The three wild Taoist priests are thinking about the bright future of Feiyin Xueling, who will greatly increase their strength and kill evil ghosts in the future.
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the fence, "Whimsical."
This voice seemed extremely abrupt among the voices full of people crying and cursing.
"who?"
As soon as the sixty-year-old man stretched out his hand, the wind and sand rolled up, and he immediately grabbed a figure from the crowd.
When the figure landed, it turned out to be an old man who was older than him. He had a sad face, sighed, and shook his head repeatedly, "What a fantastic idea!"
This is just an ordinary person with no magic power at all.
"Kill and throw them out."
The other two companions wanted to observe, but the sixty-year-old old man shook his head. He was a third-level and sixth-level practitioner, the strongest, and the leader of the three. He made a decision immediately.
The sad old man was naturally Wang Fu, who was wearing the mask of the Seven Emotions Ghost. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Wang Ful nodded repeatedly, "It's just the Feiyin Blood Silk Trail. If you want to kill the Li Gui, it's still far from enough."
Hearing that he mentioned Feiyin Xueling, they knew that he was not ignorant. The three monks became cautious. The old man's conversation was definitely not that of an ordinary fool.
"Then tell me how to kill the evil ghost?"
The sixty-year-old man calmed down.
Wang Fu pointed at the hundreds of girls in the school grounds, "Just look at it!"
As he pointed his finger, a girl was at the point where his fingertips landed. The outline of her body began to fade and disappeared in an instant.
Disappeared.
The three monks who entered the song looked at each other in confusion. There was no fluctuation of mana, there was no altar around, and no traces of escape techniques remained.
In other words, this girl disappeared out of thin air.
"what have you done?"
The sixty-year-old man became more and more convinced that Wang Fu was playing tricks on him. He secretly made a magic trick and was ready to take action at any time if he found something was wrong.
"Keep looking!"
As Wang Fu gave instructions, girls kept disappearing. At this time, the crying around the school gradually subsided.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, and under almost 360-degree surveillance, young girls disappeared without a trace one after another. This was a supernatural incident in broad daylight.
No matter how courageous you are, seeing this scene, you will feel chilled in your heart.
The three monks who entered Ququ had secretly distanced themselves from Wang Fu. They seriously suspected that the old man was transformed into a fierce ghost, or a very powerful ghost.
"These girls are of no use. I have a resurrection spell here that can be applied to the body to survive a hundred battles. It may be useful to the three of them."
This sentence is nonsense.
The sixty-year-old man sneered. They were all practitioners. How could they believe in the nonsense about resurrection from the dead?
Instead, they became more and more certain that Wang Fu was a ghost in human form, trying to deceive them.
"How can you believe it?"
Wang Fu's brows were high, as if he was filled with uncontrollable sorrow.
"How about you choose someone to try?"
The sixty-year-old man pointed at a sergeant at random and cast a spell to arrest him. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of him.
Wang Fu squatted down with a smile and reached out his hand to cover the sergeant's head, "Don't be afraid, it's just a small experiment."
The cloud pattern realm was clasped in his palm, and the light disappeared in a flash. In an instant, the sergeant entered the space inside the mirror from reality, and what returned to the original place was the shadow cast by the cloud pattern realm.
"It's time to begin!"
Wang Fu pointed at the sergeant and waved to the three monks.
"I can't do it anymore, I'll do it."
The youngest monk who entered the qu, who only had the level 1 and 2 of qu, walked up to the sergeant, raised his hand, summoned a stone as big as a millstone, and smashed it on his head.
This blow was so powerful that there were screams of surprise all around, and some people covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight of their heads being smashed.
However……
The boulder fell to the ground. The sergeant staggered back and touched his neck. He was unhurt!
The three monks who entered the song were stunned. They saw with their own eyes that the boulder hit the sergeant solidly, but it did not cause any damage.
What kind of deception is this!
"I come!"
The second monk who entered Qu was more cautious. He took out a sharp blade and pierced the sergeant's arm hard.
Bones were visible from the injury, and blood surged wildly, but after a moment, his eyes were in a trance, and his arm returned to its intact state.
Wang Fu smiled and said nothing. The sergeant as the subject of the experiment is essentially the projection of the main body outside the mirror. As long as the main body is intact, no matter how much damage the shadow suffers, it will remain intact as soon as it is refreshed.
The poor sergeant was turned over and over for testing and suffered numerous injuries, but he soon became as good as before.
Seeing is believing, no matter how doubtful the three monks were, they gradually relaxed.
"Old man, I was rude just now!"
The sixty-year-old man became polite and bowed his hand to Wang Fu, and the attitude of his companions also became gentle.
Looking around the school grounds, all the people were kneeling on the ground. In their eyes, Wang Fu's method just now was nothing short of a miracle.
However, as practitioners, they must be much smarter.
"If you want to kill the City God, you need my help!"
Wang Fu sighed, "If you don't believe me, the old man will turn around and leave."
"Wait!"
The sixty-year-old man raised his hand and said, "I'm eager to help. What do you want me to ask for?"
Wang Fu grinned, "When this is done, I will be the city god!"
I see……
The sixty-year-old man and his companion looked at each other for a few times, and it turned out that he was indeed a fierce ghost. He was jealous of the status of the city god and enjoyed the worship of all people. He wanted to use his sword to kill someone.
Ghosts are cunning and must not be fooled.
However, the way the sergeant was unable to be killed just now made them quite moved.
"Third brother, why don't you try it first!"
Under the urging gazes of his two companions, the youngest monk who entered the music gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all!"
Wang Fu sighed, took out a piece of prayer paper and gave it to the other party, "Please recite this mantra."
The three of them gathered together and read the above content word for word. They found that there was no problem and breathed a sigh of relief on the spot.
The young monk immediately began to recite...
"...driven by me..."
Ninety percent of this prayer is nonsense, except for the key sentence, which comes from the Sutra of Combating Calamities.
After he finished reading, a life fire split from his body and fell into Wang Fu's hands.
From now on, this person's life and death cannot be controlled by Wang Fu.
"Lao San, how do you feel?"
The sixty-year-old man couldn't wait to ask. There was nothing wrong with the young monk feeling the magic power flowing through his body.
"I come!"
Another companion couldn't wait to use a knife to cut a wound on his arm.
After a few breaths, the wound healed.
After some deception by Wang Fu, the remaining two people were also fooled. They recited the prayers one after another, divided their life fires, and handed them into Wang Fu's hands.
"hey-hey!"
Wang Fu sneered inwardly, but his expression was still gloomy, and he asked, "May I ask you three, when will you kill the city god?"
"There's no rush, we have to take a long-term approach!"
The sixty-year-old man wanted to pretend to decline, but unexpectedly, the old man in front of him showed a sneer.
Think about it in the long term? It’s a joke. Your life is all mine. If you just work hard and die, how can you talk about thinking about it in the long term?