As soon as an expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
Zhang Wuren had not used the Tantric iron rod for a long time. As soon as he made a move this time, the sky was filled with golden Buddhist inscriptions floating back and forth. As soon as the underworld man who overestimated his power came into contact, his entire body was covered with Buddhist inscriptions.
As the golden light flashed, the body of the underworld man was like a wax figure exposed to high temperatures. First his face became distorted, and then gradually melted, turning into streams of pus flowing down.
The underworld man screamed like a slaughtering pig and struggled desperately to get rid of the golden Buddhist inscriptions on his body. But Zhang Wuren's Buddhist inscriptions were extraordinary. Even if the underworld man was between life and death, he couldn't resist it.
In an instant, a ghost man was melted by the Buddhist inscriptions and gradually seeped into the ground.
Ming Nan suddenly turned around and cursed: "What a trick!"
He opened his mouth, and a dark object hit him. The object spun around while it was still in the air. Only then did I realize that it was a ferocious-looking human head.
Although the head is only the size of a walnut, it has clear facial features and a grinning mouth. If you look closely, you can see that it looks quite familiar. It is vaguely a corpse walker from Qinghai.
In the exorcism circle, Qinghai is a very strange place. It is a vast and sparsely populated place, where evil spirits are rampant, and there are skinners who wreak havoc in it and run rampant.
The skinner's favorite thing is to skin the exorcist masters. Whoever sits in the position of Qinghai's leader, he wants to skin him. Before chasing the corpse walker, there were already seven or eight people who sat on the leader's seat.
The exorcist in the position was forcibly skinned off by the Skinner.
The Exorcist is the ninth Exorcist to sit in this position in the past three years.
This person is the leader of Qinghai, not for fame or profit, but because he wants to eradicate the scourge of the Skinner. This time he came to the Life and Death Banquet because he wanted to learn from the exorcists from other provinces and find a method.
It's a pity that he died in the hands of Ming Nan before he could realize his ambition.
Zhang Wuren also knew the corpse walker. When he saw a walnut-sized human head flying out of Ming Nan's mouth, he knew that this old-fashioned exorcist might have been poisoned by Ming Nan.
He sighed, and the Buddhist text suddenly flashed, and said: "The corpse walkers and the skinned man started because of me and Lao He, and they were destroyed because of the two of us. Don't worry, after you die, Lao He and I will meet again."
I will personally go to Qinghai and capture him completely."
As he spoke, the Buddhist inscriptions rolled around and stopped in front of the human head. When the flying head met the golden Buddhist inscriptions, it seemed as if it had fallen into mud, and its speed continued to slow down.
Stimulated by the Buddhist inscriptions, the corpse-chasing man lost all his anger and regained his consciousness when he opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Wuren bathing in the golden Buddhist inscriptions.
I just heard the corpse walker yell loudly: "Zhang Wuren! I'm here to help you! I just hope that after I die, you can help all the exorcists in Qinghai Province!"
He also knew that he had died a long time ago, but his three souls and seven souls had been eaten by Ming Man, and he had not yet been digested by him. Now that he was stimulated by Zhang Wuren's golden Buddhist inscriptions, he immediately woke up.
This man was so heroic and courageous that even if he died, he still remembered that the Qinghai Skinners were raging in the province and no one could cure them. So he simply made up his mind to use his last death to help Zhang Wuren in exchange for him subduing the Skinners.
After he finished yelling, he saw that the walnut-sized head expanded rapidly, and soon expanded to normal size.
I saw the corpse chaser frowning and shaking his head, then turned around and flew towards Ying Tianming.
Just as He Zhonghua punched him, Ying Tianming took a step back. However, even though he stepped back, he still reached out his hand accurately, just in time to touch the corpse chaser's head.
Ying Tianming smiled and said, "You alone want to hurt me?"
The corpse walker screamed, and black blood flowed from his nose and eyes. He laughed evilly and said, "Although I am a second-rate exorcist, I still have integrity! Blow it up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole head suddenly exploded, and countless filthy blood and black air splashed everywhere. The blood was the remains of the corpse walker after his death, but the black air was the evil energy contaminated by the ghost man after he had eaten it and spat it out again.
That's all the blood, it really can't do anything to win the destiny. But this black energy belongs to Ming Nan. Once it splashes out, it will be corroded and create a deep pit wherever it falls.
Ying Tianming didn't expect that there was such a thing among the heads, so he hurriedly dodged sideways. Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuren's tantric iron rod followed him like a shadow.
His timing was extremely precise. Ying Tianming had just escaped the splash of the head, but before he could regain his footing, golden light flashed above his head, and the Tantric iron rod had already fallen.
At this time, you can see the ability to win destiny. If ordinary people or other evil spirits fall to this point and are locked by the Buddhist inscriptions of the Tantric iron rod, they will definitely be hit by this rod.
But Ying Tianming was not in a hurry. The yellow hat on his head flashed a yellow light, and then he heard a "bang" and was beaten solidly with a stick.
It's just that when this stick hit, countless Buddhist inscriptions flew around like sparks, but they just couldn't penetrate the protection of the yellow hat. I don't know what the hat is made of, and even the tantric iron rod couldn't cause any damage.
Ying Tianming resisted Zhang Wuren's blow. Although he was unscathed on the surface, the Buddhist inscriptions on his body were scattered all over his body, which made him uncomfortable. He grunted, but stretched out his index finger and tapped Zhang Wuren's forehead.
Above the index finger, black energy lingered, vaguely forming a sharp thorn. If Zhang Wuren was hit by his index finger, it would definitely be a transparent hole.
At this time, He Zhonghua's sneer came from the side: "You shameless yellow hat! Do you really think that I am nothing?"
He said before that there was no need for the demon sword to suppress ghosts, but now he seized the opportunity and chopped off the demon sword to suppress ghosts again. However, this time the ghost text on the demon sword to suppress ghosts was restrained, and it looked dark with no words at all.
This is because He Zhonghua knew that Ying Tianming was proficient in ghost literature, so he deliberately used this method.
This attack must save the enemy. If Ying Tianming insists on stabbing Zhang Wuren to death with his finger, He Zhonghua will inevitably get stabbed by He Zhonghua. He just used the yellow hat to resist the tantric iron rod, so he may not be able to withstand this stab.
Fortunately, at this time, he had been freed from the self-destruction of the corpse walker's head. With a flick of his body, he was already out of the attack range of the two men.
Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua cooperated tacitly and had extremely rich combat experience. The two of them didn't even say a word, but they couldn't help but chase after each other.
Just listening to the ping ping ping pong, the three of them were already fighting together.
Seeing the two bosses teaming up to deal with Ying Tianming, I felt secretly anxious. Although I knew that I was not as capable as Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua, I still couldn't help but rush over to help with my short evil-suppressing stick.
But before I even got close to the two of them, a figure unexpectedly stood in front of me.
I was shocked at first, because this guy was none other than one of Tianzi's three major followers, the critic.
This old man, who was holding a cane and looked so shaky that he could be knocked over by a gust of wind, now had a complex expression on his face and was staring at me intently.
Although the criticizers are the three major followers of Tianzi, after all, that happened thousands of years ago. After so long, everyone's mentality will always change in one way or another.
Especially when he had a fierce fight with Deputy Commander Di Ming, but he didn't say hello to me at all. Either he had already abandoned his original followers, or he didn't regard me as his natural son at all.
Either way, this is not good news for me.
I glanced around and found that Deputy Commander Di Ming was leading the living people to deal with the men and women, and the two bosses were competing to win the destiny. So I immediately knew that I had to rely on myself at this time.
Fortunately, the critic doesn't look like a vicious guy. Since I can't defeat him, let's try to communicate with him first.
So I said: "Old sir, are you going to stop me?"
The critic's eyes were complicated. He looked at me for a while, then bowed slightly and said, "Master Tianzi, do you still remember the old man?"
I shook my head simply: "I don't remember."
You can't blame me for being stupid. The critic claims to be able to see into the future, and playing tricks in front of him has no effect. Instead of being deceived by sophistry, it's better to admit it openly.
The critic nodded slightly: "Yes, what Tianzi inherits is a mission, not a memory. It's normal if you don't remember the old man. But that's not the point..."
When he said this, he suddenly leaned on crutches tremblingly, knelt down on his knees, and knelt down in front of me in full view of everyone.
An old antique who had lived for who knows how many years, a man who gave orders that everyone wanted to meet but could not find, a master who could confront Deputy Commander Di Ming without falling behind, knelt down in front of me like this.
This was beyond my expectation, so I was inevitably a little fussy, and subconsciously wanted to get out of the way. But the critic whispered: "Sir Tianzi, this old man has followed you for hundreds of years. Although he has made no achievements, he has
It can be considered as a matter of fact. During this time, old man, I have never asked you for help."
"Although the old man no longer follows you, the admiration in his heart has never changed. The old man is bold and shameless to ask Master Tianzi to do something, but I don't know if he is willing to do it?"
I was really at a loss when such a great expert knelt on the ground and begged me to do something. Fortunately, I had experienced strong winds and waves during this period, and I immediately realized that this was a rare opportunity.
So without even thinking about it, I said, "Old sir, don't be like this. First, tell me what exactly you want me to do."
Although I tried my best to persuade him, the critic was still unmoved. He knelt firmly on the ground and said, "Master Tianzi, if you don't agree to this, I won't dare to get up."
I frowned when I heard this. I thought to myself, is this old man a little ungrateful? Is he trying to force me to agree to do something for him?