Chapter 1419 The Buddha does not cross you and I will cross
Seeing the state of the ghost Buddha, Panhu couldn't help but complain secretly.
I just met a good madman, why did it seem even more crazier...
Before he could react too much, the ghost Buddha was already whistling over.
Without moves or magic weapons, you just want to pounce on Panhu and bite it like an animal.
He bit off his throat, pulled out his internal organs, and tore off every muscle of his body in strands!
It seems that only in this way can all the distortions and anger in Wufeng's heart be vented.
If it were the former Panhu king, of course he would not be afraid of these things.
Just trying his best, the Quan Feng Kingdom was cut by him one by one.
But after more than five thousand years of the torture of the Invasive Purgatory, Panhu's courage had long dissipated.
Now he just wants to take advantage of the weakness of his lineage and replace it.
Then enjoy all the beauties in the world.
Who would want to have a life of greatness without enjoying it?!
Under this mentality trend, Panhu instinctively chose to avoid it.
He avoided it, but the kobold beside him was in trouble.
The blood-stained letters surrounded the ghosts and Buddhas, and instantly took away more than a dozen lives.
All of them cut off their throats and squirted blood.
The cry of "Old Ancestor to help" and screams were mixed together, and they were endless.
Seeing this, the grief-angry Kuteng tribe naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.
They roared and killed at the dog clan.
The great shaman was embracing the giant cocoon's body with one arm, and a red light flashed in the skeleton of the sheep's head staff.
"O my ancestor's undead, your people are being slaughtered by evil. Our blood has dyed the earth red, and our anger has broken through the sky!"
"The unfilial descendants beg you to wake up from your sleep and lead us out of this flesh-and-blood swamp!"
After the spell was finished, the valley suddenly felt a whistling wind, and a giant figure that was as high as a mountain appeared in the yin wind.
The giant seemed to have been sleeping for a long time and was trying hard to open his eyes.
Panhu was shocked when he saw this and shouted loudly while avoiding the crazy facelessness.
"Shaman, you dare to violate the taboo to summon the undead of the ancestors. Are you not afraid of attracting the wrath of the undead and depriving you of everything?!"
The great shaman couldn't see his expression clearly because his face was covered with all kinds of strange symbols.
But the voice was filled with grief and anger.
"Deprive everything?!"
"We Kuteng tribe are just living in this world, neither human nor ghost, neither yin nor yang, and what else can we take away from depriving!"
"Only by trying everything to kill all you and your dog, will the supreme people continue to plead with us!"
"At least...it can at least allow the children of my Kuteng Tribe to live with dignity and not be enslaved by guys like Jiong God!"
Panhu wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by a shocking roar.
I saw that the giant figure had woken up, and his eyes were angrily opened, comparable to the sun.
Just as Panhu said, the first thing a giant does when he wakes up is an indiscriminate attack.
The primary goal is to disturb the high priest who is sleeping.
The high priest did not mean to avoid it at all, but gently put down the giant cocoon and opened his hand to meet him.
"I'm damn about my ancestors' sleep!"
"Just hope my death calms your anger and leads your poor children out of the darkness!"
The giant phantom did not hesitate at all because of the high priest's words, and the big hands continued to smash hard at him.
On the other hand, the high priest had closed his eyes and quietly waited for the moment of death.
Because the biggest taboo of priests in all dynasties is to awaken the undead of ancestors, it is like ordinary people digging their own ancestral tombs.
Not to mention unfiliality, after such an undead is awakened, he will suffer more severe pain every minute and every second than Lingchi.
If it is necessary to compare, it is equivalent to peeling off all the skin of the organism and soaking it in bloody water into concentrated sulfuric acid...
Moreover, it is not easy for the undead to continue sleeping, and it takes a long time to go through.
If an accident occurs and cannot sleep, the soul mark will completely disappear and there is no possibility of a repeat.
That kind of death will no longer be reincarnation, but the true end...
Just as the great shaman was about to be strangled to death by the giant phantom, the ghost Buddha stood in front with a strange smile.
This is the first time he has taken the initiative to save someone, of course Hua Jiu's difficulties do not count.
Amid the strange laughter, the ghost Buddha was pressing against the huge tear Buddha's neck with one hand, swinging towards the phantom's head like a stone.
"Hehehehehehehehehehehe!"
"I just said: From today on, 'I will come and pass on the bitter vine.' Are you doubting my killing intention?!"