On the altar, Wang Fu opened his eyes, took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve and drank it.
Under the altar, everyone looked at him with admiration.
In these days, Wang Fu used the altar to control the thunder, sweeping away all directions, from large cities to small villages and towns, shattered by the evil wind, and countless little ghosts were shaken to pieces and disappeared on the spot.
The people who were in dire straits welcomed a savior, although it was unknown who manipulated him and called him "Thunder God".
However, only the practitioners near the altar know that Wang Fu has created many miracles.
With the Dharma altar of one place as the foundation, it controls the pure and empty old land to turn the clouds and rain, and countless thunders descend on the world to sweep away the ghosts and evil spirits, and thousands of households are saved.
It is said that the forum plays the role of amplification, but as Wang Fu takes the lead, his own strength cannot be underestimated.
His profound attainments in the art of lightning, the powerful force of his magic power, and the exquisite techniques of controlling thunder all make people admire him in admiration.
"Young Hall Master, it is absolutely impossible that you only have three levels of cultivation."
Not only the fellow disciples of Thunder Fire Palace, but also the monks of Qingxu Guan also came up with this idea.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain it. Wang Fu stood on the altar for more than a month, sweeping hundreds of cities and towns from near to far, countless villages and towns, and killing hundreds of millions of imps.
The originally terrifying ghost disaster has been wiped out to pieces and has become nothing more than a threat.
The Qingxu monks who went to various places not only reported the news, but also checked the effect of the thunder sweep.
Taoist Changshi sat under the Dharma altar and accepted the news reported by all parties. He was increasingly shocked.
This time, Wang Fu was really full of work and materials, without any moisture, smashing through the land inch by inch, washing the ground with thunder, killing ghosts and evil spirits. It can be imagined that the consumption of mana caused by this is terrifying.
"Three songs?"
He chuckled and shook his head. The man with three twists and turns stood on the altar. According to the previous consumption rate, he was afraid that it would be drained into an empty shell in just a long time.
Looking at the northwest lower courtyard, Hui Xiang and other old people were even more devoted to Wang Fu.
Lu Hansheng and other confidants were even more loyal. They realized that the master they followed had a far more promising future than they imagined.
After this time, the overall strength of Thunder Fire Palace will also usher in a terrifying leap.
This group of people are like ants attached to the wings of the roc, soaring up to 90,000 miles at an unimaginable speed.
"Everyone!
Wang Fu spoke, "It's begun."
With these three words, everyone was excited and knew that the real drama was about to begin.
Only the senior executives present knew that it was just an appetizer before, but now the real jam begins.
"Taoist Changshi, the general is mourning and the ghosts are descending. How is the situation?"
Taoist Changshi was agitated. The direction they were responsible for was the mourning general who came from the territory of Qingxu Guan.
This fierce ghost had many followers, and they began to join in the fun. The key was that it was Wang Fu who revealed the news to them.
Afterwards, Taoist Changshi made special inquiries and finally found out the movements of the mourning general.
"The other party is separated by a minefield, making contact difficult, and it's still parked hundreds of miles away from the Thunder border."
"It's prudent."
Wang Fu nodded, "Please take Brother Qingxu to fight. Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."
Taoist Changshi was doubtful, so he cupped his hands and said, "I have the order."
The messenger who mourned the general came with sixty-six brothers, but when he returned he was the only one left, and by the way, there were also two men sent by General Justice.
He keenly noticed that the two ghosts didn't seem to have a good relationship.
Accompanying the messenger back to report the message were the multi-legged god and the red-haired evil ghost. The combination of the fierce ghost and the evil ghost was quite satisfactory.
Along the way, the multi-legged god kept looking at the red-haired evil ghost and sneered.
With the messenger leading the way, the three ghosts bypassed the minefield. Although they took a detour, they were safer.
Thunder occasionally passed by, which was quite frightening.
"It's almost done here."
Halfway through the journey, Duozu spoke loudly and stopped.
Just as the messenger was about to ask a question, suddenly his head went dark, and a huge foot fell from the sky, trampling him to death in one breath.
Many feet are moving... feet!
He trampled the messenger to death, threw it into his mouth and ate it, destroying the corpse and destroying all traces. Then he looked at the red-haired evil ghost with a ferocious smile.
"How do you want to die?
The red-haired fierce ghost said in a relaxed tone, "Can't you bear it anymore?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, his whole body was surrounded by black light, and he became another powerful ghost.
"You, how is that possible?
The Many-legged God was horrified. He only thought that the second among the five ghosts was a rare and powerful ghost, but he did not expect that the eldest one was also the one.
This is hidden too deeply.
"Is there more that you didn't expect?
The multi-legged god calmed down and suddenly raised his foot to step on it. In the blink of an eye, the sky was densely packed with terrifying footprints.
Wow!
It was like a heavy rain falling on the red-haired evil ghost, trampling him to pieces.
Winter winter winter!
A series of drum beats sounded, and the red-haired evil ghost was unable to dodge and was trampled miserably, like a lake of pulp that had been smashed repeatedly.
The Many-legged God sneered and suddenly realized something was wrong. It seemed that the ball on the ground was squirming.
"Well!"
The red-haired evil ghost stood up from the lake of flesh and blood mold, took a few breaths to return to his original state, moved his neck, and said with a smile, "Didn't you eat?"
The multi-legged god was so horrified that he could heal himself on the spot without losing his energy. What a terrifying ability this is?
He stepped back, fearful in his heart, knowing that the red-haired evil ghost was far more terrifying than it appeared.
The next moment, he hit the multi-legged god with heavy fists.
Gacha!
The multi-legged god stood up from the ground and broke off two legs. This was his talent. He could offset a fatal attack at the cost of breaking the legs.
Before he could react, the attack came like a violent storm.
The red-haired evil ghost changed its calmness from the past, and looked like a crazy demon. His arms turned into thousands of phantoms, and he flew up from the ground. He did not land for a long time, and his legs were broken, and he had no time to fight back.
finally……
winter!
The last blow was a heavy blow, killing the many-legged god alive. He had no time to escape through air currents.
The red-haired evil ghost licked the corners of his mouth to suppress the urge to eat. He grabbed the feet of the multi-legged god and dragged his nails as sharp as knives in front of him, easily breaking open the opponent's body.
In the blink of an eye, the corpse of the many-legged god quickly withered, and a ghost emerged from the wound, as if it were the messenger who had just been swallowed.
One of the five magical powers of ghosts, breaking the abdomen to remove ghosts.
After the messenger was reborn, he quietly waited for the order from the red-haired evil ghost, and became a puppet who obeyed the command.
"Go, go see your old master and report the news to him."
The red-haired ferocious ghost smiled ferociously. As an important chess piece of Wang Fu's Infernal Affairs plan, the purpose of this trip was to lead the mourning general's large army into a dead end.
Even if the multi-legged god doesn't interfere, he still has to find a way to join in.
"Report, report."
The messenger's eyes were dull at first, but as the red-haired evil ghost took control, he took a few steps and regained his previous appearance. Even if he was a familiar companion, he couldn't tell anything strange.
The red-haired evil ghost and the messenger continued on their journey back.