Dark clouds kept hitting the sky, and within three feet of the stone sculpture as the center, heavy rain poured down.
Acid rain...Xu Ping could see it at a glance.
I saw the raindrops falling on the ferocious beasts, like sulfuric acid in the sky, corroding the dozens of ferocious beasts in an instant, turning them into pools of blood.
With so many protected animals and so many animal skins, you are really a waste of money.
Xu Ping put aside his subconscious thoughts and saw that the stone sculpture was in the acid rain. After holding on for a few breaths, the red cloth above his head suddenly flew up and grew in the wind. Apparently it could not withstand the erosion of the acid rain.
The true appearance of the stone carvings has also been revealed.
The head looking up to the sky has no ears, no eyes, no nose, and only a crack on the face representing the mouth, like an afterimage that existed in ancient times.
So ugly...Xu Ping rushed over again and quickly cast the witchcraft: Smoke Shame Locking Curse.
This curse was meant to subjugate enemies, but when he cast it, it was like the Taoist body-protecting golden light curse, protecting the whole body.
The surroundings were shrouded in a cloud of black smoke. He stepped into the acid rain and thrust out two daggers.
The stone sculpture seemed to come alive in an instant. The cracks widened, like a bloody mouth, and the fishy smell came out.
Xu Ping felt dizzy for a while. He held his breath and used his energy to control the sword. The two daggers flew out again and turned into two quick rays of light, which shot directly into the ferocious and smelly mouth.
"boom!"
Like a firecracker exploding, the stone sculpture exploded into pieces in an instant, and the gravel flew across the sky like fragments of an explosion, but it was unable to break through the black smoke surrounding Xu Ping.
Since he can block the rapid-fire gravel, blocking bullets should not be a problem... Xu Ping analyzed the strength and gained a new understanding of his own strength.
…
The dust and fog dispersed, the rain stopped and the clouds collected.
Amidst the mess on the ground, Xu Ping was holding two swords. The black smoke around him dissipated, revealing his handsome appearance, just like the moonlight breaking through the dark clouds.
"This stone sculpture is not difficult to deal with, but it's a pity that all the incense and willpower were shaken away, but that's okay, anyway..."
Xu Ping's thoughts had not yet settled down, and he suddenly felt trance-like before his eyes when the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book suddenly appeared.
Kill the Evil God: Wutong God.
Reward: God Killing Jue.
Xu Ping:???
…
Zhao Mansion.
Zhao Fangshuo was lying on the bed, stroking the wound on his thigh, feeling bursts of pain, and what he felt was endless joy.
Pain and happiness.
After three hundred years of practice, I finally got rid of the evil gods and was able to completely transform into a human form.
There is only one thing to do in front of you, resurrect your loved one and live the life of a couple of gods and gods.
At this time, it can only be said that he was once a five-power god, but now he is a real person and exists in the world.
He was grinning with his teeth bared, when suddenly, his heart palpitated, and his face changed drastically.
He jumped up from the bed and saw dark clouds rolling in the sky in the distance, as if raindrops were falling down like sharp arrows.
His eyes flickered, and all kinds of complicated emotions flashed one by one, eventually turning into a ball of anger burning in his chest.
"The stone sculpture was destroyed..."
After all, they had the same origin. His heart ached, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Although the stone sculpture that has had most of its power taken away cannot be said to be invincible, it is not something that anyone can deal with.
Moreover, if the ferocious beasts in the mountains have enough incense over time, it is unknown that a brand new Wutong God will be born and driven by him.
But now everything is destroyed.
Knowing that rushing over at this time would be in vain and might even ruin his plan, Zhao Fangshuo looked around the Zhao Mansion indifferently, urgently needing to vent his burning emotions.
Finally, through the thick darkness of the night, he saw two flesh worms entangled together.
One of them is Boss Zhao's son, Master Zhao, who always looks down on him and makes sarcastic remarks about him.
His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
…
The morning sun breaks through the clouds and illuminates the earth, making everything bright.
After returning from Luoxia Mountain, Xu Ping didn't fall asleep at all.
Dahei, who was full of blood and evil energy, wondered whose sweetness it was, but there was a question lingering in his mind.
Wutongshen, that’s it?
With two random swings of his sword, he defeated this formidable enemy. He didn't feel much joy, and only had an absurd and bizarre feeling in his heart.
Xu Ping always felt that things were not that simple.
The God of Five Powers could not be so weak, maybe it was just an incarnation, but the reward of the Yin Yang Illustrated Book made him really confused.
After pondering for a while, Xu Ping felt that he could no longer be led around by the nose and must find a way to lure the person behind the scenes out.
Fortunately, he is not a picky person. Since he can't figure it out now, he will put it aside for now.
As the saying goes, the most important thing in life is to be happy.
However, it is indeed very happy to receive the reward of God-killing Art.
This is a method of using incense against incense.
Whether they are orthodox Dharma gods or evil gods and demons, they all use incense as their power.
And this god-killing technique is to forcibly plunder the incense from the surrounding temples, turn it into a supreme magic technique, and cause huge killing power. It really has the ability to kill gods and destroy immortals.
The only flaw is that the power of the spell depends on the intensity of the surrounding incense.
However, the good news is that the incense carrier is also suitable, such as our own Guan Erye.
"Should I carry the statue of Second Master Guan behind me when I go out from now on? Otherwise, if it is in the wilderness, it will be like a useless magic weapon." Xu Ping thought secretly.
The glare outside the window was slightly dazzling. Xu Ping lay there for another five minutes before forcing himself to get up.
Today is still the day to find a ghost house for Master Ren. If he doesn't get out of bed anymore, Uncle Jiu will be extremely happy.
Can you not be happy if you get less money?
…
Early in the morning.
Taoist Master Qingfeng was about to go out again. He also stayed at Zhao Mansion, but he took a walk in the mountains.
We did find a few places that could be used as haunted houses, but none of them were very good.
For ordinary people, it is barely adequate.
But if it were really given to the Ren family, they would definitely be looked down upon by those people.
After leaving the room and passing by the Zhao family's yard, I saw Boss Zhao dressed in moon-white silk clothes and doing Tai Chi.
He paused, and Boss Zhao also noticed him and stopped.
Taking the towel handed over by the pretty maid next to him, and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Boss Zhao said with a smile on his face, "Master Qingfeng, has Mr. Ren's Yin Mansion been decided?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng smiled and said: "Don't worry, Boss Zhao, we already have an idea, and we can make a decision today."
In fact, he hasn't said that Miss Ren doesn't like him at all, and thinks that his Qingfengguan is not as famous as Maoshan, and his reputation is not as great as that of Jiu Shu.
Boss Zhao didn't know about this either, he only knew that he had accepted the Ren family's commission.
As if remembering something, he suddenly frowned: "Yesterday, when Fang Shuo went out of the door, he was hit by a wild boar and punctured his thigh. Wasn't the Taoist priest injured?"
The meaning of Boss Zhao's words is actually very simple. A wild boar can hurt someone right under your nose. No matter what kind of cultivation you have, it seems that these Taoist monks are all here to cheat money.
That fake nephew couldn't beat a fart with three sticks. Sometimes Boss Zhao didn't bother to tell him too much or ask what happened in the mountains.
However, Taoist Master Qingfeng returned late at night and was totally unaware of this. Remembering what he had told him not to run around, he froze in shock.
What?
Is my physiognomy already so powerful? Since I have reached the level of predicting the future.
Before he could figure it out, the housekeeper of the house suddenly ran in in a panic, his face turned pale: "The master is in trouble, something serious is going to happen."
Boss Zhao kicked him out and cursed angrily: "Your master, I will stand here properly. Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart from your nonsense this morning."
The old housekeeper, who was kicked by him and rolled on the ground, managed to regain his breath after a while and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master, the young master and the young mistress are dead on the bed."
"puff!"
As soon as I heard this, a rush of blood rushed to my head.
The blood of the profiteer Boss Zhao spurted out, dyeing the moon-white silk clothes red, blooming like a blood lotus.