Volume 1 In 2007, I Was Infused With Golden Silkworm Gu by My Grandma Chapter 12
Yoga, first originated in India, is a general term for physical and mental practice.
Modern yoga mainly uses ancient and easy-to-master techniques to achieve the harmonious unity of body, mind and spirit. The earliest yoga is said to be a dance for writing Dafa and dedicating oneself to sacred dance, and was used to worship the snake god Adisesa.
.This type of dance can communicate with the gods, fight with the gods, invite the gods, perform Yu steps and dance with the gods, etc. It has the same purpose but the same purpose.
The Indian Sikhs' "Kindly Fire Yoga", those who practice it to the highest level, can have the miraculous effect of reshaping body parts and producing bone shrinkage and deformation. This is true and has historical facts and video materials as evidence. It's just that I think it's true.
Unexpectedly, Basong in Thailand is such a master of yoga, and he also practices Kundalini Yoga.
However, what makes me even more unexpected is that Basong is actually a tall man of 1.9 meters, and he can always pretend to be a wretched middle-aged man of less than 1.7 meters. To be honest, with his usual height,
It's considered tall in Thailand. It's weird here. How much strength does it contain in shrinking?
I immediately understood this problem. As soon as I rushed three meters in front of Basong, he quickly took the lead, bullied me, wrapped his hands gently, and grabbed me tightly, unable to move.
This guy is actually a master of fighting? It’s so unscientific and unreasonable! A Nanyang head-dressing master who deals with magic, corpses, and insects all day long is actually a master of yoga fighting! This is simply worse than
The appearance of a doctor who is proficient in both liberal arts and sciences still surprises me. When I fell into the trap, my world view instantly collapsed, my body's center of gravity shifted, and I was knocked to the ground as soon as I met. Bassong pressed down hard, and his
My limbs were like cooked noodles, soft but full of muscles. They pressed me down tightly, unable to move even though I struggled with all my strength.
Next to his shroud-like body, I smelled a very strong smell of body odor, and...the smell of the dead. The mixture of this smell was so unique that when I think about it now, I can't help but pinch my nose.
Of course, my body is also filled with the smell of putrid blood from the beautiful woman's head I just smashed. As a result, the thing that makes me suffer the most tonight, apart from the pain nerves that have been tortured countless times, is my poor nose.
Ordinary people would not be able to eat for three days after hearing this, and would probably suffer from anorexia after hearing it for one night.
I heard a few whizzing winds and remembered that the four waterweed ghosts had returned to Basong's side. Four sharp scythes were all pointed at my neck. As soon as I hit the ground, it is not difficult to imagine that the separation of the body and head is inevitable.
I finally understood what Onegin said. As far as sorcery is concerned, although the countries in Southeast Asia are late in learning, they have a suitable environment, many geniuses, and many ruthless people. It is like a bull market, advancing by leaps and bounds, soaring.
In terms of actual combat, it has left China, a place with a long history, far behind.
Basong let go of me, stood up, rubbed his joints, put the coat on again, and looked disdainfully at me being restrained by the sickles of four waterweed ghosts.
He looked at me condescendingly and said: "How dare Yinghuo compete with the sun and the moon for the glory of your family... Hehe, don't mention you, you are your master, Xu Banggui's disciple."
Son, I don’t take it to heart either. Wang Luo and this unlucky guy originally thought he had learned a lot from Master Moro in the jungle, but unexpectedly he escaped privately and died at your hands.
What an idiot. Boy, you broke my soul control technique and destroyed my corpse control magic. It is inevitable that you will die. However, if you can offer the golden silkworm Gu, I will naturally not disturb your soul and keep it.
You are dead. Otherwise, hum..."
He smiled coldly, the tattoos on his neck were ferocious, and his eyes were whiter than black, making him look particularly terrifying.
I was lying on the ground, my whole body was cold, and the hands at the end of the four sickles around my neck were shaking. The waterweed ghosts had expressionless faces, red eyes, wrinkles all over their outturned nostrils, and they were spewing out a fishy breath, not warm, but full of...
It was cold and damp. The three-headed evil ghost Gumantong lay on my body, spitting out its scarlet tongue. The tongue was like a snake, swimming around on my exposed skin. After a few seconds, I couldn't help it.
Goosebumps appeared all over my body and my bladder was distended and painful.
I finally know what it feels like to be "scared to the point of peeing"!
Basong took out a bright knife from his pocket. The knife was streamlined, long and thin, and the blade was polished until it was like a wash of bright autumn water. He stared at me, who dared not move, and said: "
I just had an idea. You have a good spirit bone. Since you destroyed my beauty's corpse-controlling object, I will refine you into a second body to compensate for my loss... I'll count to three, you
If you don’t surrender the golden silkworm Gu, you will die! One,..."
I had no choice but to immerse myself in my mind and wanted to call the Golden Silkworm Gu. However, as soon as I entered trance, I received a long-lost message from Duoduo. Duoduo eagerly told me to unlock the seal for her. How dare I? This dog in front of me
It is said that Basong has raised ordinary little ghosts into Gumantong, an evil ghost that can directly harm the human body. Even if you think about it with your butt, you will know that he is an expert at playing ghosts. If I die, I will die. Why bother dragging Duoduo with me?
However, since he is an expert and I am dead, how can he let Duoduo go?
Duoduo is making trouble, wants to go out, wants to go out...
I was extremely nervous. Seeing Duoduo's determined tone, she insisted on getting out of the locust tree sign, but couldn't hear anything unusual. I thought it would be good if she could escape. I don't care.
, regardless of the consideration of Duoduo coming out, I quickly recited the unblocking spell silently. "...Three! It seems that you really don't want to live anymore," Basong shook his head, chopped down his hand, and raised four sickles.
He lifted it up and slashed hard at my neck, but I was hugged tightly by three evil ghosts, Gumantong, unable to move.
Am I going to die?
I did not close my eyes and stared directly at the approaching moment of death.
The moment the sword touched my body, a huge and desolate aura suddenly appeared in my chest, and a red light suddenly appeared.
A beautiful, delicate, and exquisite woman appeared on my chest, with a pair of jade arms like lotus roots. With just a twist, she could throw away all four powerful sickles from different angles. She was the one I saw before.
The demonized Duoduo arrived, with big breasts and fat buttocks, a hot figure, and a pure and charming face. Every frown and smile gave people great attraction. This is the demon, the demonized ten-year-old resurrecting grass.
The infected earth soul demon is the culprit of Duoduo sleeping for so many days.
Although, she is also Duoduo, the little demon Duoduo, a Su Daji-like existence reduced several times to the proportion of a real person.
As soon as they appeared, the four waterweed ghosts were kicked away by her fancy fists and legs with great force. The three ancient mantongs were like little mice meeting a cat. They didn't care about Basong's control and suddenly floated away.
When he reached the air, he was trembling. Bassong's mouth was wide enough for me to see his tonsils. He was so surprised that he cried out: "This...is this a ghost? Oh my god, Lord Buddha, is this a ghost?"
After kicking the man, the little demon Duoduo stretched his body, glanced at Basong with his charming red phoenix eyes that charmed all living beings, scolded "an alien" with disdain, and then started reciting a poem to himself.
: "Who wakes up first from the big dream? I know this all my life. I have slept well in the spring in the thatched cottage, and the sun is getting late outside the window. Suddenly, it seems like a night has passed, and a thousand years have passed!"
After she finished singing, she stretched out her pink tongue and licked her honey-colored lips, and said that she hadn't eaten human flesh for a long time. She missed it so much...
These longing eyes kept wandering back and forth on Basong's and mine's necks.
Basong had already taken a few steps back. Four waterweed ghosts were crowding behind him, breathing heavily. Three evil ghosts, Gumantong, were screaming in the air. The sound was like fighting with crickets.
As soon as my body was released, I immediately rolled back and stood up, carefully looking at Basong and the demonized Duoduo. When Basong looked at the little demon Duoduo, all the red fruits were in his eyes.
Greed is like the young officers of the Japanese military looking at the fat map of China.
He licked his lips and cast an admiring look at me for the first time: "I can't believe that you, a boy with so many blessings, actually have a demonized ghost boy!" After saying that, his great subordinates moved without any wind again.
, Chang smiled and said: "Give me a pillow when I'm sleepy. If I'm hungry, aren't you bringing me food? This trip to China is really worth it, haha..." After he finished laughing, he chanted loudly.
The obscure mantra is in Thai and I have seen it on TV.
As he thought, the four waterweed ghosts rushed towards me again with sickles, and the three evil ghosts Gumantong, although unwilling, were driven up and entangled with Duoduo.
I looked at the floating demon Duoduo, and my heart was shocked. This foxy beauty is here, but where is my cute and sensible little baby Duoduo?
What did I do wrong? In other words, Duoduo's soul has been refined by this monster?
Basong recited the incantation, and the independent Barbie doll also recited the incantation. She waved her hand, and the weeds on the ground grew wildly, and the short weed ghost was entangled in it, making it difficult to move. The sickle was long and rushed.
The waterweed ghost at the front stretched it out in front of me, but its energy was still focused on the weeds that were clinging to it. I suddenly took action and snatched it easily. With a backhand cut, I actually cut the weeds.
The head of the waterweed ghost with its head trapped was cut off.
Blue blood splashed everywhere, forming a small fountain. I was stunned. When did we become so powerful?
A stream of heat flowed from the palm of my hand to my heart.
At this time, dozens of large centipedes flew in the distance, like raining arrows or locusts, all heading straight for Basong's back. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that they were fat insects. This little guy finally subdued the ground.
Nearly hundreds and thousands of centipedes descended upon us, and then directed their support here. The situation seemed to be moving in a good direction. However, if Basong was so simple, how could Zamao Xiaodao and I be in such an awkward situation?
At the critical moment, Basong's spell was finally completed.
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