The tentacles that were shot by the monster all had some indescribable changes.

From the beginning of the softness with a little activity, after leaving the body, looking like a steel needle, one root has not entered the mud, leaving only a row of holes on the ground.

When we see this scene, it is not only that we are blind, but also that we are so happy, and the cold sweat on our foreheads is all frightened.

“Dog thing, this is the iron heart to kill me...”

Yi Daxi said with fear, taking me a few steps back and pulling away from the red-haired monster.

Perhaps it was too hard to be inserted with a bronze sword by Yi Daxiang, and the red-haired monster did not continue to attack us, but like the living, he covered his eyes with his hand and slowly pulled out the bronze sword.

The pierced eyes, like a deflated ball, directly squatted down, the deep green pus flowed down the eyes, and could smell the stench across ten meters.

“Wonde to God!”Seven treasure exclaimed, “A knife has ruined its eyes!”It's not old, the knife is old!"

"Shit, that's a sword... No, it's a dagger."I muttered.

“It’s a verb.”Yi Daxi sighed, "That is our five-door instrument in Xiangxi, and it is normal that you have never seen it."

According to Yi Daxi God, this device is called an ant because it is made of verbs.

The ants are copper coins.

The money is gathered, the dagger is gathered.

With the corresponding spells, the two are completely integrated into one, and this extremely special method is created...

“Little fat, you say that this wrong is not something we can deal with... you recognize its origin?”The Lord suddenly asked.

The fat uncle nodded with a heavy face, and carefully took a few steps back: "My master said that in the last year of the Qing Dynasty, the squirrel master in the southwest of Miaojiang had used the help of Taoist means to cultivate a kind of wrong..."

According to the fat uncle, this red-haired monster should be a combination of Miaojiang's tadware and Taoist evil law.

"First take the adult man's body, sealed the man's seven tips with a live stupor, and then use the spirit of the Taoist family to recall the soul of the dead from the land, while the soul is introduced into the body, and then take the iron needle to seal the nine caves and ten levels, so as not to let the soul out of the body..."Half a cup of tea.”

At this time, the eyeballs of the red-haired monster swelled down, and suddenly at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly bulging up.

The gap that was inserted by the anthrop is even more crowded and tighter until it finally disappears completely...

Seeing this scene, Yi Daxiang also panicked: "This wrong thing is wrong... the healing speed is too fast..."

"It's alive."The fat uncle whispered.

“Uncle, after the ghost becomes a demon, that wrong is even refined?”I asked curiously.

“No.”The fat uncle sighed, "The ghost becomes a demon, this is only the first step, and then you have to keep snakes in the body of the dead body, listen to my master, those live clams are the rarest clams, the thickest but chopsticks are thick, the thinest can be compared to silver needles."

"Those snakes do not eat flesh and blood, only eat qi, so in the time of raising tadpoles, the torture of the soul is unimaginable, the more painful, the more their own foul, the more moisten those live trolls live..."

Speaking of which, the fat uncle couldn't help but shudder.

“In this state, it is enough to feed it for seven years, and after seven years, the weight of the soul is enough to kill the living trumpets that are parasitic in the body, and they can still absorb the anger in their bodies...” The fat uncle gritted his teeth and said, “At this time, the wrong is tempered.”

“What is this called wrong?”Seven curious questions.

The fat uncle whispered, "Chong (chong) iniquity."

When I heard these two words, I suddenly remembered that there was such a name in the Fang Lifebook that my grandfather showed me.

"Heavily like a human being, physically angry, soul-drenched, born of stupor, also known as snake son fiendum..."

Hearing this, the fat uncle nodded his head, and said yes, this is the thing.

"The record in the book is too vague, not even the most basic features, did not say how to deal with it, just mentioned so many ..." I smiled bitterly, and put all the hopes on the fat uncle and Yi Daxie: "Grandpa Yi, fat uncle, are you sure?" 」

“Not at the moment.”The fat uncle whispered: "This wrong is extremely active, ordinary magic can't do it, unless it is in a very short time, one breath to destroy its soul, or in a short period of time directly destroy its body ... only in this way to get rid of it!" 」

“What do you mean?”The happy God frowned.

"It's like you just stabbed it with a verb, it's only going to hurt it, but it doesn't hurt much."The fat uncle said in a low voice: "If you want to kill it, you must do it in one breath, otherwise... the spring breeze is born again!"

“It’s a little difficult.”Yi Daxiang smiled bitterly, “This recovery is stronger than what I originally encountered, and I want to get rid of it in one breath... It is too difficult!”

"So I said let you knock the gong, first let the fourth tuck it, I will think of a way, sleep it for a while."The fat uncle laughed and said, "You need time to put it in line, I understand."

As soon as the voice fell, the fat uncle ran, and the big joy followed, and ran directly to the mountain.

I haven't reacted to the seven treasures yet, and the two left only a back for us.

“Hurry up, wait until you’re going to be thundered?”

The seven treasures shouted, tugged at my arm, and ran stride, very reluctantly following them.

In the process, the red monster... oh no, it was heavy.

It did not mean to beat the water dog, but looked at us from afar, and when we ran out of the road, it slowly followed.

To be honest, its current movements are not slow at all, compared to the snails that were first shown in the yard, which is simply different.

After I followed Yi Daxie into the mountain, and before I could run a few steps, I saw the two leaders stop.

The four white-haired men lay in the bushes on one side.

"You'll stop it, and I'll get it up as soon as I can."

Yi Daxie said, out of the bag out of a stew of Gongxiang, whispered a few spells, with a lighter to light, Gong Xiang let him put on the ground, the incense is still dead on the step.

After this, he lifted the other rosemary gongs, holding the hammer in one hand, holding the gong in the other, and beating it hard.

“The tweed!”

At this time, I and the seven treasures were like forgetting the heavy iniquity, and they concentrated on watching the great joy god knocking the gong.

“Shut up, people are avoiding!”

“The tao!”

Hearing this voice, I subconsciously thought it was a curse, but recalling what my grandfather said, the five magic spells all carried an opening sentence, which is the eight words that Yi Daxiang shouted...

“Heaven, earth, rejoice in God’s mercy, the Yin people return home, rejoice in God’s wrath, and the mighty will.”

Oh, hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey!

There was a loud sound, and the joy of God continued to read.

With my conscience, I think he’s not reading, it’s more like singing.

Just like the old man said, the northeastern horse fairy is by singing words to ask the god to send ghosts, easy to rejoice when the god chants the mantra, but also sing out.

But the tone of his singing, the sadness that sounds indescribable, is very dull to listen to as much as sadness...

“There are three wonders of the sun and the moon in the sky, and the corpses are so frightened that they do not return home and do not return home, and rejoice in the evil deeds given by God.”

“The tao!”

"I was happy to cultivate the fairy armor under the throne of God, in order to seek the good way, now there are outsiders with evil consequences, but also ask the ancestors to the true law."

Oh, hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey! hey!

With these three gongs, the white haired body lying on the ground was also cold and convulsed, almost as much as life, and the convulsions were very large.

He glanced at the white haired body, raised his hand sharply, knocked on the gong, and shouted with his hoarse voice.

“Honour this, God’s death!”

“The tao!”