Impossible means that among the magic skills Hualin has learned, there are many who can carry one bag, two bags or even five bags of salt in front of him to protect him. However, he moved a bag of salt to protect himself in front of him, and the salt from other places There will be one less packet, and the final result is still the same. This is the seemingly brainless, but actually extremely safe tactic of these "noodles" - when they encounter the enemy, they do not concentrate their efforts on Hualin, but still attack in all directions. Go and corrode those salt bags step by step. As long as Hualin and others fail to guard one direction, they can immediately expand massively and pollute everything!
The circular formation is a defensive formation favored by everyone from wild beasts to generals. The bison on the grasslands often form a circle with their sharp corners facing outward to defend against wolves. These weird and terrifying "noodles" rely on the endless flow of companions to defend themselves. Turn the circular formation into a watertight offensive formation!
Hualin wrote another high-level fire talisman and threw it to the ground. This time there was no black flame. The fire only flickered in the pile of "noodles" and then disappeared.
He started writing the third page without stopping. In front of him, more "noodles" spewed out of the hut at an accelerated rate. People with poor eyesight would think there was a white fountain there.
"Is that Yi man still alive?" Xiao Qianqiu suddenly asked.
"Still alive." Hualin, who had the eyes of the sky, could see the situation in the hut. Pai Gang still sat in the half-collapsed hut holding a knife with a vigilant expression, thinking that everything was still under control.
"Is there anything special about him?" Xiao Qianqiu asked: "For example, items, or..."
"What do you want to say?"
"The Death Worship Cult never begrudges anyone's life. After all, the humblest monk among them can let a dead man rise from the grave to do things for them at any time." Xiao Qianqiu slowly searched through his memories for everything about the Death Worship Cult. Information, this information may not be reliable now that I think about it, because judging from the Death Worship Cult's attack on Qiyun Peak, it is so strange that they only occupied the Yiwai Ghost Kingdom before! Or were they worried that the immortal families in Baiyan Kingdom had hidden magic weapons that they didn't know about, so they held back until a traitor from the immortal family passed the news to them before launching a large-scale attack?
"You mean, by killing that barbarian, it's possible to block these things?"
"It is more reliable to burn him. Death has never been an obstacle to the Death Worship Cult." Xiao Qianqiu said: "We will smash the Death Worship Cult's idols, smash their altars, and kill all believers who have had an affair with them... Now It seems that not enough has been done.”
"Indeed." Hualin nodded, and he took out another talisman, but this time he stuck it on the silver knife he pulled out of his sleeve: "Then let's try targeting that barbarian. ——Now that some of it has come out, there is less of it in his body.”
"Just a few?"
"It should look like one-fifth of it."
"One-fifth..." Xiao Qianqiu lost his voice. In front of them, the accumulated height of those "noodles" was as high as two ordinary bags of salt. As Hualin said, they didn't even need to be corroded, just If you need to pour them all out, you can climb directly over the salt bag!
"If the Yi people's spirit and soul cannot nourish them and give birth to more." Hualin completed what he said without any hesitation: "So we can't escape this time, so we'd better try our best."
Before Xiao Qianqiu could object, he jumped high into the sky with a light leap. As the "Fair Wind" charms on his body lit up one after another, a breeze blew by and carried him to the roof of the hut - originally It should be like this, but although the thin black flames on the heads of the many newly poured "noodles" were not thick enough to roll over, it was more than enough to stain the few "Fair Wind" talismans on his body. He was still far away from the cabin. There were five steps away, but he couldn't stop his fall!
Hualin swung his knife and drew a circle with his body. The fire talisman on the silver blade exploded, sweeping out a piece of white ground where it landed. He jumped on the ground and was already standing on the collapsed roof of the thatched hut, which is where the pie. Right above Gang Tusi, he turned his left hand and found another talisman paper attached to the blade. He shouted softly and inserted it straight down!
If he thought it could be solved so easily, he would be totally wrong!
Countless surging noodles immediately filled up the burned white space, and two or three more noodles had already pierced into his body!
They will feed on his flesh and blood and breed more of the same kind until they completely digest him!
White light radiated from Hualin's body.
"Town," he said.
That is the brilliance of the key to the mountain, the treasure of the Immortal family that once served as a magic treasure in the Baiyi Temple for two hundred years.
All the surging "noodles" around them suddenly broke apart like dry noodles that had lost their moisture. Soon they not only lost their shape, but they could no longer even maintain their existence. After a while, except for the deeply corroded noodles, The ground, the collapsed huts and the ruined salt bags showed no trace of any evil that had ever existed in this world.
