Seeing the ghost Buddha in this state, Panhu couldn't help but secretly complain.
Why does the lunatic I just met seem to be even crazier...
Before he could react too much, the ghost Buddha had already roared towards him.
Without any moves or magical weapons, he was just like an animal trying to pounce on Panhu and bite him.
Bite his throat, pull out his internal organs, and tear off every muscle in his body!
It seemed that only in this way could all the distortion and anger in Wu Mian's heart be vented.
If he were the former leader of Panhu Kingdom, he would certainly not be afraid of this.
It was just a desperate effort, and Quan Fengguo was created by him with one knife.
But after more than five thousand years of endless torture in purgatory, Panhu's courage had long since dissipated.
Now he just wants to take advantage of the weakness of Zhiren's lineage and replace him.
Then enjoy all the beauties in the world.
If you don't enjoy the good life, who is willing to risk your life with a madman? !
With such a mentality trend, Panhu instinctively chose to avoid it.
He dodged, but the kobold next to him suffered.
Blood-stained letters surrounded the ghosts and Buddhas, taking away more than a dozen lives in an instant.
They all had their throats cut and blood spurted out.
The cries of "Ancestor, help me" and the screams were mixed together and could not be heard without interruption.
Upon seeing this, the grieving Kuteng tribe would naturally not let go of such a good opportunity.
They all roared and killed the Quanfeng clan.
The great shaman hugged the body of the giant cocoon with one arm, and red light flashed in the skull of the sheep's head staff.
"O undead ancestors, your people are being slaughtered by evil. Our blood has dyed the earth red, and our anger has broken through the sky!"
"Unworthy descendants, please wake up from your slumber and lead us out of this swamp of flesh and blood!"
After the spell was completed, a dark wind suddenly roared in the valley, and a giant figure as tall as a mountain appeared in the wind.
The giant seemed to have been sleeping for a long time and was trying hard to open his eyes.
Panhu was shocked when he saw this, and shouted loudly while avoiding the crazy Wu Mian.
"Shaman, you dare to violate the taboo and summon the undead ancestors. Aren't you afraid of attracting the wrath of the undead and depriving you of everything?!"
The great shaman's face was covered with all kinds of weird symbols, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly.
But the voice was full of sorrow and anger.
"Take everything away?!"
"We, the Kuteng Clan, are just surviving in this world. We have neither humans nor ghosts, neither yin nor yang. What else can we take away from us!"
"Only by doing everything we can to kill you and your Quan Fengguo, the Supreme Being will continue to take pity on us!"
"At least...at least I can let the children of my Kuteng tribe live with dignity. They will no longer be enslaved by guys like God Qiong!"
Panhu wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by a shocking roar.
I saw that the giant phantom had woken up, with eyes as angry as the sun.
Just like Panhu said, the first thing the giant does when he wakes up is to attack indiscriminately.
The primary goal is to disturb the high priest who is sleeping.
The high priest did not have the slightest intention to evade, but gently put down the giant cocoon, opened his hand and took the initiative to greet him.
"I deserve to die for disturbing my ancestor's slumber!"
"I only hope that my death can calm your anger and lead your poor children out of the darkness!"
The giant shadow did not hesitate at all because of the high priest's words, and the big hands continued to hit him hard.
On the other hand, the high priest had closed his eyes tightly and quietly waited for the moment of death.
Because the biggest taboo of priests throughout the ages is to awaken the spirits of their ancestors, which is like ordinary people digging their own ancestral graves.
Not to mention unfilial piety, after such an undead soul is awakened, it will suffer more severe pain than Ling Chi every minute.
If I have to use a metaphor, it is equivalent to peeling off all the skin of a living thing and soaking it bloody in concentrated sulfuric acid...
Moreover, it is not easy for the undead to continue sleeping. It will take a long time.
If there is an accident and you cannot fall asleep, the soul imprint will be completely dissipated, and there will be no chance of a comeback.
That kind of death will no longer be reincarnation, but the real end...
Just when the great shaman was about to be strangled to death by the giant shadow, the Ghost Buddha Faceless Jie Jie stopped in front with a strange smile.
This was the first time in his history that he took the initiative to save someone, and of course Hua Jiu was not included.
Amidst the strange laughter, the ghost Buddha held the neck of the giant tearing Buddha with one hand and swung it towards the phantom's head like a stone.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
"I just said: From today on, if the Buddha doesn't cross the bitter vine, I will do it. Are you doubting my murderous intention?!"
