The calico cat took Wu Qiudao to the tree stump. She picked around in the basket of knives and couldn't make a choice for a long time, as if she was waiting for some sudden change to save her from this torture.
Wu Qiudao sighed and turned to look at the statue of the Mother Buddha. He saw that the demon was not in a hurry. He stretched out his hand and clasped his chin and watched the calico cat rubbing against him. When he saw Wu Qiudao looking at him, he and Wu Qiudao were surprised.
Qiudao looked at each other.
The evil spirit picked up the fly whisk and threw it to his right elbow. He recited "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord" and began to be a little interested in this medicine man. There was great terror between life and death. How could he be so fearless?
The calico cat spent a long time choosing a knife, and finally chose the lightest cutting knife with a pointed head.
She secretly glanced at Yaodao, but had no choice but to stand on tiptoes and put the knife on Wu Qiudao's neck.
Wu Qiudao felt the cold touch on his neck and couldn't help but want to wave. He turned to look at the demon and cursed: "If you do unrighteousness, you will be killed! People are doing it, and God is watching! The demon is watching.
Tao, I'll take a step first and I'll wait for you below!"
When Yao Dao saw Wu Qiudao dared to shout, his anger reignited and he shouted: "Calico cat, why don't you do it?"
The calico cat was so frightened that her hand shook, and she directly cut Wu Qiudao's neck. Blood spurted out and splashed into the calico cat's eyes. She was so frightened that she rubbed her eyes wildly, her vision became blurry, and she started crying in fear.
Wu Qiudao, whose throat was cut, did not feel pain at first, only a burning sensation, a bit like accidentally choking chili seeds into his trachea but not being able to spit them out. It was extremely uncomfortable.
He touched the hole in his throat, trying to plug the blood back, and breathed heavily in his mouth, but it was in vain. Fresh air could not be transported to the alveoli at all, and he could only make a leaking sound like a broken bellows being pulled from his mouth.
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Wu Qiudao could no longer stand up and slumped to the ground, covering his neck.
Yaodao sneered and watched with cold eyes as Wu Qiudao's wound quickly lost blood, his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground in pain and suffocation. After a while, he stopped making noises and became motionless.
Demonic Dao waved his hand when he saw this: "Blessed Boundless Heavenly Lord, you are so pitiful and pitiful, take the next one!"
A middle-aged dark-skinned man was led in front of the Buddha statue. His whole body was shaking, obviously he was very frightened.
Demon Dao Fayan looked at it again and made some comments: "Strength, agility, physique, appearance, spirit and soul are all mediocre. However, you are still a 'big stomach', so you are just a big eater...wait a minute!"
Just as Yaodao was about to open his mouth and let someone remove the man's body, he suddenly paused and turned his bright eyes to Wu Qiudao's body. He looked at it for a long time, first in surprise, and then slowly turned into an evil smile.
The Demonic Dao suddenly asked: "Infinite Heavenly Lord! Calico cat, have you ever seen someone whose throat was cut, who bleeds for a stick of incense, and whose chest is still heaving?"
The calico cat bowed down and replied: "Master Medicine King, I have never seen anyone suffer this punishment before, so I don't know."
The Demonic Dao frowned and said: "So you guys still have limited knowledge. What I can see with my Dharma eyes is that the medicine man just lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead in order to escape this disaster. Since you are familiar with each other, why not go and see if he is dead now?"
Is it alive?"
The calico cat was startled, lying on the ground trembling and not daring to get up.
Wu Qiudao knew that his previous method of hiding Miao Xianyong was useless. This demon would never let go of someone who pretended to be dead. His pair of "toad light eyes" seemed to be able to see through everything, and he was dissatisfied with his trick of pretending to be dead.
In other words, it is completely a dimensionality reduction attack.
Alas, my golden finger is good, but it can only withstand pressure and cannot explode!
Wu Qiudao stood up directly, wiped off the sticky semi-coagulated blood on his neck, and then cursed: "Hey! That demon, your grandfather is here, why don't you kneel down quickly! I don't know what your parents are doing.
You were asked to respect your elders? I actually taught you such a thing!"
Demon Dao was furious, stood up, raised his hand and shouted: "Nine sword-making techniques! Xunfeng style!"
An invisible sword wind shot out from Yao Dao's hand and hit Wu Qiudao's body, exploding a rain of blood.
Wu Qiudao lowered his head and looked at his body. A long line of blood stretched directly from his shoulders to his crotch. He cursed "Blank!" and his whole body fell softly, splitting into two parts.
But before Yao Dao could calm down his anger, he blinked and saw Wu Qiudao's body suddenly connected into one piece. Only the clothes cut into two pieces told Yao Dao exactly what had happened just now.
Wu Qiudao woke up suddenly. He was also confused, but when he looked up, it was still this damn Main Hall and this weird four-handed Buddha statue. Damn it!
The demon on the stage shouted again: "Nine sword-making techniques! Thunder style!"
A thunderbolt of sword light split Wu Qiudao's body into black charcoal and shattered all over the ground. But in a blink of an eye, these charcoal pieces gathered together again and turned into Wu Qiudao's white flesh.
The Demonic Dao looked surprised and uncertain, stopped his hand and asked: "That medicine man, where are you from? My 'Toad Light Dharma Eye' can't even see you. What kind of abnormality is this?"
After resurrection, the pain was just a memory. It wouldn't hurt if you didn't think about it. So Wu Qiudao choked again: "I told you, it's your grandpa here!"
Yaodao smiled, seeing Wu Qiudao's naked body covered with his own blood and still speaking harshly, he couldn't help but think about what kind of abnormality he had.
The toad light eye can only see an "immortal posture and jade appearance", but obviously the "immortal posture and jade appearance" can only have a bonus to the appearance, and has no effect of resurrecting it at all. This is not "relegating an immortal to immortality"
bone"!
Isn't it impossible? Could it be that this "immortal appearance" is just an appearance, and the fundamental reason is that this medicine man is actually an immortal who was demoted from the sky? But even if the immortal tendon was pulled at the Immortal Immortal Platform, it would not be useless.
The power of resistance, right?
The Demonic Dao suddenly spoke: "This Yao...little brother, are you willing to become my disciple and cultivate immortality and seek the Tao?"
Wu Qiudao let out a cold snort from his nose. He had seen this kind of perverted demon in many novels and TV series. Why would a disciple like this be a guest? Is he accepted as a lackey? What is the difference between this and being a medicine man now?
"Dream your spring and autumn dreams! How can grandpa accept his grandson as his teacher? Doesn't this mess up Tsunasa?"
The demon sneered and shouted: "Nine sword-making techniques! Lihuo style!"
A fire sword burned Wu Qiudao until he screamed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I am willing to become a disciple, please let me go!"
But the flaming sword had been raised and could not be extinguished for a while. Everyone in the hall could only watch Wu Qiudao being burned alive, and the demon had no mercy.
After Wu Qiudao was resurrected, Demon Dao asked quietly: "Did you just say that you are willing to become a disciple?"
Wu Qiudao was so angry that he shouted: "I was willing just now, why didn't you save me? Now I want you to die!"
Wu Qiudao took out an ax from the knife basket and threw it at Demon Dao. Demon Dao tilted his head and the ax hit the golden statue of the Buddha and hit the ground with a "clang".
The demon smiled and said, "Although I can't kill you, I can still cure you. I want to see if you are a cold-blooded strongman with a heart as solid as stone."
The ax was rolled up by an invisible force and flew to Wu Qiudao's head. Blood suddenly flowed from his head all over his head.
Wu Qiudao shouted in pain: "I am your grandfather! Whoever lets go will be his grandson!"