Zhao Mu sneered: "Let others perform spells to kill me.
"In this way, you can prove that when I die, you have no chance to do it, and the witness is still my Ziwei Daomen, right?"
"Hehe, come and not be polite, today I will return you a gift."
Zhao Mu closed his hands with both hands, and then slowly opened it.
Seeing his hands appearing, the golden silk thread condensed into six roots, and then he stretched out his hand and shook, and the silk thread stretched into the Xuan Guang mirror, wrapped around the scarecrow's limbs, body and head.
Nympho
In the distant valley.
Hui Kong and Huiming felt that the little wooden people stopped their movements, so they also recovered their own mana.
"That Xuan Chengzi, should you die?" Hui Ming asked uncertainly.
"It must be dead. This curse was made by the master himself. He wanted to kill a monk with a bitter sea in the area.
Hui Kong obviously has a self -confidence in his master's means.
So after he said, he was ready to take back the small wooden man.
But suddenly, Huiming screamed next to him: "Wait, that scarecrow seems to move?"
"Um?"
When Hui Kong looked at it, he saw that the scarecrow was caught by the little wooden man, and he was still tied by a tip of the needle. There was no change at all.
"Are you wrong? Don't scare people, the scarecrow is not a puppet, what can it move, not to mention that we don’t manipulate it."
Hui Kong shook his head, reached out to put the little wooden man and the altar, and put back the black box again.
When he was about to cover the box, he suddenly widened his eyes in horror.
Because he discovered that the scarecrow who was still holding by the little wooden man had just flew.
"This ... what's the matter?"
Hui Kong felt a coolness, poured directly to the bottom of the feet along his head, and he got up and looked around. He wanted to find the scarecrow.
"What are you?" Huiming asked in doubt.
"What about the Scarecrow? Where did the Scarecrow go? Find it?"
Hui Kong felt cold in his heart, and he suddenly stunned when he looked around.
His eyes, looking at Huiming's head incredible: "You ... your head ..."
"What's wrong with my head?"
Hui Ming raised his hand in doubt and touched his head, and suddenly felt a strong tingling.
"hiss……"
He took a breath and quickly retracted his palm, only to find that a pointed needle appeared in his palm.
This pointed needle is one of the strawmen's body just pierced.
I saw at the top of Huiming's head at the moment, a small scarecrow stood on it, reached out two pointed needles from himself, and then inserted it into Huiming's scalp.
Smiling ...
Suddenly, a strong pure yang mana, along the two pointed needles, poured directly into Huiming's head.
"ah……"
Hui Ming screamed sharply, and the whole person fell directly to the ground, rolling constantly.
I saw that his head seemed to break the big hole. A stream of blood spit out, and even dyed the ground red.
He desperately wanted to block the blood flow, but he didn't help it at all.
At the same time, the Scarecrow has jumped from Huiming's head, as if a little mouse, and quickly drilled into Hui Kong's trousers.
"You come out, give me out!"
Hui Kong screamed in horror, slap his trouser legs desperately, and wanted to shoot the scarecrow.
But unfortunately, the scarecrow had drilled into his key point along his calf and thighs.
The next moment, the tingling of the bone marrow came from the key point.
Hui Kong suddenly stared at his eyes, a strong sense of humiliation, and the painful pain that made him suffocate.
A strong mana in his hands condensed, and he seemed to want to shoot the scarecrow directly.
But when he thought of where the Scarecrow was at this moment, he hesitated again, and he couldn't bear to start with himself.
As a result, when he was hesitant, a pointed root pierced the blood vessels upside down, shot directly from his eyes, inserted into the ground.
puff!
Hui Kong spit blood from the sky, and then fell to the ground like a cloth bag, there was no breath.
At the same time, Huiming over there finally swallowed the last breath.
Two disciples died at once, and I do n’t know if the monk Shangzhi knows it, will it feel distressed?
At this time, the Scarecrow came out of Hui Kong's collar.
It walked back to the wooden box, and then climbed the shoulder of the little wooden man.
Then, it pulled out a pointed needle from itself and slowly pierced into the throat of the little wooden man.
Nympho
Beijing.
In the living room of the Magic Division.
Mukong City and Shangzhen Monk are discussing things about rivers, while confusion is sitting aside.
"Xuan Zhenzi Daoyou, the true identity of the rivers and rivers, we still can't figure it out now, so he can put it for the time being."
"Next, our focus is still the National Games. Now the monks led by the five major gate have gradually cleaned up five places throughout the Dajin Dynasty.
"And this time we brought millions of monks, scattered into five parts, each of which has millions of monks."
"In this way, we can use the monk as the foundation, and arrange it into the five elements of the net. If it is possible, the poor monk hopes that at noon tomorrow, when the yang is the most prosperous between the heavens and the earth, the formation method will be opened to clear the entire Jin Dynasty.
Demons and evil spirits. "
Shangzhen and Monthly said slowly.
"Can."
Mukong City nodded: "It is better to end the national movement of the National Games as soon as possible. Only the people in the Jin Dynasty can return to normal life, and then we can go all out to find out the fake rivers."
"Well, then we just say that, wait for the poor monks ..."
Monk Shang Zhen still wanted to say, but suddenly felt the throat tingling for a while.
"Shangzhen Zen, what's wrong with you?"
When Mukong City was taken aback, he saw the throat of the true monk, and he exuded a trace of blood.
"Damn, who is thinking about me?"
The monk of Shangzhen was mourning and mourned, and he felt almost unable to breathe, and even the mana in the body began to have abnormal restlessness.
No, this is a problem with the curse.
Hui Kong Huiming's two idiots, the poor monks asked them to kill the puppet with a curse, go to the curse and kill Xuan Chengzi.
In the mantra, there was a trace of God's thoughts.
Once the curse was attacked, he would also feel the same, and suffered a backbone.
The monk Shangzhen would not think that his two apprentices would kill himself with a curse, so he would judge that the puppet has now fallen into the hands of others.
He squeezed the seal and tried to regain the control of the curse and killing the puppet, but found that he couldn't do it at all.
And from the puppet, he felt a sense of acquaintance.
That's ...
Monk of Shangzhen suddenly became extremely ugly: "Xuan Chengzi, it is you, how is it possible, how can you control the mantra of the poor monk?"