Finally, the deaf mother-in-law asked Zhao Aiguo to carry Zhao Fei's body into the side room and gave instructions.
"Don't sleep tonight, you two, and be sure to keep an eye on the soul-leading fragrance in your son's mouth!"
"This incense cannot be broken or extinguished, otherwise the soul of that fat boy Zhao Fei will not be able to return to his place!"
Zhao Aiguo nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, old aunt, I will definitely watch carefully."
In the blink of an eye, the deaf mother-in-law was the only one left in the vast snow.
It looks so desolate against the backdrop of the small pine trees behind me.
On the other side, when Hua Jiunan and others rushed to the ancient tomb, they saw Li Guang leading the Hundred Battles Soldier Soul, charging back and forth among thousands of Yellow Turban ghost soldiers.
The little Taoist priest Hu Ping protected the injured Professor Ma and fought and retreated under the pursuit of more than a dozen yellow scarf ghost soldiers.
Zhou Laodao stood on a high altar, holding a copper coin sword, his hair disheveled, and murmuring words.
Hua Jiunan listened carefully, but it was "The Supreme Ghost Killing Technique":
Taishang Laojun taught me how to kill ghosts and make magic recipes with me.
Calling to the jade girl, it is ominous to take photos.
Climb the stone and wear the seal.
Wearing a canopy on his head, he is walking on tiptoe, and he supports Liujia on the left and Liuding on the right.
There is Huang Shen in the front and Yue Zhang in the back.
When a divine master kills, he does not avoid powerful people. He first kills the evil spirits and then kills the night light.
What god doesn't subdue him, and why ghost dares to do it?
Hurry like a law.
As Zhou Laodao recited, the surrounding yellow scarf ghost soldiers showed pained expressions.
After listening to it for a long time, many fell to the ground holding their heads and wailing.
After a moment, the head exploded with a bang and disappeared into a column of black smoke.
The ghosts couldn't bear it anymore, their eyes were red, and they all rushed to the altar to fight for Zhou Laodao.
The altar is in an octagonal shape, implying the meaning of the Eight Diagrams.
Yellow cloth hangs all around.
The yellow cloth is covered with Taoist evil talismans painted with blood-red cinnabar.
Most of the ghost soldiers who rushed around the altar were forced back by the blue light emitted from the yellow cloth.
Occasionally, ghost soldiers broke through the defense. Zhou Laodao immediately bit off the middle finger of his left hand and quickly wrote a spell on the palm of his right hand.
Then he clapped his palm with a sound like muffled thunder.
After the ghost soldier who rushed to him was hit, he immediately flew backwards and disappeared into a streak of black energy in the air.
The head of the Hu family, Hu Qingshan, saw a sparkle in his eyes.
"What a pure Yang palm thunder!"
"Without decades of hard work, this kind of method would be impossible!"
Chen Daji's curiosity was aroused.
"Damn it! Is this what the legendary palm thunder looks like?"
"I thought it was like just waving my hand and all the thunder would go off, the sky would collapse, the sea would dry up, the rocks would shatter, there would be crackling and booming!"
Hui Laoliu chuckled and said:
"The kind you are talking about, Daji, may have really existed in ancient times."
“But since Emperor Zhuanxu ‘reached the sky’ and cut off human and divine communication, especially after the Conferring God War, it has been impossible to appear.”
Chen Daji obviously didn't understand these two allusions, especially the first one.
Silly, he asked again: "Why?"
Grandma Jie Jie smiled strangely and hit Chen Daji hard on the head with her dry pipe.
"You're the only one who talks a lot, little brat!"
"The same grandson, why is your grandson so stupid!"
Chen Daji covered his head and grinned, stealing a glance at Hua Jiunan and complaining.
"Grandma, please be gentle!"
"Don't blame me for being stupid, it's all my dad's fault!"
"My mother said that before she gave birth to me, my father smoked and drank every day, so the quality was poor when I left the factory. It's no wonder I'm stupid!"
Grandma Mai thought of Chen Fu's arrogant appearance and felt that what Chen Daji said made sense.
As the saying goes: If you sow melons, you will not get beans; if you sow beans, you will not get melons.
What you plant is shriveled eggplants, and the most you can harvest is a cart full of melons.
It seems that I need to hit this unlucky kid on the head less often in the future, otherwise the more I hit him, the stupider he will become...
While several people were talking, the Baizhan soldiers led by Li Guang suddenly shouted in unison:
"Ho! Ho ho!"
Forty spearmen took strong strides, and the yellow scarf ghosts in front of them were instantly tied into a string.
General Li Guang stood up on his horse, his sword pointed far ahead.
"Change formation, smash through!"
The souls of hundreds of warriors all responded to the promise, black smoke flashed through, and a scarred war horse appeared under each person's crotch.
Some even exposed bones.
However, this does not affect their ability to fight on the battlefield!
"Wherever the sword points, I am invincible! Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
Under the leadership of the flying general Li Guang, the Centurion was like a red-hot iron hitting butter, annihilating all the yellow scarf ghosts in front of them with overwhelming force.
On the other side, Zhou Laodao saw more and more yellow scarf ghosts rushing towards the altar, and he also released his sect's secret technique, the Tiangang Five Thunder Curse.
I saw him thumping his chest violently and spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.
Then he grabbed it with one hand and threw out a handful of yellow talismans mixed with blood mist.
"The god of fire and thunder from the sky brings down thunder from the five directions. The god of fire and thunder from the earth brings down demons and eliminates evil spirits. Go away quickly and obey my emperor's orders. Be as urgent as the law!"
With the altar as the center, a blue mist rose over a range of more than ten meters.
There was a faint sound of thunder in the fog, and fire was everywhere.
The yellow scarf ghost soldiers screamed repeatedly, but they could not break out of the fog.
After a minute or so, the mist cleared.
Disappearing together with Qingwu, there were hundreds of Yellow Turban ghost soldiers.