The master of the Taoist temple thought of this, pointed at the altar, and magic power poured out.
Whizzing!
The magic power turned into seven or eight ropes, binding Wang Fu tightly, and he was fixed on the altar unable to move.
The owner of the Taoist temple also knows that it is unacceptable to take away a human body, and thunderstorms are the most taboo.
But I never expected that I would be so unlucky as to encounter a rare winter thunder in a century.
It would be a long night and many dreams, so he decided to make a quick decision.
"Old ghost, don't even think about it!"
Wang Fu struggled for a few times, but Yang Guan's stack of mana was pitifully weak. After the tossing just now, it had been consumed to the tune of seven to eighty-eight percent. He didn't dare to use the little mana left.
As for the Dharma Eye, the opening time was longer than the previous limit, and I felt a little dizzy.
"Hold on!"
Wang Fu knew very well that success or failure depended on this one move, and he must not fall first.
"Boom!"
Thunder bursts, getting closer and closer.
The owner of the Taoist temple heard thunder and his heart trembled. According to this trend, it is very likely that thunder and lightning will fall on the mountain.
As the tallest building on the mountain, this Taoist temple will definitely bear the brunt of a thunderstorm.
"Xiao Fu'er, stop struggling, I'm here."
He made his plan as planned, fought quickly, and took possession of Wang Fu's body, so that the thunderous punishment from heaven could not control him.
Outside the Taoist temple, thunder crisscrossed the clouds, and electric snakes swayed back and forth.
Inside the Taoist temple, the gloomy air is so dense that it makes people shudder.
The master of the Taoist temple finally couldn't bear it anymore and appeared in front of Wang Fu.
Ghosts can change constantly. When they gather together, they take shape, and when they disperse, they become energy. Previously, he deliberately did not show his true body, but now, in order to snatch his body, he had to reveal his true face.
"Hoo ho!"
Now that things have happened, Wang Fu can see the owner of the Taoist temple without any discernment.
This is a middle-aged man wearing a tattered Taoist robe. His originally upright appearance, but due to the ghostly aura, makes him look rather sinister.
More importantly, his feet were off the ground and suspended in the air, with his cuffs exposed and his fingers as black as ink.
He flew down to the altar and immediately performed the ritual and recited the mantra.
"Xiao Fu'er, I taught you the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu. Do you think that if you don't work, then I can't do anything to you? You are naive."
The master of the Taoist temple muttered some words and pointed at Wang Fu's forehead.
Wang Fu was trapped tightly, unable to struggle, and watched helplessly as his fingertips touched his forehead.
The next moment, he lost all breath, his body temperature dropped, and his face and skin turned pale.
As expected, the old ghost had a trick up his sleeve and was able to force him into a state of suspended animation.
On the contrary, Wang Fu deliberately stopped at the last step and firmly maintained the connection between his soul and his body. How could he occupy the magpie's nest?
"Don't worry, soon you and I will become one."
These words are too obscene and cannot be tolerated.
The master of the Taoist temple waved his hand, and the boy's copper stove jumped from the backyard to the main hall.
The plumes of smoke rising from the fairy peaches in the tray are the familiar corpse oil fragrance burning.
"not good!"
Wang Fu's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the other party was going to use the corpse oil as a lure to force his soul to leave his body.
If you can't cast a spell to save yourself, you may lose your soul before the other party's misfortune strikes.
"Old ghost, wait a minute!"
Wang Fu's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of stalling for time.
The master of the Taoist temple was too cunning to be fooled. He flicked his fingers on the incense burner, and the incense burned faster, and the smoke column in the air suddenly became thicker.
The sweet aroma of corpse oil filled Wang Fu's body, and his soul was shaking.
The thread that connects the soul and the body may break at any time.
"Fight."
Wang Fu stared at the life fire candle and wanted to activate the life fire to burn and squeeze his luck to save himself.
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, hitting the right corner of the main hall. The animal-shaped eaves were shattered on the spot, and debris fell like raindrops.
The aftermath of the thunder continued, and the Taoist temple, which was already in tatters, became even more precarious.
"Woo!"
The old ghost's true body is this Taoist temple, and the thunder seems to be hitting him.
The newly formed body was smashed into pieces and turned into a ball of squirming gas. It was obvious that the damage was serious.
"hehe!"
Wang Fu gloated, he finally got through it until you got bad luck, and you will suffer the same thing next.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Under the thunder, snakes, insects, rats, and ants were all disturbed. Inside the Taoist temple, a nest of rats panicked and fled out of their nest.
"Jerry, Shuk, Beta, Mickey, and Minnie, you are here."
Wang Fu saw the rats running around everywhere and recognized them at a glance. Aren't these the same rats that ruined his plan?
The source of the explosion hidden in the tunnel was dug out of the ground by these rats and fell into the hands of the old ghost.
At that time, Wang Fu was unlucky and didn't think anything of it. He didn't expect the foreshadowing to be here.
"A bunch of rats, do you think they can save your life?"
The owner of the Taoist temple didn't find it strange. There were just a bunch of beasts on the left and right. They were disturbed by the thunder and could not ruin his important event.
Although he was struck by lightning, he was an old ghost after all. As long as he cultivated for a moment, he could come back and seize Wang Fu's body.
Time, what he needs most is time.
As for the second lightning strike, the owner of the Taoist temple did not even think that he would not be so unlucky!
The mice panicked and ran around everywhere. Some got to the west of the altar table, and some went to the backyard.
They were looking for a way out of the Taoist temple.
In order for the ceremony to be successful today, the old ghost surrounded the Taoist temple so tightly that not even a mouse could escape.
"Huh?"
Wang Fu suddenly saw three or four mice dragging a package from the backyard with difficulty. Inside was the source of the explosion he had prepared, and the fuse made of burnt cotton thread was just exposed.
These rats are also greedy, and they did not forget to make money while running away.
After a while, the mice finally found a way out... The tunnel dug by Wang Fu was blocked by old ghosts but was hastily buried with floating soil.
"Squeak!"
A mouse scurried to the altar table, and while biting the candle, it was accidentally contaminated by the flames. The fur all over its body was burning. The pain caused him to plunge into the ground. When he saw the "family members" gathered at the entrance of the tunnel, he hurriedly rushed over to ask for help.
Don't come here, you idiot!
If the other rats could talk, they would definitely roar loudly and rush toward them with a ball of fire, trying to drag everyone to death?
When it rushed to the entrance of the tunnel, the mouse's whole body turned into a fireball, and the other mice dispersed, leaving behind the package containing the source of the explosion and stubbornly holding up a fuse.
Boom...boom!
Wang Fu closed his eyes and dubbed the upcoming explosion in advance.
The fireball carried the package and plunged into the tunnel. The fire flashed away, followed by a short but long silence.
boom!
The initial explosion sound was like farting in bed, dull!
Immediately, the sound became louder and louder.
The ground near the tunnel trembled, the soil and stones danced like soybeans, and the entire Taoist temple was like plasticine that had been arbitrarily kneaded, constantly changing its shape.
The location chosen by Wang Fu was originally the Taoist temple's "death point", but now it was stabbed hard and it was ruined!
Wow!
The smoke and fire that violently poured out from the tunnel entrance instantly destroyed most of the wall, and broken wall tiles spattered to the ground like raindrops.
The Taoist temple was bombed, the old ghost's roots were dug out, and a turning point came in an instant.