The shock and ear-piercing roar of the explosion resounded in the moonlight. Along with a violent shaking, Zhou Li and Tang Wan kicked open the window of the carriage at the same time, and barely escaped from the carriage before the raging flames engulfed themselves.
The moment the two people left the carriage, a raging wave of fire engulfed the entire carriage. The crackling sound reminded the two that if they had not left the carriage, the end would definitely not be good.
At this time, the entire high carriage was completely engulfed in flames. The neighing of horses, the painful howls of people, and the struggling and twisted black shadows in the firelight were particularly ferocious under the moonlight. Zhou Li looked solemnly at the blazing flames, and Tang Wan had already taken out silver needles and hidden weapons to guard the surroundings.
"Whether you are sad or happy, you will all enter reincarnation."
The Zen staff in his hand is made of silver and embroidered with copper, and the cassock he wears is as red as blood. The original eyes were only empty blood holes, and the old face was full of peace. The monk who slowly walked out of the boiling flames smashed his Zen staff into the ground, clasped his hands together, and said with compassion on his face:
"The two donors should enter reincarnation."
All things have spirits, spirits can communicate and can also be swallowed.
"The Soul-Eating Ghost..."
Looking at Qiao E, who exuded two completely different temperaments of compassion and bloodlust, solemn expressions appeared on both Zhou Li and Tang Wan's faces. In the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the spiritual masters who communicate with spirits, there is also a kind of spiritual practitioner, which is the "spirit-eating ghost" in front of us.
Such people also cultivate Qi, but what they cultivate is neither the innate Qi nor the spiritual Qi of all things. What they cultivate is the visceral energy hidden in the heart and flesh.
This kind of bloody violence will also affect the minds of others, making people unconsciously go crazy and kill. As the Zang E Qi improves, this kind of person will hollow out his own spirit, then use Zang E Qi to bind the spirits of all things, and finally use his own flesh and blood as a furnace to refine the Qi spirit and turn into a controlled evil ghost. .
"The poor monk made a speech and paid homage to you two."
After bowing respectfully, the soul-eating ghost with his eyes gouged out faced the two of them and said in a kind tone: "I am a poor monk with no talent, but a little bit of practice. Please enter reincarnation, if you don't follow..."
Holding the Zen staff tightly, the holes like blood caves were instantly occupied by blazing scarlet light, and a ghost-like wail resounded within his body. The figure of this strange monk named Wanti soared, his cassock was instantly bursting, and his terrifying muscles contained a fiery aura that made it difficult to breathe. He stood upright with one hand, bowed slightly, and sounded like a bell.
"Kill without mercy."
"You left me right!"
Following Zhou Li's angry shout, Tang Wan dodged to the right without looking back and ran quickly. Zhou Li was also unambiguous and ran back directly after shouting this sentence.
Can't beat it, absolutely can't beat it.
Zhou Li knew very well that he and Tang Wanjia could not compete with someone who could use such fierce flames to incinerate an entire six-carriage carriage in an instant.
What's more, the other party is also a soul-eating ghost, bloodthirsty and not afraid of pain. If there really was a fight, his eye-inserting and crotch-lifting tactics would definitely not be effective, and the method of spreading lime would probably not be very effective.
Of course, Zhou Li's escape was not without reason. He could tell that when he was persuading himself and Tang Wan to die quickly, the spirit-eating ghost named Si Ci was obviously looking at him, and his target was most likely him.
really···
After running out for about five or six meters, Zhou Li felt the temperature from the blazing flames behind him. His mind condensed, and his body flew into the air in a weird posture, avoiding a ball of bone-eroding fire.
Looking at Zhou Li leaping into the air, there was still a compassionate smile on Si Ci's face. His Zen staff shook, and another wave of blazing fire swept towards Zhou Li, who had nowhere to rely on in the air.
call out.
With an imperceptible sound of sticking together, Zhou Li's body was "smashed" toward the trees on the right as if it was suddenly pulled. But just by dodging, the blazing wave of flames passed him by. After landing smoothly, Zhou Li looked at the dazed Si Ci a hundred meters away, shook off the spider silk and made a mouth shape.
【Bald Donkey】
Seeing this, Si Ci was stunned for a moment. After all, he had never seen someone who was being chased by him and still had the leisure to turn around and ridicule him. He wasn't angry either. He smiled and raised his Zen staff high.
Hiss~~~
The condensed fire blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sound of cutting through the air was chilling. The Zen staff hit the ground with a roar, but the fiery blade secretly slashed towards Zhou Li's head like a snake or scorpion. This fire blade was so fast that it was dizzying. Even when the fire blade burst out, the shaken Xia Chan had not yet touched the ground.
"How dare you, thief!"
"Penal Law Thirteen: Strip away the five senses!"
First there was an angry shout from the ruins of the carriage, and then a calm low groan came from deep in the forest. The moment the fire blade was about to split Zhou Li's head, a long arrow with a steel-tipped flying feather tore through the air and directly scattered the fire blade.
At the same time, just as the surprised looking man was about to turn around, an indescribable force spread across his body, instantly depriving him of his five senses.
Zhou Li looked at the fire blade that was shattered in front of him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He also quietly put away the Ten Thousand Spirits Vermilion Ball that he originally held tightly in his hand.
really.
In fact, Zhou Li looked at the last carriage the moment he first escaped from the carriage. Although the explosion and flames were fierce and obviously premeditated, they were not enough to directly kill a Jinyiwei Baihu who was sitting in the last carriage and had enough reaction time.
Of course, if these hundreds of households were really killed by this flame, Zhou Li had nothing to say. He turned into a bird and ran away, assuming that he had met a purebred household.
and···
Seeing the arrogance of being deprived of his five senses and using flames to protect his body, Zhou Li narrowed his eyes slightly and twitched his index finger thoughtfully.
Not just a hundred households...
At this time, Si Ci's whole body was shrouded in flames, and the Zen staff in his hand was burned red. Although he was deprived of his five senses, he did not struggle or escape, but stayed where he was. He held the Zen staff tightly and said loudly:
"There are still experts? Please show up quickly!"
"To intercept and kill government carriages in the Ming Dynasty, and to commit murder in public, is an unpardonable crime, an unpardonable crime!"
The gray robe burned brightly, revealing the red brocade robe with flying fish swimming around. The man held a silver moon-like long bow, stretched out his hand, and took off his hood. The traveler's blood wiped a bright red line on his forehead. He stood on top of the burning carriage, feeling the smell of flesh and blood flying around, and the anger in his chest was stronger than the heat under his feet.
"Remember, the one who kills you..."
The feathers and arrows are on the string, the arms are stretched out, the person is like a strong pine, and the moon has two wheels. Those sharp dragon eyes and tiger eyes stared at the flesh and blood monk, Guo Lingyun gritted his teeth, his voice full of edge.
"The Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty!"
