After "Old Man Jiufeng" stood up, he looked around the layout of the entire room with sharp eyes like an eagle.
Click.
Click.
Old Man Jiufeng turned his head, and there was a harsh sound of bones rubbing against his neck, as if his dead body was re-opening its muscles.
"you……"
"Are you a human or a ghost? Mr. Jiu Feng, are you still... not dead yet?"
There were several people around Mr. Yan. Looking at the old man who had resurrected from the dead, they were so nervous that they stammered and shouted.
No wonder they ask this.
The current old man Jiufeng doesn't have the yin energy of the fake corpse at all. Instead, he is powerful, majestic, and has a straight waist, which gives people a great sense of oppression.
Especially those eyes, when they looked into each other's eyes, they actually gave birth to the absurd illusion of not daring to show off. The aura was too strong.
None of these performances have a sense of gloominess.
On the contrary, he is strong and brave, with the aura of the upright Ding Jia Yang God in his body, and his arrogance is blazing.
It's like a heavy severing sword sharpened, its edge clearly visible.
The old man Jiufeng who was pretending to be dead heard the sound and finally turned his head to stare at the group of people in front of him. At this moment, Feng Shui master Ning Chengqing, who had been frightened outside the house before, ran over in a panic and shouted: "Be careful.
! This is the other party coming to seek revenge! A master with an out-of-body spirit has taken over the empty shell of Mr. Jiu Feng and is using his corpse to resurrect him!"
"Sir Yan, now is the best time to kill this person. He is also creating a prison for himself by borrowing the corpse to resurrect his soul. The soul is trapped in the corpse. As long as we seal the corpse, he will never be able to escape!"
Before the Feng Shui master finished shouting, the war was about to break out, and neither side had any unnecessary nonsense.
The first one to take action was the monk holding a Tantric stick for subduing demons. The Tantric stick covered with gold skin in his hand exploded with golden light that lifted off and subdued demons. He swung it with a howling wind and struck Old Man Jiufeng on the head with the stick.
"Shakyamuni's disciples of Tantric Demon Subjugation Stick use pure Yang's domineering power to subjugate demons! Well done! Jiazi protects my body, Jiaxu protects my form, Jiashen secures my life, Jiawu guards my soul, Jiachen suppresses my spirit, Jiayin cultivates my true nature
!I don’t know whether my Liujia Yang Shen Chunyang is more domineering today, or your tantric stick is more domineering! Let’s have a battle!”
Old Man Jiufeng has an expressionless face and speaks clearly. His aura is soaring and breathtaking. He doesn't have the yin energy of a dead person at all. He is not afraid of the magic spell engraved on the tantric stick.
Kill him head-on.
At this moment, everyone present was shocked by the brave and vigorous aura of Old Man Jiufeng.
Others were possessed by ghosts, and the corpse behind them was full of ghostly energy and sinister winds. However, the scene in front of them did not follow common sense at all, and the opponent's momentum was as strong as the scorching sun.
The Tantric stick in the monk's hand arrived before Old Man Jiufeng's fist. Old Man Jiufeng changed his fist to palm to block the Tantric stick, boom!
The tantric stick split the air, and the violent air flow brought about by the rapid speed made the tail of the stick burn red and hot. A pair of green-skinned palms caught the tantric stick, and a circle of dust exploded in the void where the hands and sticks met.
Bang, bang, the huge force on the tantric stick smashed the two soles of old man Jiufeng into the ground several inches deep, and the earth and rocks near the soles of his feet cracked like spider webs.
Click, the sound of bone cracking came from the palm of the hand that caught the tantric stick.
But broken bones have no effect on a dead person. This level of damage will not cause any harm to him at all.
Seeing the old man Jiufeng who could take his tantric stick with his bare hands, the monk's expression changed.
Is this still a dead man who has been possessed?
You must know that this is a tantric stick engraved with Sakyamuni's magic exorcism curse. There is no evil thing that can bear the pure yang on the tantric stick. This tantric stick is the ultimate yang magic tool for exorcism, and it is the yin evil poison in the world.
nemesis.
But in front of him, the old man Jiufeng who had been borrowed and resurrected seemed not to be affected by the magic spell on the tantric stick at all, which almost reduced the lethality of the tantric stick by half.
"I don't care whether you are a human or a corpse, whether you are a soul master or a lonely ghost. Since you have borrowed a corpse to bring back a soul, you are a devil in my eyes. As long as you are a devil, you will be under the control of my Tantra Demon Subduing Stick!"
The monk's eyes were sharp, and the golden light of the tantric stick in his hand became more and more intense. The tantric stick swept across, boom!
A circle of blazing flames exploded out. This move was so powerful that the whole room shook violently, and the air was scorched dry and hot.
Old Man Jiufeng did not evade this time. He spoke like thunder and spoke with great vigor and vigor: "Jia Zi protects my body! Jia Xu protects my shape! Jia Shen secures my life!"
He used his palm as a knife and slashed at the flame tantric stick with an expressionless expression.
boom!
The monk felt severe pain from the tiger's mouth. He almost lost his grip on the tantric stick and threw it to the ground. His pupils shrank suddenly. The other party was a master in using it. The palm knife seemed to be struck out without any rules, but it happened to hit him.
The weakest point of the tantric stick.
There is a saying that if you hit a snake, it will hit you seven inches.
After hitting seven inches, he used all his strength to pursue the victory.
The monk wanted to withdraw the tantric stick in his hand and continue to strike at the old man Jiu Feng, but found that the tantric stick was motionless and was tightly held by one of the palms of the old man Jiu Feng.
An inch long and an inch dangerous, old man Jiufeng grabbed the tantric stick in the monk's hand and moved closer. With his other free hand, he used his five fingers to make a fist. The wind of the fist seemed to make a sonic explosion, and he punched the monk.
The front door was suddenly smashed.
The momentum is like a dragon and a tiger.
Keep moving forward courageously.
The fighting style is fierce and domineering.
"You!" It didn't matter that the other party was not afraid of the exorcism spell on the tantric stick. Even the physical power behind the soul exploded to a terrifying level. The monk's pupils shrank again. He couldn't understand how the other party did this.
With no time to think, the monk hurriedly punched back with his left hand.
Boom!
Boom!
Each of the two hit the other's chest. This was a desperate Saburo style of exchanging injuries for injuries.
Click!
There were two sounds of bone cracking, and the chests of the monk and Old Man Jiufeng were dented by each other's punches.
"ah!"
The severe pain caused by the collapse of the sternum made the monk couldn't help but cry out in pain. The force of the Hu Beng Fist exploded with fierce and domineering force. Not only did the punch break the monk's ribs, but it also shocked his heart and lungs.
puff!
The monk spurted out a large mouthful of blood on the spot. He could no longer hold the tantric stick and the man flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing through an earthen wall. He fell to the ground and his life or death was unknown.
Although the old man Jiufeng also suffered injuries and his sternum collapsed, these flesh wounds did not pose any threat to the dead man who had no sense of pain.
The old man Jiufeng was still holding the tantric stick in his hand. Boom, the tantric stick in his hand hit the ground hard and sank into the ground feet deep.
As he held the Tantric stick towards that station, he felt a sense of pressure from the majesty of his body.
Just when the monk was defeated, Mr. Yan finally couldn't help but take action. He bent the bow and set the arrow, with amazing arm strength. The most difficult to draw the horn bow came into his hand, and he easily drew the full bow. The arrows on his fingers
Ring, hold the arrow feathers, voila!
The arrow was so fast that the shadow could not be seen clearly.
Such a short distance.
The arrow arrives in an instant.
Old Man Jiufeng's eyes were cold, and he used the tantric stick in his hand to deflect the arrow from the bow, bang!
The arrow collided with the tantric stick, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and shooting out dazzling sparks. The arrow was so powerful that a gash was left in the mouth of old man Jiufeng.
However, Old Man Jiufeng was already dead, and there was not much blood flowing from his wound.