The Changlong elephant and the Miao Wu people also made the same action as the grandfather, they smashed the golden Buddha in their hands, allowing those golden liquids to wrap the calf, and then spread upwards...

Unlike the old man, after these golden liquids touched themselves, the Miao Wu people were surging in their bodies, and the ever-dragon elephant was an extremely pure Buddha.

Not to mention what is happening to the dragon elephant, that is, Miao Wu and the old man can see this situation... These golden liquids seem to stimulate the breath of the living human body, which one is practiced, what kind of anger is stimulated.

With the spread of these golden liquids, the old man's body surface has covered these things, but in addition to this layer of gold, there are many black patches formed by gas, like cloud lines, and are embossed on this layer of gold.

“This is the most vicious trick we have learned from the spiritual mountain... this time...” The old man said, and the voice of the speech became umbilical, as if something blocked the sound, and it sounded strange, as if it were still echoing.

“Lord, what are you going to do...” I opened my eyes wide and carefully watched them perform their strange art, and the tone became alert: “You are going to play for your life?”

“Shit.”The old man smiled, “How can you stop this door without playing?”

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something else, but I ate it back to my mouth.

“You can all give up, so why do we have to hide?”Miao Wuman hey hey smile, looked at me, the tone is full of memories of the taste: "I did not expect... walking alone for decades... at the end of the day can still know you these people ... is not lonely..."

The old man laughed and suddenly ran back, picking up the large bag that the dragon elephant had been on his back before.

The bag is not ordinary big, it seems to be customized, the bulging bag inside is like a pot, before I came to ask what is inside, but the old man did not answer my question, every time is perfunctory, as if there is an accident intention to hide from me.

But now I know, there is no pot in it, but there is a big guy.

It's a drum.

The drum body is unknown wood, there are many golden stripes on it, and some flowers and greens are similar to the auspicious clouds, and the two sides of the drum are painted with Buddha statues similar to those on Tangka in Tibetan areas.

In addition, the grandfather also took out two half-meter-long drop wands.

Unlike the magic wands they had previously manipulated, the specifications of the two were obviously increased, and each was set with a deep red bead on the tail of the wreak.

The texture of the two beads is absolutely not simple, not transparent, and like turquoise, with some milk.

What surprised me the most was the activity of these two beads.

That's right.

I felt that they were all living creatures, not the dead things I had seen, and even I could hear the sound of their hearts beating...

With this strange feeling, I found that the two beads had scattered a very pure Buddha-like, and that the calm and peaceful breath was even more than I had ever seen on the spiritual mountain.

The old man lost the two magic wands, and the dragon elephant and the Miao Wu people each caught one.

Without waiting for me to understand what they wanted to do, I saw the dragon elephant leaping, jumping higher than I was, almost forty meters from the ground, he stopped, like me, through the weapon in his hand into the star door, high there.

The same is true of Miao Wu, but he and the Changlong elephant are one left and one right jump, and the two people are just on both sides of the door that is squeezed.

When the Miao Wu people also inserted the wand into the star gate, the old man had already sat on the ground cross-legged, like playing a tamer, constantly waving his left and right hands, and pounding hard.

Hip, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

The drums are dull, and it seems that there is an inexplicable force that can penetrate into the hearts of the people, and even the frequency of my own heartbeat is following the drum.

Obviously, the drum is so big, and the power of the old man's beating has not changed, but the drum sound has become more and more inexplicably...

Until the end, the drums seemed to be the dull thunder from the sky, and the dull sound echoed between the whole heaven and earth.

“So... what is that...”

The old ancestor seemed to find something, standing not far from the old man, looking up.

From the direction and perspective he looks at, he should be looking at the direction of the ever-dragon elephant.

“What is that bead?”The old man asked curiously.

“Shelly.”The old man replied without replying, beating the drum, while explaining to the ancestors: "That is the treasure we found from the top of the spiritual mountain, it is said that it is said that the sheriff after the death of His Holiness, there are nine, two on the wreak, and the other is in this drum."

Hearing this, the ancestors also seemed quite surprised, although he was a stranger to avoid the practice of the world, but he was still more aware of the external religion.

“Blessed?”The ancestors asked curiously, “The first glimpse of the Buddha’s magic?”

Grandpa said, beating two drums.

At this time, two golden ropes formed like light fog suddenly came out from the drum surface, and the two wands were found on the left and right.

When I looked up, I saw that the cherubim on the tail of the wand had been connected to these two golden ropes.

Overall, this is a complete triangle.

With the sound of the old man beating the drum, these two ropes formed like mist have also begun to shrink continuously...

And as their contractions increase, the star gate... the star gate actually moved!

"Shut up!" exclaimed the old ancestor, as if he saw something that could not be believed, and his eyes were about to stare out: "The seam of the star door has become smaller!"

At this moment, the gap that was washed out by the old creatures has begun to shrink, and it seems to be less than two centimeters at this moment.

The speed of the door slit is not slow, and the uniform speed is maintained from the beginning to the end, and no matter how the old creatures behind the door collide, the momentum of the door slits has not stopped...

“We can’t wait too long, as soon as possible.”

When the old man said this, the voice was still urn-like, but in addition, there was a kind of inconceivable pain in his tone...

Beating this side of the drum is not as simple as I see, and the load on the drummer should not be small.

“Lord, be careful.”

I gritted my teeth, looked down at the old ancestor, motioned for him to prepare, and immediately it was his turn to shoot.

“It’s too early.”The old ancestor smiled, and the expression was very helpless: "Just these breaths you scattered, you don't need me to help you, you can control it yourself."

Although this is said, the ancestors still jumped to me, bare hands to seize a bump on the star door, nodded to me, meaning that he was in everything, let me do it with ease.

“Okay, you can help me hold on.”

I smiled, not too fast and slowly took a thing out of the backpack, and when I saw it, the expression of the ancestors changed instantly.

“What do you want?”The old ancestor frowned and looked at the thing with great vigilance: "This is not a good thing... you'd better stay away from it."

I shook my head without a voice, turned my face, and looked at the water far away.

The body built by the soul mixed with water is now being stabilized by the power of the Xiangjiang ghost, and if he does not help in the quiet past, in a few minutes, the soul of the master will be scattered.

His soul is scattered or small things, the most troublesome, is the old ancestor said, this water is controlled by the master, without his operation, these water will naturally return to where they were, that is, the underground river.

As long as the master of the son scatters his soul, the clear and deep pit of this man will also become a deep abyss in an instant.

"I don't really have the strength to control the old man."

When I said this, my voice was very low, as long as the ancestors could hear it.

“I need a little external force... even if it’s not ancient... it’s other energy...” I said, looking at the black metal octahedron in my hand, and the smile on my face was helpless: “The energy inside this thing has not been sucked away by the star door, and it is not the breath of old creatures... all are some of the purest vitality...”

The old ancestor rolled his eyes, seemed to have guessed what I wanted to do, and his tone became tense: "If you really do it so, you can't say you will be on the spot..."

“No.”

I shook my head, my voice firm.

"I will not die until the star gate is completely destroyed, not to mention that the energy inside is dissolved and refined, but some vitality..."

I said it and put it on my chest.

"Just take a pill tonic, his mother's... do not believe in them!"