Gat is a demon and an enemy.

It is different from most of the wronged states, the body and the soul are common, and only by the soul into the devil can achieve the effect of shaping the "false body".

I have to say, when I saw its true face... a little couldn’t help but be surprised.

It looks very similar to the evil, but the facial features are more distorted, and there is a strong odor of the body.

Unlike the fishy smell of the evil, this smell is very pungent.

In the middle of the eyebrow of Gatzen, there is a pattern similar to the eyes, which is made of something that looks like a pigment in red, and looks like a totem.

Right below that totem is two raised red veins.

These two should be the main veins, connecting every place with the limbs and bones...

GATQ breathes, about the same frequency as ordinary people.

With each breath, the red veins in the body shrink dramatically.

At the same time, its feet have completely completed the change.

Originally, its feet were still a little human, but now, its feet... I am afraid it is more appropriate to call the two hooves.

The feet of Gatzen were contracted into a clump, and there were signs of rockiness on the surface, which seemed to be getting harder, and the whole foot was not the size of an adult fist, I could not see very clearly, I could only say roughly.

Really, his feet are like the hooves of a goat.

A large monster, which has become two meters high, has grown a pair of fists-sized feet... that doesn’t look awkward.

When Gatzen was walking, the posture was also very strange, hooking his waist and holding his arm, like a monkey walking on tiptoe, and leaving on both sides of the mouth, as if very unhappy.

Hearing the howling sound in the veins, Gatto laughed twice, and a few steps passed, standing in the veins of curiosity to look in.

The only thing that can be connected to the living people is that it is only its laughter, which sounds no different from that of the old monk, but there are many more poisonous smells in it.

In front of Erpao, Gathamun seems to have no fear, it does not care about me, does not take me seriously, stand in the air to look at, that expression is like watching the lively.

Seeing this, I couldn’t help but relax.

I thought that the old monk had entered the demon, and would he attack me after he completely became Gantha?

After all, Gadmin is not a man, basically there is no normal thinking, except to kill is to torture people.

Like the myths and legends of those Buddhists, don't you often take the example of Gagetam?

The more sincere the Buddha-doers, the more they fall into the hands of Gatzen, the more miserable they die.

This kind of monster seems to be able to perceive the living people's vision of the Dharma, and deal with those Buddhists who can feel it and look forward to the Dharma, Gatati will not spare enough to torture him, spend a lot of time to torture him, and finally, will kill him step by step...

Ping-skin, cramping, bone-breaking, digging eyes...

For these cruel punishments, Gadtham was simply a clear door, and there was no need to teach it, and naturally they could understand it.

If you are about to face Erbei, you have to deal with a Gathampo? ... I think this is not to fight, horizontal vertical is a dead word.

But God is still kind and soft, did not force me to the end of the road, at least Gatham is still very friendly to me.

In this case, it is no exaggeration to ignore the same as friendliness.

On the other side of the air, Gatham is still watching the situation inside in focus, seeing this situation, I suddenly relaxed, picked up the Fa-print of the sand body carefully looked at the Fa-print, full of fog and water.

The black-robed king, the sand-body.

The breath of the two of them should have collided in the air veins, but at this time... how did they all disappear?

Is it possible to end up in the legend?

Only this explanation can explain all of this.

If the breath of the sand-body disappears, how dare he come out of the cave?

“Now it is useless to ask God to worship Buddha... I can only ask you...” I smiled bitterly, said to myself, looking at the sand-body Fa-print in my hand, and full of helplessness: “Aren’t you the king of the old days?”Now there is an unruly thing in trouble, and you don't say the face tube?"

The French seal is a dead thing, from the beginning to the end, let me say the chaos, it did not give me any reaction.

I muttered a few words, and felt a little disappointed, and put the Fa-print into my pocket, sat cross-legged on the ground, and meditated with my eyes closed.

Rather than meditating in the traditional sense, I feel like I’m more of a meditation.

Do not chant the curse, but the heart is not empty, but do not ask for anything.

I need more strength, just like when I first dealt with the Nine-Fantastic Gods, the gang of evil men and the aid of evil people... As the case is, as the current situation, my strength is used to protect myself is a little reluctant, and I want to fight with Er and the other, even if I die, I must bite a piece of meat from it...

I can’t do that, at least I can’t do it right now.

Falling the evil son is one of my bottom cards, but more evil, that is my real card.

Before I came to Yunnan, I always felt that being able to manipulate a fallen son was the limit, and although my body could afford it, my thinking was limited.

As the saying goes, one heart can not be used twice, the evil son is a real example.

Manipulating a falling evil son is already the limit, as for the second... Whether I can call out is a problem, and I have not done this in Sichuan, but I have never succeeded.

If you want to call out the evil, you must rely on your own perception to find those black lumps in your own flesh.

It’s like a flame, it’s like a worming tumor.

Those things are invisible to the naked eye, and can only be seen in the darkness after they close their eyes and let go of their thoughts.

Before I called out the first evil son, I could see many of these lumps, but after I called out, I could not see any of them, as if they had all disappeared, and there was no trace left.

I have to say that after practicing in Sichuan for a while, calling a bad son out of the way, this is already a matter of light car familiar with the road.

With a sour swollen arm, I opened my eyes and looked around, and there was already a black mucus on the ground that was slowly gathering, and the gamma旬 standing in the mouth of the air also reacted at this time.

As if I had found something fun, my eyes looked at me with light, and my eyes were full of excitement.

That kind of eyes is very pure, not like the eyes that are to harm people, excited like a child.

But the more I look at it, the more I feel.

After watching for two seconds, Gatham seemed to make a decision, turned around and came to me.

Say something without a joke.

I was fucking pissed off.

“Goo.”

Coincidentally, there were no two steps to my side in Gat, and in the veins, the sound of water belonging to the old people came very suddenly.

Without waiting for Gadda to react, a long black thorn, which seemed to be made of metal, came out of it without warning, and instantly stabbed the head of Gatzen.

There is also blood in the body of Gatexan, at least that is blood for it.

Those black things mixed with green pus, mixed with brain pulp, along the wound is going down...

The long thorn not only stabbed the head of Gatmin, but also passed out from the eyelids and directly punctured the eyes of Gatmin.

It’s definitely a blast, I’m sure.

Because for an instant through the piercing past, I heard a very light, a thuding bang, a little like the sound of a balloon bursting.

Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of the previous situation of the old monk's fiasco.

But to my surprise, Gatham is all right!

In addition to the seemingly tragic, the rest of the situation is normal, even Gatzen himself did not feel injured, but unexpectedly looked back, looked at the air, seemed to be curious who so boldly attacked himself.

Its perception ability was no worse than other wrongs, and it soon discovered the erpone of the air veins and made an unexpected action.

I saw Gatbaru raising his hand, holding the black thorn that had stabbed his head, and pulled it out of his head.

Those fluids mixed with pus of brain pulp flowed through the wound.

But Gatson didn’t care about this, he just wanted to find Erbi to spread his breath.

Only a thud, Gatham did not foretell without warning out of the long thorns, and hissed up.

There was a thick odor of the body, and there were many unknown liquids, which began to flow and gather at the feet of Gat.

Those things seem to seep out of the flesh of Gathian... looking at a sense of familiarity...