Volume 1 In 2007, I was stabbed by my grandmother with the golden silkworm worm Chapter 13 I had to
Basong's mantra has been recited, but the lingering sound is still floating in the air.
A whirling wind suddenly appeared in the plains, alternating between hot and cold, and many misty and insubstantial cries emerged out of thin air. Several lines of black mist rose from the open space where corpses had been scattered. There was no moon or stars in this place. In the dark night, he rotated and used the gentlest force to unload the centipede darts that were shot aside. As soon as the centipede landed on the ground and was still alive, it shook its head and tail, encouraged its jointed limbs to spread out in all directions, and went underground. Go away and don't want to come here again to join in the fun.
One wisp, two wisps, three or four wisps... a dozen wisps of black mist entered the body, and Bassong's eyes shone brighter and brighter, so black and red that it was scary, and his face became more ferocious and terrifying. Especially his body. His tattoo was only on his neck at first, but now as the black mist spreads, it seems to have come alive, like a snake, an earthworm, or a centipede, scurrying around, dyeing all his dark face blue. The black color looks like a ghost jumping out of the Asura Path, and the pattern is a painting by a master.
This painting is an image of an evil ghost under Vishnu's seat. There are actually ten pairs of terrifying eyes, ranging from childhood to adulthood, and each of them seems to be able to look directly into the human heart.
Under the painting, there are many green veins squirming like small insects, full of vitality, and pregnant with surging power.
Use the body of the head-descending master as a container, ask the god to descend, and sacrifice his head to it.
This is a terrifying head-dropping technique that is not included in the official history. It is only spread among a few circles of head-dropping masters. It is secretive. It is said that during the ceremony, you can make a deal with the requested god (perhaps the devil), and you can use your years of experience to make a deal. At the cost of life, gain strength, kill the opponent and "ask the gods to come down". The difference between this head-dropping technique and other head-dropping techniques is that it does not use medicinal power, spiritual and macroscopic connections to achieve the purpose of killing the opponent; Instead, use the spirit of contract to make a deal with God (or the devil) and act on yourself.
In essence, it does not belong to a category of head-lowering magic, but to the category of white witchcraft. Generally speaking, all methods are not divided into righteousness and evil, only "the way to use them lies in one mind." However, basically using corpses, insects, etc. to achieve the purpose makes people feel uncomfortable, so it is included in the head-lowering technique.
It is the same as the powerful method of surrendering ape corpses. It was originally tailor-made by primitive religions to show miracles.
This method has actually disappeared from the world for many years.
How did they obtain these methods?
I have stuffed all the questions into my stomach first. The most important thing at the moment is to kill this bastard Basong! Yes, kill him. Now, things have developed out of control. Either he dies or I die. I picked up the stainless steel sickle in my hand, ignoring that it was wet with the mucus and blood of the waterweed ghost, and slashed at Basong who was mutating.
This wave was like lightning flashing.
Then... the sickle stopped, and Basong stretched out his hand and gently caught it without any effort. His body was filled with smoke, like the devil was born, his eyes were red, like two oil lamps at night, the flames shining inside were jumping. Full of desire and cruelty. I twitched the sickle with my hand, but it didn't move. Bassong's strength became surprisingly strong, making people feel an indescribable and irresistible decadence. In mid-air, the little demon Duoduo was following three fierce ghosts. When Mantong fought, she seemed to be careless and more playful; while the remaining three water plant ghosts on the ground were entangled by the fat insects that came for reinforcements. They didn't have many methods, mainly controlling the control of the centipedes on the ground. Quan, and then used the centipede's body as a dart to fly over.
It knew that attacking Basong was ineffective, so it took the water-weed ghost at a low altitude as its target. For a moment, its arrows were like locusts, and it only regarded this short water-weed ghost as a straw boat in the Three Kingdoms Red Cliff.
It was greedy, and in a pinch, it actually commanded centipedes to be fired as weapons, while catching a few of them and devouring them, like a wolf cub that couldn't get enough to eat, feeling very proud.
Bassong and I were still in a stalemate, or in other words, he was looking at me teasingly, as if he wanted to see what other cards I had up his sleeve.
This is the first time in my life that I am so powerless. The distance between me and Basong can almost be compared to a bicycle and a car. Although they are both cars, if the two collide, I will be the one who is bound to die. The probability is
100%. In front of me is a strong man who is two meters tall and covered in black smoke. A steady stream of strange power emerges in the form of smoke. He is also a guy with certain attainments in evil ways. He comes from a well-known family, and his master claims that he
He is said to be a genius, and he is naturally not much weaker. He is already a lot older and has plenty of experience. And me, what am I? Compared with him, I am just a little monk who has become a monk halfway, and I can't even beg for food.
I haven't even learned how to recite sutras.
Before, so many people called me "Master", which made me feel confident and thought I was awesome. But now... ugh, I am looking down on the heroes of the world!
Countless thoughts of metaphysics and gossip floated through my mind, where is the door to life? I can only run, my opponent is Tai Niu "Boi", I can't defeat him, only "the wind is tight and pulls the whistle". I don't need to go to harvest grass in autumn,
I stopped arguing with him about the ownership of the extended scythe. My feet slipped and I ran to the left without looking back. After running a few steps, I stopped and turned around and ran in another direction, still contacting the Golden Silkworm Gu in my mind.
, and run away with Duoduo, the little demon in the sky who doesn’t know whether to listen to me or not.
An iron sickle whizzed past me, and the panic in my heart made all the pores in my body tighten.
I had already run to the guardrail of the highway when I heard something heavy falling to the ground behind me. I didn't look back and rolled on the spot. Then I heard a "boom" from where I had just stood. I looked up and saw the alienated body.
The Basong appeared where I was just now, and a powerful Vajra Kick actually made a hole in the gravel road. I burst into tears. If you don't play like this, how can this be a head-dropping master? This is completely the Thai version.
Comics Iron Man!
I lay on the ground and rolled up to my feet. I saw this guy yelling "go to hell" and then hitting me with his fist as big as a sandbag.
My legs were cramped, and I couldn't avoid this punch. I was about to be hit by it, and all the bones in my body were broken.
The wind pressure from my fist can blow my hair.
Suddenly, a wet yellow talisman floated down from the sky, landed on Basong's head with perfect accuracy, and stuck to it.
Basong, who was like the reincarnation of the devil, suddenly stopped like a machine that lost power, like a puppet. His fist was halfway extended, only ten centimeters away from my eyebrows. A warning sign flashed in my heart, and I didn't dare to stop regardless of the reason.
, ran away in two or three steps, only to hear a weak roar coming from the highway: "Master Sanqing is here, Master Sanmao has returned to the world, the magic talisman orders you, Changchuan obeys. Anyone who dares to disobey,
Thunder and ax will not tolerate it. Urgency is like a law, forgive me!"
amnesty!
As the "amnesty" order was issued, dark clouds suddenly billowed in the calm sky.
Almost instantly, a bolt of blue lightning that could not be followed by the naked eye struck from an unknown cloud and shot straight towards Basong.
"Boom!"... When Basong's body was covered with flames and green smoke, a thunder exploded in the entire space. The power was as powerful as the color of the sky and the earth changing color. Golden Silkworm Gu, Duoduo and the water plant ghosts all screamed in unison,
The waterweed ghost vomited out several buckets of blood and then ran away from the darkness. The three ghosts Gumantong who were entangled with Duoduo were the worst. They disappeared into thin air just as the thunder reverberated.
There is static electricity floating in the air, and the cold hairs on my body stand up, just like wearing a sweater in some very dry days in winter.
Zamao Xiaodao held on to the railing on the side of the road and shouted at me: "Little poisonous thing, quickly put away the golden silkworm Gu and Duoduo..." Only then did I realize that this thunder was the most powerful and powerful thing in the world.
, and Fatty Chongzi and Duoduo are Yin bodies, so their vitality was naturally severely damaged by this shock. I ran back quickly, and the Golden Silkworm Gu was also afraid of the reverberation, and flew over and burrowed into my pants.
I held up the Huaimu sign and shouted to the demonized Duoduo: "Duoduo, come in, come in..."
This little beauty floating in the air looked at me, her delicate facial features were bleeding, she looked at me with a complicated expression, said nothing, and came in quickly.
I touched the heavy locust wood sign, turned around, and saw the Thai head-dropping master Basong who was chopped into a smoke generator in the distance. His whole body was sore and limp, and he sat on the ground. There were still many centipedes around him.
They were crawling slowly, but the golden silkworm Gu was inside my body, so they didn't dare to come close, and they all walked around.
It was finally over, and I sighed, this night was really long, and I finally saved my little life.
Everything seemed like a dream. This Basong was so powerful and so skilled. In my eyes, he was like a hidden version of a super boss. He was actually wiped out by Xiao Keming, a bastard with a yellow paper talisman.
?This Diaomao is really hidden!
I was so tired that I almost fell asleep immediately.
On the other side, Zamao Xiaodao walked hard to the burning Basong, tore off a piece of his blood-stained clothes, tore them off, and then rummaged through them, probably looking for his blood jade. () Found it, he
They happily stuffed them into their pockets together and shouted to me, "Sit down? Why don't you leave quickly and stay here to warm yourself by the fire?" I heard the same thing. This place is dangerous and it is not suitable to stay for a long time. I stood in a hurry.
Get up, run over, hold on to the stumbling hairy path, and ask if everything is okay?
He said yes, it was just a delay of half his life, so hurry up, it's dangerous here.
We climbed onto the highway, supported each other and walked to the car. We opened the door. I let Zamao Xiaodao sit in the passenger seat and walked around the front of the car. Just as I was about to open the door, my heart suddenly contracted sharply. Before I could react, I felt a sudden nausea.
I was hit so hard that my heart and lungs were twitching. A huge force appeared and pushed me into the driver's seat. I jumped forward and hit my forehead so hard that my forehead was bruised. My first reaction was that there was actually an ambush.
Gunner?
At the same time, a crisp gunshot sounded in the quiet night sky...
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