Ding Li was a little dumbfounded, he really understood. His own English was still vague.
"Papa...," several gunshots rang out: "Stop, don't move!"
Ding Li ran towards the place where the gunshots were fired, only to see two policemen lying in a pool of blood, and a black shadow quickly trying to cross the road.
This is a prosperous area in the city. If that thing got away, there might be a lot of trouble.
Ding Li was about to catch up when he suddenly saw a person blocking the way the thing was escaping. Ding Li shouted: "Be careful, get out of the way."
But the man didn't dodge, he took out something and started blowing it.
The sound sounded familiar to Ding Li, and the old ghost had already said in Ding Li's mind: "It's a horn, it seems to be the Miao family!"
Ding Li took a few steps forward and got close enough to see clearly under the street lamp. A young man raised his head and blew a shining silver horn. The voice was majestic and low, with an ancient historical atmosphere, as if it had come from ancient times.
The times have sounded.
That thing actually stood still when the horn was blown. In Ding Li's eyes, he could see that the yin and death energy on that thing was churning like boiling water, and he tried desperately to resist the horn.
sound.
Ding Li didn't care much, he took out the last pack of demon-suppressing magical thunders from his arms, which was the explosive-shaped pack, and threw it over.
With a sound of "Boom...", the thing was enveloped in an explosion, and then there was a beautiful and familiar glazed flame.
The sound of the horn was also interrupted, and under the streetlight was Jiang Yang, a young man from the Miao ethnic group whom Ding Li had met once in Wang Yajun's jewelry store.
Phew, that thing with the glazed pure fire thought Jiang Yang pounced on it, and there was another horn blowing. This time the sound was different from the last time. Ding Likai could see the sound of the horn blowing in his eyes.
Amidst the whining, the young man's aura couldn't help but strengthen.
"This is to invite God..."
A desolate and distant aura rushed to his face, and in Ding Li's ghostly eyes, Jiang Yang seemed to have changed. He turned into a man wearing animal skins, silver jewelry, and wolf teeth on his neck.
The warrior with a black bird pattern tattooed on his body holds a Miao sword in his hand and is roaring towards the sky.
"No, this is not about inviting gods to appear on the body. This is about inviting the ancestors' spirits to appear on the body. The Miao family does not worship heaven and earth, nor ghosts and gods. The only thing they worship is their ancestors. This is about inviting the Miao family's ancestral spirits to appear on their bodies!"
Of course there will be no change in Jiang Yang, it's just an illusion caused by the temporary change of Qi. But that thing seems to be very afraid of the current Jiang Yang, stepping back step by step, turning around and running away.
That thing was still burning with glazed pure fire, and Ding Li didn't dare to block it. He could only watch the thing escape.
Phew, Jiang Yang chased after him like a gust of wind. His legs spread out in front of him, which reminded Ding Li of those black athletes in Olympic track and field competitions who ran wildly like leopards.
Ding Li gritted his teeth, not to be outdone, and chased after him.
He didn't believe that his kung fu, which he had practiced hard for more than ten years, was not as good as Jiang Yang who invited the ancestral spirit?
It sounds very mysterious, but no matter which Taoist talisman sect has this ability. Zhongmaoshu in Maoshan Shu has the trick of inviting the ancestor. Just now, Ding Li enshrined the ancestor's tablet because of Huang Yue.
He wanted to invite the Patriarch to get on top of him. In the end, even Huang Yue didn't use this move. The Patriarch was not so generous in inviting him!
In comparison, the Alchemy Sect is in a much worse situation. It is said that all magical powers and spells are obtained from outside sources, but in fact, it means that there is no founder to ask for, and no external force to borrow.
Wuwuwuwu, the horn sounded again. This time, my expression changed a bit. While I was running with all my strength, what I was most afraid of was that I couldn’t control my breathing rhythm well. If my breathing was messed up, I would be exhausted...
But looking at Jiang Yang running as fast as a spotted leopard and blowing the horn so energetically, this is definitely not what Ding Li can do.
At this time, when I heard the sound of the horn, the thing was calm again. The flames on its body had been extinguished.
This time, even in Ding Likai's ghostly eyes, he could no longer see the Yin Qi that was stirring and resisting. Wen Fei didn't dare to neglect it. He would have died after twists and turns just to catch this thing.
A white light lit up in Ding Li's hand, and the dagger buzzed. It was just like the so-called sword energy in martial arts novels, a point of white light about three inches long was hesitating.
This was Ding Li's yang energy that he aroused throughout his body and poured into the dagger. He swung the dagger out and inserted it into the back of the thing.
Ding Li put all his strength into feeding this time, and powerful yang energy was poured into the body of the thing. This move was that Ding Li imitated Huang Yue's palm thunder move, and poured a large amount of yang energy into the body of the thing.
Fill it inside.
Just as Yin energy entering the body causes great harm to ordinary people, Yang energy entering the body also has powerful damage to such dead things.
It was like a bomb exploded on the thing, and the thing suddenly flew out and fell to the ground motionless.
Ding Li had so much energy today that he was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger. When he looked at Jiang Yang who was approaching, he saw that the cold aura he had just now was gone, and all his clothes were soaked with sweat.
, as if it had just been fished out of the river.
Jiang Yang took two steps, his legs went weak, and he sat next to Ding Li, panting heavily. He was obviously exhausted, and he needed to quickly add a lot of salt water.
But now Ding Li is not much better, and it is difficult to even turn his head. If the thing is not cured yet, the two of them will not have the strength to escape, and they will have to die obediently.
Ding Li smiled bitterly, held on to himself and touched two Yang-Building Pills, threw one to Jiang Yang, and took one himself. The distance between the two was not far, but Ding Li had no strength in his hands now, and the pills he threw were also weak.
It only landed half a meter away from Jiang Yang.
Ding Li gestured, but he really didn't have the strength to speak, so he swallowed the elixir with a gulp. Damn, this elixir was too big, and he choked again.
Ding Li's Yang-tonifying pill is definitely not as magical as in the novel. It doesn't melt in your mouth, and it doesn't have any magical effects. Basically, it's not much like the Shiquan Dabu Dan. It's just a tonic medicinal material. It's finely ground.
Mix honey into balls and seal them with wax. There is no need to open an alchemy furnace to make elixirs. It is a very traditional pharmaceutical method in traditional Chinese medicine.
It's better to explain this kind of thing clearly, lest any reader will say: Damn, why is this book becoming more and more fantasy? Just ask God, and now even the elixir has come out?
Ding Li choked to death and rolled his eyes for a long time before swallowing the medicine. However, he saw that Jiang Yang also understood Ding Li's instructions, took the medicine hard, pinched open the wax seal, and chewed a few times in his mouth.
Swallowed.
Ding Li was a little dumbfounded. Yes, who stipulated that pills must be swallowed? He read too many martial arts novels when he was a child, and he formed a fixed mindset.
Jiang Yang, the guest star of book friend rovec, finally made his official appearance! Everyone cheered and applauded...