He wanted to swing his sword to resist, but the old man stepped on his arm. He screamed and the Maotao sword fell from his hands.
The other hand went to grab the old man's leg again, and the old man kicked him again, and his screams became even louder.
In an instant, he was pulled in front of Liu Yushu.
The old man pulled the skull longevity bowl out of Liu Yushu's hands, grabbed Mao Yuanyang's hands, and held it down hard. Mao Yuanyang immediately held the longevity bowl.
The body that was still struggling suddenly suddenly became stiff, and Mao Yuanyang's bloodshot eyes suddenly became extremely dull.
The old man immediately let go of his hand.
An even weirder scene happened. Instead of struggling, Mao Yuanyang got up and knelt in front of the handful of longevity soil.
He held up the longevity soil dullly and put it into the skull longevity bowl.
It all happened so fast.
My heart felt even colder. This old man was really strong, and Mao Yuanyang was not weak at all. He didn't hurt him at all.
More sweat appeared on his forehead, and Zhang Er suddenly let go of my mouth.
I kept it closed and still didn't dare to make a sound.
Suddenly Zhang Er lowered his head and pressed his hand to the ground. His finger was broken and blood seeped out as he was drawing the talisman.
During this period, I felt that the cold aura from his body became stronger and stronger, and it seemed as if blood was oozing out of the burial clothes.
The seven Taoist priests in the attic did not escape. The master of the temple, Mao Yuanyang, was all caught. Their lives were at stake. How could they escape?
Several people stood in different positions, seemingly forming a formation, and continued to rush towards the old man.
"Don't be obsessed with fighting! Save the viewer and go!" I don't know who roared.
The seven people arrived at Mao Yuanyang's side in an instant. The old man frowned and suddenly raised his hand.
With a swish sound, a series of paper pricks fell down from the beams.
The bottoms of these paper sticks are hollow, and they fit right into the bodies of the seven Taoist priests.
In an instant, these seven Taoist priests stopped moving... without even struggling.
This is all too weird...
Mao Yuanyang had already put a small part of the longevity soil into the skull longevity bowl.
He finally paused, put his fingers into his mouth, and took a hard bite.
The sound of broken flesh and blood was too harsh. His mouth was full of blood, and blood flowed from his five fingers. He stretched out his hand and poured blood on the longevity soil.
The old man's eyes were particularly satisfied.
He looked at the longevity bowl intently, as if in a trance.
About half a minute later, the bowl of longevity soil was already wet and soaked with blood.
Mao Yuanyang picked up the bowl and placed it on top of his head. He half lowered his eyelids and remained motionless.
The old man held up his wrist, picked up a handful of longevity soil, stuffed it greedily into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.
Mao Yuanyang's face changed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Green energy emerged from his Yintang, both cheekbones, and the center of his body.
There is even more sweat on my forehead. He ate Mao Yuanyang's life first, which does us no good...
At this time, Zhang Er's hand stopped and he drew a talisman.
I don't recognize this talisman, it's too unfamiliar, and it's completely different from other Feng Shui talismans that reveal the suppressive power of objects, as well as the strong righteousness of the Suppressing Divine Curse.
This talisman is very evil...
At the top is an elongated corpse character, which is the starting position of normal talisman and seal scripts. Below it is either the word Zhensha, pardoning evil, or the word boundary.
But Zhang Er's talisman has four characters written on it, and ends with the word resentment to seal the talisman.
"Walking for ghosts..." Zhang Er muttered four words.
Aren't these the four words that the old man kept talking about? He wants to work for the ghosts and take our lives!
It suddenly occurred to me.
Zhang Er followed his way and used it on his body, so he also practiced the way for ghosts? To avenge the hundreds of villagers in his bloody burial suit? !
The next moment, Zhang Er suddenly raised his head. His eyes were particularly fierce, staring at the gap in the board.
At this moment, the old man who was quickly filling his mouth with longevity soil suddenly turned around and looked straight in our direction!
Although Zhang Er's voice was small, he still discovered it!
"Get out!" The old man's drake voice revealed extremely strong murderous intent.
Zhang Er suddenly smiled and pushed the board away with a bang.
I didn't understand why Zhang Er suddenly made such a big move.
He even pulled out a sword from his pocket, a copper sword wrapped in white cloth. The blade was very short, about the length of a forearm.
Zhang Er was lame. Although he walked very fast, compared with those Taoist priests and the old man, he was too slow, too slow!
But that copper sword made my scalp numb. For a moment, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and a chill ran up my spine.
Back in Ji Niang Mountain, Zhang Er suddenly appeared like this. He rummaged through my clothes and didn't find what he wanted, so he took out this copper sword and dealt with those servants!
Zhang Er has no skills.
But the thing on this bronze sword is amazing!
There is poison from the Corpse Head Mushroom on this!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Er brought all these things out!
"Uncle Zhang, be careful of him!" I also rushed out and took out the mourning stick without hesitation, but I was not so reckless and paid careful attention to whether there was a wire in front of me.
I also scanned the beams with my peripheral vision and found that there were no more paper pricks.
In an instant, I also passed Zhang Er and hit the old man with a stick.
The old man suddenly sneered, grabbed my wrist with one hand, and brought the longevity bowl to his mouth with the other hand, pouring the longevity soil into his mouth along with the sticky blood.
"In front of me, you are as slow as a child taking steps, far worse than the Liu family Taoist priest." The old man's hand was too fast and he directly strangled my wrist.
Zhang Er is still a few steps away, but I feel a chill in my heart. With his skills, no matter how poisonous the copper sword is, it's useless!
My eyes turned red and I risked my life. I quickly grabbed the mourning stick with my left hand and tried to smash it down with another stick.
The old man suddenly raised his leg and kicked me on the waist!
And he let go of my right hand and pushed me forward. I stumbled back, and with his kick, I rolled out at least three or four meters.
But just at this moment, Mao Yuanyang, who was on the ground, suddenly screamed sadly.
The voice was mixed, like that of an old man, a young man, and even a female voice.
He rushed out and pressed the old man's neck fiercely. He even bit the old man's throat fiercely.
This scene was obviously an unexpected change for the old man!
He also screamed, and at this moment, Zhang Er had already arrived in front of the old man!
He pulled off the burial clothes and wrapped them directly on the old man's head!
The old man wanted to fight back, but Mao Yuanyang seemed not afraid of pain and death. He hugged the old man with his whole body. There were two pops of flesh and blood breaking. The old man grabbed Mao Yuanyang's ears and tore them apart. Mao Yuanyang did not let go and retreat...
This scene was clearly caused by Mao Yuanyang!
What's even weirder is that there seems to be a bloody rune seeping out of the clothes on his back...
This rune is very vague, but I feel that it looks like a rune drawn by Zhang Er? !
At the same time, Zhang Er grabbed one of Mao Yuanyang's hands and stuffed the bronze sword into Mao Yuanyang's hand!
Mao Yuanyang didn't hesitate at all. He stabbed the old man in the heart with a sharp sword.
When he let go, the old man regained some mobility.
He cursed ferociously, raised his hand to block it, and grabbed the bronze sword.
The sword didn't penetrate, but the skin and flesh on the old man's hands were more torn...
"Kill me, why do you want to kill me too?!" He cursed with a grin: "I'll take your skulls and make four bowls later, all of you..."
The old man's expression suddenly changed and his words stopped abruptly.
He stared blankly at the hand holding the bronze sword.
