His hands were as big as crab claws, and his noodles turned red quickly.
With a tight throat, a few cramped words popped out with difficulty: flower, skin, big, insect, son... no, be, good, die...
Huo Xiantong became angrier when he heard this, and Youlan's hands became stronger. She just wanted to kill this disgusting bitch earlier to avoid the humiliation she suffered today.
Liu Xiaomu wanted to repeat his old trick and use the "Meat Analysis and Bone Shrinking Technique". Unexpectedly, the muscles and bones in his neck shrank and became thinner, and the two big blue hands tightened.
Intentionally or unintentionally, she used her hands and feet to scratch and step on the "Lord Purba" countless times. Unexpectedly, as soon as she caused some wounds, they were repaired by dense "mustard borers", making all attacks look so...
In vain...
An involuntary feeling of despair gradually emerged from my heart, and soon turned into an uncontrollable chill, spreading throughout my body, as if every finger was shaking unwillingly. Scenes from the past began to flash alternately in my mind.
, messy, confusing, and every frame is full of sadness.
In a trance, he saw Li Changyuan suddenly stand up, wave the "Sanqing Xuan Yellow Dust" again, and fight with the "Puba World Honored One" parasitizing Huo Xiantong. He was also yelling something to the side, as if to persuade a few people.
The old Taoists came to help each other. They all said that "two fists are hard to beat with four hands", but Li Changyuan seemed to be showing his strength. He held a whisk in his hand and used his arms to perform moves one after another. He actually matched the remaining six arms of the blue monster "Puba Shizun".
The fight was evenly matched.
The expected scene of the little Taoist priest trying his best to save him did not appear, and he felt a sense of disappointment. Then he felt relieved: a demon cultivator that he couldn't even defeat, a young man who had practiced Taoism for ten years, was there again.
Is there any way to reverse the situation and turn the tide? Besides, the controller of these big blue hands is just an incarnation of the demon cultivator...
Just when her consciousness began to blur, she suddenly heard "Puba Master" behind the big blue hand, suddenly raised her head to the sky, and let out a painful howl of shock and anger.
Taking advantage of this gap, precious air rushed into her throat and alveoli, filling her already swollen chest, and her consciousness seemed to have returned a little.
Looking intently, he saw that Li Changyuan's handle of "Sanqing Xuan Yellow Dust" had been pounded into the back of "Puba Master" at some point, and then passed out from the chest. The thick black and sticky liquid was immediately soaked in most of the dust tail.
, and then dripped down along the tip of the tail, winding out several dark turbid currents on the ground. It is like the "rocky water" gushing out from the ground, which is clearly distinguishable from the rainwater flowing across the grass.
Very strange.
Just now, Li Changyuan was in a hurry and just tried his best to attack. The "Three Pure Black Yellow Dust" infused with Yang Yuan Qi, swung, smashed, clicked, and poked, causing many hideous wounds on the waist of "Puba Master".
However, these wounds were all repaired by the "mustard borer" in an instant. Although he continued to dodge, the wounds on his body gradually increased. After being soaked by sweat and rain, he felt hot, cold, and unspeakably sore.
.
As he moved his feet, he also caught a glimpse of the reason for the surge in combat power of "Puba Lord":
Just outside the formation, more than thirty monks from the Western Regions had climbed up from the ground. They were still facing each other, forming two connected "swastika" characters. They all shook silver-black prayer wheels in their right hands and chanted in their mouths.
Come up with obscure incantations.
And their left palms were poked with blood holes by the sharp edges under the prayer wheel. Regardless of the pain, they grabbed the blood with their left hand and threw it on the prayer wheel from time to time. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, done in one go, and there was blood everywhere.
A bloody and weird feeling.
If there is any dark red blood, it floats away from these more than 30 prayer wheels, flies into the formation, and pours into the double "Swastika" talisman on the forehead of "Lord Purba". It becomes more and more pure.
The power of faith is like an endless river, constantly feeding the "mustard borer" living in the body of "Virgin Puba" through several streams of blood, and then it is soon transformed into even greater strength and recovery power. Therefore.
Only then could he be unafraid of damage from weapons, fists, and kicks, and he would suppress Liu Xiaomu and Li Changyuan into a state of embarrassment.
The wind and rain are getting lighter, and the sky is getting brighter.
The troops from all sides, who had been fighting fiercely for a long time, finally showed signs of fatigue.
At this moment, Yang Zhaoxi saw something change in the formation and couldn't stand it anymore. He picked up the half-cut gun handle on the ground, carried out the "One Reed Crossing the River" technique, rushed to recruit soldiers, and the guards were bathed in blood.
The fighting formations stabbed at those Western Region monks.
The figures of the pairs of monks intertwined and changed with each other. Not only did they avoid Yang Zhaoxi's sneak attack, but the formation of the double "卍" was not disordered at all. More than thirty strands of blood energy merged into several strands, still fluttering, flying towards the "
Lord Puba".
Looking at the half of the gun handle, it had been smashed by many small pendants on the prayer wheel, and I couldn't help but be secretly frightened by the strange movements of these monks.
The feudal soldiers and minions who saw him rushing into the battle alone now separated into several people, each armed with long weapons and short swords, and came to him together. Apparently they had not forgotten the disaster of breaking the monument just now. They wanted to attack the Western Region monks from both inside and outside.
, so that the culprit of this crime can be killed on the spot.
At this moment, Yang Chaoxi no longer dared to act ugly, raised the handle of the gun in his hand, and immediately used the "Wuwei Sword Technique", stabbing one block at a time, decisively and calmly, both attacking and defending, and able to avoid and avoid in a few breaths.
The vassal soldiers and their claws forced them back several feet. So their confidence increased, and they turned around and offered the sword move to Fan Monk again.
Monk Fan's body movements were still changing from left to right, unchanged. The prayer tube in his hand was spinning like a wheel, and was thrown towards Yang Chaoxi as usual.
Yang Chaoxi thought he had touched the key point, so he stabbed the right armpit of a monk with half a spear handle. The sword was as fast as light and lightning, and had the power to break bamboo. He was confident that he could severely damage the monk's right arm and kill him.
This strange "formation" opens a gap, and then pursues the victory, widening the gap little by little. As long as the formation of these monks is disrupted so that they can no longer deliver blood to "Puba Master", the crisis between Liu Xiaomu and the master will be over.
Can be easily solved...
Although this is the truth, the reality slaps you in the face.
Just when the half of the gun handle in Yang Chaoxi's hand stabbed the monk's armpit without any suspense, he felt a stinging pain in his palm. It was as if it had been stabbed on a huge rock, and the shock made his mouth burst, and his fingers went numb, almost
To withdraw and run away.
Monk Fan was not a good person to deal with. When his hand was still, more than a dozen prayer wheels were swung at his head and face. Some struck at the back of the head, some at the face, some at the shoulders and back, and some at the back.
The attack on the weak spot... seems to have been discussed in advance, coming from all directions, making people unable to avoid it!
Yang Zhaoxi had no choice but to throw away the handle of the gun and run away with his head in his arms, but he was still beaten until his head was covered with red bumps, his whole body was in unbearable pain, and his heart was filled with confusion:
How could the spiral-shaped pendant on the prayer wheel, which was no more than the size of a thumb, be able to explode with such great force? It hit him on the body, and he gasped, and on his head, stars appeared in his eyes... And the monk's armpits were clearly already dead.
Why is there no pain, no itching, and no reaction to the attack? Could it be a magical body-protecting skill such as "Golden Bell Gong" and "Iron Shirt Kung Fu"...
Yang Zhaoxi guessed what he expected, but he also guessed correctly. The double "卍" formation put up by these monks is actually a secret art of integration passed down by the Bon Religion. When translated into Chinese, it can be called "
"Together we can help each other with mysteries".
"Gongji Xuan Gong" also uses blood as a sacrifice, supplemented by the secret incantation of Bon religion, to unite the believers in the formation into one body, and has many wonderful effects such as "gathering the armpits into fur", "sharing the rain and dew", and "sharing the joys and sorrows".
For example, "gathering armpits into fur" can gather the power of believers' faith to prevent it from dissipating, and then transmit it to "Puba Buddha" through the double "Swastika" to help him fight against the enemy and show his magical power.
As for "Rain and Dew Spreading Evenly", the muscles and bones of the believers in the double "卍" formation are gathered together, and then integrated into each attack in the order of the moves. Therefore, although the spiral-shaped pendant is small, it looks like three
More than ten believers worked together to smash it out, and the pain would be unbearable if it hit the body.
As for "sharing joys and sorrows", it is to superimpose each believer's endurance and strength of muscles and bones, and then feed it back to each person. It is equivalent to amplifying the physical strength of each believer several times, so Yang Chaoxi stabbed him
The soft part of the monk's armpit seemed to be stabbed by a rock, injuring himself. At the same time, the pain of a single believer was distributed to everyone. It is no wonder that the monk was hit hard, but seemed to be fine.
I didn't feel the pain was unbearable.
Just as Yang Zhaoxi was hiding around and complaining secretly, he suddenly felt a trip under his feet, and immediately threw himself forward and fell solidly one foot away.
The moment he landed, he heard a loud bang in his head, and his chin hit the raised pebbles. At the same time, his teeth shook violently, and he bit the tip of his tongue. The pain made him burst into tears. Immediately behind him came the laughter of the feudal soldiers and minions.
The sound is very harsh and extremely unpleasant to hear.
In front of us is a puddle the size of a fan. Because the wind and rain have stopped, the waves are as flat as a mirror.
Yang Zhaoxi opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and looked left and right at the puddle. She saw blood constantly overflowing from the tip of her tongue, mixed with saliva, dyeing the surface of her tongue bright red. Strangely, the bright red color showed
There are a few looming black patches, but I don’t know why.
Yang Zhaoxi quickly shut up and swallowed the blood with pain. When she opened her mouth again and looked at her tongue carefully, she saw a black word "kui" printed on the tongue!
"well--"
Just when Yang Zhaoxi was in shock and doubt, a long sigh suddenly came from his ears, but it was full of breath and seemed familiar. After the voice sighed, he continued,
"When a country is about to perish, there must be evildoers. This is what I believe! I sent you officials from the underworld, but today I have to take care of the affairs of the underworld. It's really a mess..."
Yang Zhaoxi finally thought of the identity of the visitor, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Senior Zhong! Why are you here? Today's monster has a lot of magic, it's really powerful, and the trail is at its wits end... Since you are here, I think you must have a way to catch the monster!"
The person who came was none other than Zhong Jiudao. When he saw the little Taoist priest beaming with joy, he couldn't help but cough several times: "Ahem... I'm asking even though I know it! Why am I here? It's not like you people who used weapons recklessly to kill people, that's why you came all the way here."
Department, catching ghosts and collecting souls. As for subduing monsters and eliminating monsters, shouldn’t that be the duty of Taoist priests like you?"
Yang Zhaoxi looked embarrassed: "There are many Taoist seniors here who have even set up the 'Nine Palaces and Bagua Array', but they are no match for this monster's forbidden magic. It will not help if they are not good at the small Taoist arts... Now my Taoism
My friend's life is in danger, and my master is also in danger, so I ask Senior Zhong to act righteously!"
Zhong Jiudao pondered for a moment and then said: "I am here today because I was entrusted by Wu Tianshi Wu Zhengjie to help you and others subdue the demons. As for the 'Rushui Sword' that you and others are fighting for, it is not the same as the one who subdued the demons."
It doesn’t matter. You must understand this and don’t push yourself too far!”
Yang Chaoxi knew what he meant as a warning, so she immediately wrote it down silently, and immediately asked impatiently: "How are you going to cast the spell, Senior Zhong? Isn't it going to be attached to Xiaodao..." Before he could finish his words, his body had already been shaken honestly.
Cold.
Zhong Jiudao laughed: "You don't have to do it this time! If this monster comes here in its true form, you will have to be wronged, but the monster in front of you is just an incarnation! I only need to teach you the method.
It’s easy to catch!”
When Yang Chaoxi heard what he said, she suddenly felt a little more confident. Suddenly she said with a sad face: "It is these monks who gathered here and used evil methods to continuously supply the 'power of faith' to the monster."
It was 'Puba World Honored One' that kept the monster's arrogance and rampage so unscrupulously that even Master and the others were helpless."
"This is easy!"
Zhong Jiudao was confident, "Just now you were beaten by the monks, but unexpectedly you fell here, biting the tip of your tongue, and a lot of 'true male saliva' flowed out, which happened to activate the 'Kui Talisman' that Mr. Honcha left for you.
This 'kui talisman'..."
"Wait!" Yang Zhaoxi's face darkened, "According to this, Senior Zhong has arrived a long time ago. He just refused to show up and hid aside to watch the excitement?"
"Ahem, cough, cough... the underworld doesn't care about the affairs of the human world. Besides, you still have a long life, so you will definitely not lose your life today. Why should I add unnecessary trouble to a few monks? Hehehehe!"
Zhong Jiudao brushed off the details in a few words, and then said seriously, "In addition to sending messages to me, this 'Kui Talisman' also has a function, which is to suppress evil. Coupled with the 'True Yang Saliva' in your mouth
', Ordinary ghosts and monsters can be defeated in one blow!"
Yang Zhaoxi was confused when she heard this: "Senior Zhong means... Xiaodao's tongue is actually the 'Kui Talisman' you left for me before? Could it be that Xiaodao wanted to hold the 'True Yang Saliva' in his mouth and bite those tongues?"
Isn’t it possible to become a monk?”
Zhong Jiudao smiled awkwardly: "Well, this method is feasible, but it is a bit more aggressive... Do you know that there is another saying called 'spitting blood on others'? You only need to use the light body technique to walk into the formation,
Spraying 'True Yang Saliva' in front of the monk's face will temporarily invalidate the evil method.
That 'Puba World Honored One' has no vitality to support him, and it will be difficult to continue. If he follows the method of subduing demons taught by Bencha, he will definitely be able to... Huh? Little Taoist, what are you going to do? Bencha said.
I haven’t finished the explanation... Sigh! Young people are always so impatient and uncertain!"
After Yang Chaoxi listened to the method of "spitting blood at others", he could no longer hold back. He propped himself on the ground, jumped up, and ran towards the group of monks.
When he got closer, he couldn't help but spray a mouthful of "real male saliva" into the face of the monk in front of him. Before he could react, there was another "pop" and it was sprayed into the face of the other monk.
These two monks were originally an "offensive and defensive alliance", but for no apparent reason, their faces were sprayed with blood. As if they had been greatly insulted, their eyes spit fire, and they chased Yang Chaoxi. The prayer wheels swayed endlessly in their hands.
There is no trace of blood escaping out, but it looks like a broken rattle played by a child in Middle-earth...
Yang Chaoxi then left without fighting, which made a group of monks scream in anger.
In just ten breaths of time, more than thirty monks had been sprayed all over by him, with blood on their cheeks and gloomy faces, chasing after him. The previous double "卍" formation had been scattered, and again
Return to the way they were when they first came here, walking side by side in twos and twos.
As expected, the attack of "Puba Lord", who had cut off his blood supply, slowed down greatly. The "mustard borer" that was originally surging in the blue bone body also quickly stopped, and it is unknown where it went dormant.
Li Changyuan, who had been fighting fiercely with "Puba World Honored One" for a long time, naturally noticed something strange, and immediately felt happy. The "Sanqing Xuan Yellow Dust" in his hand shook again, and his figure had already circled behind "Puba World Honored One", facing his heart
, it’s just a stab!
"Ouch——"
"Puba Master" let out a shocking cry of pain, which immediately startled everyone on the shore.
Liu Xiaomu, who was strangled by the neck and unable to break free, suddenly felt his throat loosen, and his dizzy mind suddenly regained some clarity. Regardless of getting to the bottom of it, his figure flashed and finally emerged from this faint blue.
Escaped from the clutches of.
Yang Zhaoxi was chased by more than thirty monks like dogs chasing rabbits, but he did not dare to let up at all. As he ran wildly, he shouted anxiously in his heart: "Senior Zhong! Senior Zhong! It's urgent! Teach me quickly! Then
How should I deal with the monster? If I keep running like this, I might die from exhaustion!"
Zhong Jiudao's voice rose leisurely from the bottom of his heart, and said slowly:
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious! The method of subduing demons is a bit special. Let me tell you slowly..."