Nan Anshou certainly didn’t know as much as Mustache about the prophecies of the end of the world, but he knew some of the important links very well. Pure bloodline, which was almost as crucial as the sacred weapon in the big event, the unexpected gain made Nan Anshou’s
The eyes flashed with strange light one after another,
He was still approaching Xiaohu silently. Obviously, he had obtained too many important things from the other party's memory. He knew that far away, there was a person named Wei Tian. As long as he controlled Wei Tian
, which is equivalent to controlling the decisive factors in major events.
Nan Anshou's murderous intent exploded instantly, and Wei Tian was much easier to deal with than Mustache, so he had no reason to let Mustache survive.
Lao Zhao was also affected and was entangled by several other people. Mustache's consciousness was strangely confused. Although he held on and did not fall down, the situation was already extremely bad. Sometimes, people's beliefs are
The key to success or failure, Mustache has always had an unshakable thought in his heart. He feels that he cannot die, at least not now. If he dies, who will avenge Ngawang, and who will save Jialuorong?
This unshakable thought made Mustache, like Bosiba, suddenly shaken up in the crisis, straightened up his spine that was about to be bent, and immediately started to retreat.
Uh-huh...
The moment Mustache had just retreated, the light of the knife in Nan Anshou's hand had already passed in front of him. At this almost personal distance, the pressure on Mustache was indescribable. He felt that his mind was about to completely collapse.
The feeling is just that I still rely on my tenacious faith to fight against it.
The tip of the knife was almost close to Mustache's face. At this moment, Mustache finally noticed a loophole in his thinking. He always felt that although the thin Nan Anshou was scary, as long as he got into his real close body
If the fighting range is within the fighting range, then only one blow, a simple blow, can completely take away Nan Anshou's life. However, this idea is undoubtedly wrong, because he has no idea how terrifying the pressure he will bear after getting close to Nan Anshou is
situation.
He felt that every bone in his body was being twisted and about to burst. His brain was completely confused and normal thinking could not function. The only scene he could feel was the dark shadow in the door of his heart, which was still greedily absorbing
The rest of the memory. Such pressure made Mustache almost unable to move his steps, and his speed was extremely slow. Moreover, Nan Anshou, who was following closely, would also launch a fatal attack.
Nan Anshou's body was tightly wrapped in black clothes. No one could see his expression. His steps suddenly quickened, and he waved the short knife in his hand, pointing directly at Mustache. Everything in front of Mustache seemed to disappear.
There was only a bright sword light. If it were anyone else, he might not have any ability to resist at this moment. Mustache is not a god, he is just
A man of flesh and blood, but he was burdened with so many things that he refused to give in and fall. What is particularly important is that these years of life and death, and adventures against the enemy, made every nerve of him always in a state of tension.
In an extremely sensitive state, sometimes, some actions taken by people are not controlled by thinking, but are a natural conditioned reflex.
Mustache's steps were very slow, but just when the sword was about to pass through his throat, his body suddenly bent, and his waist was almost bent to 90 degrees, barely avoiding this fatal blow.
of a knife.
But the situation is not optimistic at all. He has used all his strength to avoid this knife, but Nan Anshou was not greatly hindered. It only took a short time, and even the mustache was not allowed to react in any other way.
Will wave again.
The threat of death has reached the tip of Mustache's nose. At this moment, he even believed the ominous premonition that he had kept in his mind. He would die when the big event was approaching the end. But he didn't expect that death would come.
So quickly, the end and closure of everything came before it was fully completed.
He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die.
Lao Zhao was panicking in the pile of rocks not far away, but several of his opponents were armed with guns. He had to concentrate on dealing with them. A slight oversight could cost his life here.
Gululu...
In the lag like electric light and flint, a skull rolled over from a distance. The solitary skull seemed to carry a power that no one could fathom, and the rolling speed was beyond imagination. The sound of the skull and stones rubbing and colliding sounded
heart palpitating
, Nan Anshou couldn't help but hesitate, and had to devote part of his energy to pay close attention to the rolling skull. Of course, he could also launch a ferocious attack on the mustache, but if he did that, he would give this skull
Skull brings opportunity.
Suddenly, Nan Anshou's head turned suddenly, and the gazes of his two eyes seemed to condense into two beams of light, staring at the skull. The rolling skull seemed to be blocked by a wall, and stopped with a bang. But it was blocked.
It was just temporary. The stagnant skull turned on the spot, and the momentum became stronger. It seemed to break through an invisible line of defense and continue to roll this way.
Nan Anshou's gaze became more serene and profound. He could no longer pursue Mustache with all his strength. The huge pressure brought by this skull made him very afraid.
Kaka...
The pressure was mutual, and Nan Anshou was not an opponent to be trifled with. Although the skull was rolling with all its strength, the pressure on the skull reached its peak when it was about to roll to Nan Anshou's feet.
The hard bones began to crack faintly, and several very subtle but obvious cracks burst out with a clicking sound. At this moment, the skull whirled on the ground in front of Nan Anshou. When Nan Anshou watched closely
When I was touching the skull, I suddenly felt that my body was entangled with something.
Two children who were only two feet tall were as thin as ghosts. They were holding Nan Anshou's legs tightly, one on the left and the other on the right, and they were desperately climbing up. The skulls on the ground were spinning like tops, and the two ghosts
The child's teeth were as sharp as blades, and he grabbed Nan Anshou's body and began to bite.
It's impossible for anyone to remain completely calm when encountering this kind of situation, and the same goes for Nan Anshou. He waved the knife in his hand like a reflex, but when the knife passed by, the bodies of the two ghost children were like a burst of smoke.
No force is applied, and no matter how sharp a knife is, it is impossible to cause any damage to them.
But Nan Anshou's reaction ability was super powerful. After one blow, he keenly realized that the ghost children were not the most important thing. They were born entirely because of the constantly rotating skull. Immediately, all Nan Anshou's attacks were directed towards the rotating skull.
Skull, he didn't even pay attention to the ghost child's entanglement and biting, and his eyes tightened. The rotating skull was like a person running fast, who suddenly received a strong blow, staggered, and could no longer stand still.
The two ghost children simultaneously let out a scream that was not human at all, and climbed up Nan Anshou's body from the left to the right. The skull on the ground cracked a large gap, and a pile of rocks not far away
There was a low groan from behind, and with a pop, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Duoji's mouth. His chest felt as if it had been dented by an invisible iron fist, and his black and red face instantly turned pale.
At this moment, the pressure on Mustache was slightly less, and he could barely move. However, this relaxation was not enough for him to launch a counterattack. He knew very well that Duoji showed up at this time to help him escape.
opportunity. So he was very decisive, without any pause, and tried his best to retreat with heavy steps.
Nan Anshou let his rotating skull crack, which consumed his energy and caused his sluggishness. When Duoji couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, Nan Anshou turned around and saw that a ghost child had grabbed his own
Shoulders, a mouth full of sharp teeth faintly aimed at the arteries in the neck.
Nan Anshou's eyes glowed faintly with a burst of red light, a blood-red light, and the two ghost children seemed to be ejected by something in an instant. Although their sharp nails persisted in holding on to the corners of Nan Anshou's clothes, Nan Anshou's eyes were filled with red light.
After Shou's eyes turned red, that kind of power was no longer something they could contend with.
There was another shrill ghost cry, and the two ghost children flew out like projectiles, rolled to the side of the rotating skull, and curled up on the ground like two vicious dogs, staring at Nan Anshou.
Dorje's head was exposed from behind the pile of rocks. He had always planned to hide in secret, contain and attack the enemy, and create opportunities for Mustache and Lao Zhao, but at this time he had no choice but to show his head. Dorje was so angry that he went crazy. After two years,
After lying dormant for a long time, he finally recovered from the trauma he suffered. However, as soon as he came out of the mountain this time, he was hit hard by Nan Anshou again.
His skinny lips moved rapidly, and waves of deep chants were like suppressed howls of ghosts and wolves, constantly flowing in the air.
Immediately afterwards, Duoji threw something as big as a plate. It was a dry and hard cake, stained with black blood.
A long time ago, in many ancient primitive religions and tribes in Tibetan areas, wizards generally believed that only by relying on some special sacrifices could they summon demons that could be used to attack their enemies. In the beginning, the sacrifices and sacrifices of each tribe
The methods of summoning are all different. With the exchange and integration between tribes and religions, this kind of sacrifice gradually became finalized.
The sacrifice is stereotyped as a kind of cake. The raw materials for making the cake are very strange and evil. Almost all evil and filthy things can become the raw materials of this kind of sacrifice. The wizards in ancient times traveled around all over the place just to collect them.
These are hard to find ingredients.
Is there a devil? It's hard to say, but the reason why ancient witchcraft scares people is because they seem to be real.