Wang Fu didn't know that when his group was trapped in the black waters and encountered a huge female ghost suspected to be the Poli Ghost Mother, similar situations occurred in other places in the gold mining town.
The two brothers Qiu Bu, Wen Liangyu, Zhao Yang and Zhao Fu, as well as other disciples of Yunyang Temple, led by fire rats one by one, passed through river beaches, mines and other complex terrains.
During this period, there were many twists and turns, and fellow disciples died in battle one after another, resulting in heavy losses.
Eventually, they all meet their ultimate enemy.
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"Poli Ghost Mother?"
Qiu Bu looked at a thousand-year-old tree. The crown of the tree was as lush as a woman's bun. The knotted branches were intertwined with each other, outlining the face of a woman. The trunk below was bloated, resembling the belly of a pregnant woman.
In the prosperous root system of the big tree, there are dense piles of white bones and corpses, as terrifying as a hill.
This tree is not static, but rhythmically rises and falls, emitting a drum-like heartbeat.
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"Poli Ghost Mother?"
The two brothers Zhao Yang and Zhao Fu, with several Leihuo Palace disciples beside them, worked together to resist a giant python as thick as a wooden barrel.
The giant python had a beautiful head, opened the corners of its mouth with a smile, and spat out a letter that was as red as blood.
The beautiful python came and went like the wind, blowing a fishy wind that made everyone unsteady.
Balls of fire fell down, causing scales and gold stars to burst out, unable to injure them at all.
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"Poli ghost mother?"
Bearing a pair of tattered cloth shoes on his back, Kumatori stared into the depths of the mountain of dead vines where a huge honeycomb hung.
The honeycomb is buzzing, surrounded by countless "ghost bees". If you look closely, you can see that these ghost bees are naked men with a pair of wings and green-faced fangs. They chew flesh and blood in their mouths and burrow in and out of the hive.
Deep in the honeycomb, a woman's face loomed, surrounded by countless ghost bees, vying to be the first to offer flesh and blood to her.
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Similar scenes appeared in every corner of Jincai Town.
There were more than one female ghost who was suspected of being the ghost mother of Po Li, and the fire rats released by Master Lu also performed their duties and led many disciples to various places to fight against them.
On the black water side, the female ghost parted her long hair like waterweed and immediately attacked everyone.
Swish!
Groups of black flowers sprouted from the black background, blooming into thousands of filaments.
The long hair at the bottom of the water tumbled out of the water. It was then that everyone discovered that the reason why the water in the river was black was due to the long black hair.
The female ghost's huge face looked at them expressionlessly. Only her long hair continued to rise and twist, forming countless black dragon-like strands, covering this area with darkness.
"collapse!"
One by one, the red threads broke, and Si Nanfeng's palm shook. Without paying attention, the threads cut him and caused bleeding.
Blood dropped drop by drop on the ground, and at this time, black hair spread all over the sky and fluttered in the wind, completely blocking them in this water area.
"ah!"
A disciple inadvertently stepped on a large clump of hair, and was immediately overwhelmed by the swarm of hair and was lifted upside down in the air.
When Si Nanfeng saw this, the wind and fire blade suddenly stretched tens of meters, and decisively cut off the clump of hair.
The disciple struggled desperately and finally got rid of the tangled hair, but he found it difficult to breathe. The hair that had been disconnected was still squirming, drilling towards his facial features, getting denser and denser, blocking his breathing passage.
The black hair was like a snake, and seemed to be able to proliferate indefinitely. The longer it grew, the more it grew, until it almost choked him to the point of suffocation.
"hateful."
A companion raised his hand and tried to burn his hair off, but the companion reminded him to be careful of accidental injuries.
Previously on the stage, a vicious ghost created an icy illusion, and as a result, one of his classmates was struck, set on fire and burned himself to death.
Therefore, all the companions could only watch helplessly, watching the black hair become more and more rampant, and they were about to take away this life.
"I come."
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Wang Fu walked quickly to his side, raised his hand to swipe, and cast the bellyache curse.
Originally, bellyache curses were usually administered through the mouth, but this fellow's mouth was tightly blocked by hair.
Acting urgently, Wang Fu found the right position on the lower abdomen, lit the talisman of the belly pain spell, and pressed it into the opponent's belly.
The talisman took effect immediately, and light emerged from this fellow disciple's belly.
His painful expression gradually calmed down, and the twisted black hair on his facial features, which had been thrust into his body, suddenly shrank.
"Oh oh oh."
With the help of the Stomach Pain Mantra, this disciple's breathing gradually became smoother. He realized that his mouth was full of hair, and he felt so sick that he tried his best to vomit it out.
"Junior brother Wang, thank you for saving your life. I will remember this favor."
The disciple stood up and raised his hands to Wang Fugong.
Si Nanfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at the hair on the opposite side.
The female ghost under the water is still controlling the sky with black hair like clouds, shooting towards the group of people on the isolated island and entangling them.
"This is forcing me to set fire."
Si Nanfeng bared his teeth and his eyes were burning.
Why does he want to join the Thunder Fire Palace? It’s not because the spells suit his taste.
He has loved playing with fire since he was a child. Holding a charcoal fire stick, he can play with it happily, burning dead grass, burning insects, and playing with everything for a long time.
It’s still fun!
No one knows that Senior Brother Si, who has always been cold and cold-eyed, only has such extreme hobbies in private.
Si Nanfeng has also burned his hair and knows that human hair is full of oil and is the best fuel for fire.
This female ghost really found the wrong person to pick out.
"Look at my bottle of boiled sea oil."
Si Nanfeng took out an oil bottle from his arms, smashed it into pieces, and splashed the wine with oil flowers all over the sky.
A strong wind blows out, and the oil flowers spread in all directions, seeping into the black hair from the depths.
"Ruofen."
Si Nanfeng pointed out, and the sky was filled with sparks, flying like fireflies and burrowing into the hair.
The fire kept rising, burning vigorously and crackling.
However, the female ghost's hair rose from the bottom of the water, and the surface seemed to be coated with a film of water, making it difficult to burn.
Si Nanfeng must maintain his flame output in order to continue burning the surrounding black hair.
"Huhuhu."
From the dark clouds in the sky, strands of black hair are constantly ejected, or twisted into ropes, trying to wrap around the disciple's neck, hands and feet, dragging him into the black hair, or compressing it into a tough long whip, causing the earth and rocks to break into pieces.
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Bian Yunlong took out the last Thunder Killing Talisman, his face hurt, he couldn't help it, he was trying his best, and he didn't care about his heartache.
The thunder struck the black hair, and a large piece of it withered in the blink of an eye, and the roaring and howling sounds were endless.
However, compared to the endless black hair, the thunder struck by the Thunder and Thunder Talisman is a drop in the ocean.
What's more, the mana will eventually be exhausted.
Many of my fellow disciples took out the leaves of Dianling Tea from their arms, put them in their mouths and chewed them, taking the opportunity to recover some of their magic power.
After all, there are too many hairs, they are constantly being cut, burned, and growing all the time.
By now, the surrounding space has been occupied, and the breathing air has become thin.
"Huhu."
Gradually, some people find it difficult to breathe, approaching asphyxia.
Not good!
If this continues, the entire army will be wiped out.
Si Nanfeng let out a long roar, and the flames were blazing, creating a large hole in the waterfall-like hair in front of him, and he stepped on the breeze and rose into the air.
He looked down at the huge woman's face underwater and decided to hit her body directly.