The spells used by Tang Sanmu did no harm to the three Maoshan warlocks.

The reason why the sorcerers were chosen was because the aura of the Maoshan technique they practiced was the same as that of Tang Sanmu's technique, which was the most convenient.

Not only will the technique not have any impact on them, but it will also allow them to move their Qi more smoothly and their blood vessels to flow more smoothly.

After the spell ended, it was a rare experience and understanding for these three people.

As for the drinker, these words were naturally not addressed to the three warlocks, but to Tang Sanmu.

Miki held the mahogany sword in both hands, stared at the camera in front of him, and said calmly: "Puppet Master, your skills are really superb.

Can control hundreds of people at the same time."

When everyone in the live broadcast room saw the person holding the drink, they were a little surprised:

"Holy crap, it turns out to be him. I know him. He has done live broadcasts before, doing things like controlling corpses to walk! It's very evil."

"Haven't heard of it? Is it broadcast on the live broadcast of Shenqi?"

"It's not a live broadcast artifact, it's on another platform. It gained more than 100,000 followers after just two days of broadcasting, but it was quickly blocked."

"Is this still a ban? Aren't metaphysics anchors grabbing them all now?"

"His one is different. He goes to the mass graves in the middle of the night and lets the dead show themselves emerging from the graves. There are so many underworlds. Furthermore, in terms of the scale of the live broadcast, the live broadcast artifact is very big, right? Tang

Some of the master's live broadcasts would have been banned long ago on other platforms. Isn't it a big deal if he is live broadcasting Artifacts?"

A group of weapon friends were discussing lively, and the person holding the wine said: "The Netherworld controls corpses and moves in all directions, and the eight places give way and the world is confused.

He is the puppet master, who is said to be invisible to the light."

The art of ghost puppets has been popular for a long time. It is somewhat similar to driving away corpses, but it is different from the traditional driving away corpses.

There are many restrictions on the action of driving away corpses, as well as the requirements for corpses.

But ghost puppets, to put it bluntly, can be classified as a method of controlling ghosts, controlling the spirit body and moving the corpse.

The more proficient a puppeteer is, the more corpses he can control and make more precise movements.

Tang Sanmu stared at the drinker, trying to see some clues from his face.

But the person holding the wine smiled lightly: "Don't make trouble with me, you can't see through my face."

Indeed, his face was covered with human skin, and Tang Sanmu's eyes could see through beauty and makeup.

But I can't see through this foreign object on my face.

Moreover, this person's skin is so clever that there is almost no change in appearance, and even when looking at the face, it is a little confusing.

It seemed that this man had made some preparations for Tang Sanmu.

"Can these three puppets really be able to deal with me? What a joke!" the drinker snorted.

Then, he opened his arms and white lanterns floated from all directions.

There are many lanterns, like Kongming lanterns, hanging over the heads of the villagers.

The blue flames and red sky embellished the twitching faces of the villagers even more ferocious and weird.

"Ghosts travel in all directions, and corpses move the yin and yang! Charge!" The wine bearer roared, holding the bell in his right hand, pinching the finger of the sword in his left hand, and pointed forward fiercely.

The next moment, the grass and trees moved, and his head was bent under heavy pressure in a fixed direction.

And Tang Sanmu clicked his tongue: "You're so anxious, I wanted to chat with you for a while.

I quite like chatting with you."

The meaning of his words was obviously that he knew Boss Wolf. Could it be related to Honghua?

Miki had this question in his mind, but couldn't wait for this person to answer.

He said this without hesitation, and all the flags behind him whirred.

Then he took a full thirteen steps back, stepping forward with his feet and dancing his sword in his hand, pointing straight into the void.

"When a boy hears the majesty of the sword, the demons retreat and disperse into the underworld!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mahogany swords creaked, and the three warlocks, two in front and one behind, all took a step forward.

This step caused all the lanterns above to shake violently, the blue flames to jump, and they almost fell down from above.

The person holding the wine looked stiff for a moment and took a deep breath: "Tianweibu?!"

At the same time, all the villagers rushed forward, shaking their heads and laughing wildly.

His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious.

But the three warlocks still maintained their formation and rushed forward without fear.

Tang Sanmu was still dancing with his sword, and the footwork and movements of these three sorcerers were all the same as Tang Sanmu's.

A quarter of the incense on their heads had burned, and the three sorcerers let out a series of shouts.

Whizzing!

The willow branch twitched and fell directly on a villager. In an instant, a black energy filled the villager's body.

His bloodshot eyes immediately returned to normal, his whole body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground.

The movements of the other two warlocks were equally flexible and fast. In just an instant, ten villagers fell to the ground.

The drinker frowned slightly, continued to shake the bell in his right hand, and pulled out a piece of white cloth from his pocket with his left hand.

With a sudden shake, the white cloth was covered with blood spots.

It looked chaotic, but Tang Sanmu recognized it as the blood of extreme resentment.

A person who hates something or someone extremely, and is so angry that he spurts out a mouthful of blood.

It looks like ideas, but it is actually a pattern drawn on a white cloth.

It is to stimulate the resentment in the spirit body.

After all, the essence of ghost puppets is to control the spirit body. If the resentment in the spirit body is stimulated, it will naturally have a very significant effect!

The person holding the wine spread the white cloth in front of his eyes and stepped on it with his feet.

After a while, the blood spots disappear.

"A little bit of yin blood paves the dark road, and a trace of resentment hates all living beings!

kill!"

As soon as he said this, faint drops of blood seemed to hang on the surrounding vegetation.

Hundreds of villagers also screamed.

The three warlocks turned their bodies and jumped forward.

Tang Sanmu held swords in both hands: "The wicker sticks in your hands are weapons from heaven. The three boys can do whatever they want!"

Swish, brush, brush!

The wicker whipped, and the three warlocks walked straight forward, completely fearless.

As he walked forward, the lantern above shook more and more violently.

The blue flame was already making a roaring sound.

Although the villagers seemed to be in a frenzy after increasing their resentment, the three warlocks' Bu Gang seemed to perfectly suppress all the resentment.

He can defeat all laws with one force, and there will be no evil in his fault!

As the villagers fell down one by one, the beating speed of the wicker became faster and faster, and a trace of sweat appeared on Miki's forehead.

The lantern above finally seemed to be unable to hold up, and burst into flames. It fell from above like stars, and hit the villagers' heads.

Yin fire turns into yang, but it has no effect on the three sorcerers.
Chapter completed!