in various ways. This palm slap
Next, Zhaduo screamed, the sound was sharp and painful, and many people came to the rescue frantically, while Wang Zhengyi and Hong Anzhong were carrying him beside him, allowing Monk Xiuyun to use his old punches on Zhaduo who was lying down.
Bang bang bang... Monk Xiuyun was like a dough bag, and the string of baby heads in Zaduo's hand exploded instantly, and thirteen ghost dolls with big heads, green faces and ferocious eyes flew out from it and flew in the air.
After half a circle, they all rushed towards Monk Xiuyun.
The whole space was filled with the sharp cries of those dolls.
Next to him, Wang Zhengyi was guarding his wings.
At this time, I had already worked with Zamao Xiaodao to knock down the worshiper holding a bamboo stick. Duoduo and the paper ghost who had been entangled in the air had already decided the winner. The little girl said proudly.
He crumpled the frozen thin pieces of paper into a ball, then raised his head and inhaled it into his body.
In the chaotic scene, no one could care about anyone else. I felt that there were figures in front of me and behind me, and everyone was fighting with all their strength. Either you die or I live. This is the simplest truth.
Justice, morality, black and white have become irrelevant. Only victory, only success, is the only criterion for testing truth.
The lightning-struck mahogany sword in Zamao Xiaodao's hand guided a strange talisman formation, forcing the old man who was holding a soul-calling flag and constantly shaking out more than forty evil spirits into the corner, while I couldn't care less about my old age.
He was already high, and with a cruel kick, he kicked the old man directly to the rock wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the last evil ghost crimson.
Zhang Dayong and Xiwei Ghost Mother worked together to fight the Ice Corpse Dragon Brother. When they saw so many people dead and injured on the left and right, they were not angry but happy. They shouted at Xiwei Ghost Mother: "Ancestor, this blood has been enough, do you want to open the big formation?"
Xiwei Ghost Mother's eyes lit up and she shouted sternly: "Open..."
open!
open!
The sound spread and echoed everywhere. The blood on the ground became a river and seemed to be ready to move. We were all panicked. If the blood mist formation like before really appeared, we would definitely be defeated. However, after a moment, there was still no change.
Zhang Dayong and Xiwei Ghost Mother couldn't help but froze.