While speaking, Fang Xiaoyu gently shook the soul torture stick in his hand, visualized Qiao Yang's appearance, secretly gathered his thoughts, and wanted to use his divine power to activate the power of the soul torture stick.
Seeing Fang Xiaoyu pause, the angry god thought he was slow to react, so he proudly raised his foot and stepped towards Fang Xiaoyu's body.
"Idiot, look how I crush you!"
Taking advantage of his absolute height advantage, he thought he was sure to defeat Fang Xiaoyu.
Unexpectedly, the angry god raised his foot. Fang Xiaoyu rolled on the spot and easily avoided the angry god's foot.
After turning over, Fang Xiaoyu stood up, held up the soul stick in his hand, and muttered something.
"I am the king of thousands of mountains, and the underworld is under my control. I can wield the soul torture stick and strike everywhere at will."
"Uh? You want to hit me with your broken stick?" Nu Shen was stunned for a moment, then he laughed proudly.
"This broken stick can not only beat you, but also make you jump." Fang Xiaoyu sneered, jumped up suddenly, and Yang Qi drew the soul torture stick in his hand towards the angry god.
"Chi! Chi!..."
When the seemingly small soul torture stick was struck on the leg of the angry god, it suddenly seemed to release tens of thousands of volts of voltage. The electricity made the angry god's whole body feel numb, and his huge body shook involuntarily.
The movement was like a giant doing hip-hop dancing.
"Ouch...ouch..."
The angry god jumped and made a series of strange screams, and it didn't stop until a minute later.
Fang Xiaoyu stared ahead with a cold brow, and when he looked at the behemoth in front of him again, he was surprised to find that the Furious God was twenty or thirty centimeters shorter than before.
This subtle change did not attract the attention of Angry God and the crowd of onlookers, but Fang Xiaoyu saw it with his microscopic eyes.
"Is the soul torture stick made of willow branches?"
Fang Xiaoyu asked himself, and soon thought of the legend about willow branches fighting ghosts.
It is said that the jade bottle held by Guanyin Bodhisattva contains willow branches, which has boundless magical power. It can bring the dead back to life, turn stones into gold, and eliminate demons and demons.
Therefore, willow branches are also regarded as a tool to exorcise ghosts among the people. Some people even use willow branches to fight ghosts. For powerful masters, every time they hit the ghost, the ghost will become smaller and smaller, until the ghost is beaten.
Until you are convinced.
However, willows are divided into mountain willows and willows. The ones on the mountains are mountain willows, and those by the river are willows. The willows that can fight ghosts are willows. Mountain willows not only cannot fight ghosts, but will attract ghosts. Moreover, the willows that can fight ghosts are water-purifying willows. Once the water quality
If it is polluted, not only will it not be able to fight ghosts, but it will become a place where ghosts gather and become a thing that attracts ghosts.
Although ghosts are afraid of willow branches, one premise is that they must be magical objects before ghosts are afraid. Once they become mortal objects, not only will they not scare ghosts, but they will arouse their hatred and tease them.
and revenge.
Therefore, in Feng Shui, there is a saying that "don't plant mulberries in front and don't plant willows in the back." After all, there are too few unpolluted water sources in the world, and willow branches that can be used as magical tools are extremely rare.
The soul torture stick used in Fang Xiaoyu's hand was a gift from Yin, and it was naturally the best among all things. In addition, he was a Wanshan witchcraft, which had the blessing of spiritual power. Once it was in his hand, it became even more handy and became a beating tool.
"Today, I'm going to deal with you guys who are neither ghosts nor humans." Fang Xiaoyu held a soul torture stick made of water-purified willow wood and patted it gently in his hand, making a crisp "snap" sound.
.
Hearing this voice, Nu Shen felt an inexplicable panic. Thinking about the electric shock-like feeling before, he was afraid.
He frowned suspiciously and asked through gritted teeth: "Boy... what kind of crap is that in your hand? I'm going to kill you!"
The angry god refused to believe that the broken stick like a rolling pin in Fang Xiaoyu's hand could actually whip a six-meter-tall creature into a wild jump.
"This is called the Soul Torturing Stick. It's a good thing to collect your soul and kill you." Fang Xiaoyu said with a smile. While speaking, he pinched his fingers and activated the Taoist Soul Torturing Curse.
"Hmph! Can you kill me with this piece of shit? I'm six meters tall. When you jump, you can just reach my waist. I can crush you with one kick. Come on, idiot! I
I will crush you to death like an ant." The angry god gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to crush Fang Xiaoyu to death.
"Okay! See how I beat you into a dwarf."
Fang Xiaoyu sneered, and after a run-up, he jumped up again, swung the soul torture stick in his hand, and hit the angry god violently.
"When I fight, one stick will be shorter than one inch, ten sticks will be shorter than one foot..."
After a "chichi" sound, the huge body of the angry god quickly shrank down one foot after another.
In less than five minutes, Nu Shen, who was originally about six meters tall, was a head shorter than Fang Xiaoyu.
Looking at his smaller body, Angry God cried in shock, "Ah...this...this...what's going on? How could this happen? No, it's impossible for me to become like this, this must be
It’s an illusion.”
"Okay, I'll let you see it clearly this time. Remember, this is not an illusion. Hit me again!" Fang Xiaoyu waved the soul torture stick in his hand and hit him three times in succession. The height of the angry god was reduced.
Three inches shorter.
Seeing that he was getting shorter and shorter, the angry god turned pale with fright. Even so, he was still unwilling to wave his fists in his hands and hit Fang Xiaoyu with all his strength. While hitting Fang Xiaoyu, he shouted angrily: "No
...Chinese boy, there is no way you can kill me."
"Want to die? It's not that easy. I have to capture you to work for me! From now on, you belong to me, Fang Xiaoyu, and you have to do whatever I ask you to do." Fang Xiaoyu grabbed the angry god.
ears.
"No... this is impossible. I am the Angry God, one of the eight Yin Gods of the Main Temple who is respected by everyone. The Angry God never gives up. I will never give in to anyone." The Angry God roared unwillingly.
"Anyone who is not godly is just a piece of shit in my opinion, Fang Xiaoyu. If you don't obey again, I will beat you into a little brat." Fang Xiaoyu hit the angry god with another stick and hit him several times. This time,
He directly beat the angry god into a five or six year old kid.
"No, no, no... I can't be like this. I can't let you go even if I die." The angry god roared, but still had no intention of asking for mercy.
"No wonder I call you Angry God. You really have a stubborn temper. Forget it, I'll beat you back to your original shape." Fang Xiaoyu cursed helplessly, and then hit the angry God with a barrage of sticks, directly beating the angry God into a
A gadget the size of a Barbie doll.
"You can beat me to death, but I won't be convinced." Angry God still opened his eyes unwillingly and waved a pair of small claws, trying to catch Fang Xiaoyu, but he had no strength at all.
"It's not that easy if you want to die. I'll cover you with a quilt first and erase the mark of your soul." Fang Xiaoyu grabbed the little guy's hand, put a talisman on his lower abdomen, and then gently
He gently turned the spiritual Gu ring in his hand and implanted his thoughts.
A minute later, the angry god completely transformed into a well-behaved little baby. He kept smiling at him. (To be continued)