The moment he was choked by the Pomo Demon, Zhang Fan felt an unprecedented terrifying force suddenly coming from the palm of the Pomo Demon's hand.
At the critical moment, Zhang Fan instinctively raised the coffin nail in his hand and stabbed at the head of the demon again.
"Pfft!"
There was a dull sound of flesh being pierced, and the rusty coffin nails penetrated into the Pole Demon's head with ease.
Being pierced through the head, the Pomo Demon's hands dropped weakly and there was no movement. Therefore, Zhang Fan successfully completed his self-rescue. If he had just taken action a little slower, he might have been killed by the Pomo Demon by now. die.
Zhang Fan broke away from Po Shao Demon's hand, hurriedly stepped back dozens of steps, and distanced himself from Po Shao Demon.
At this time, the coffin nails were still nailed to the Pomo Demon's head and had not been pulled out.
Once the nails in the coffin are pulled out, the demon will resurrect and attack him again.
So Zhang Fan didn't touch the coffin nail easily.
This time, the coffin nails were actually driven into the head of the Pole Demon. No matter how powerful it was, it would probably be difficult for it to break free again.
Zhang Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart beating wildly, and then he raised the fake fairy binding rope, preparing to throw it together to bind the Pomo Demon.
It's really strange to say that he had obviously used coffin nails and a fake fairy rope to suppress the Pomo Demon just now, but how did it escape?
Zhang Fan couldn't figure this out, he just felt it was very strange.
To be on the safe side, Zhang Fan did not cover the peach wood stopper of the Purple Gold Gourd, but kept the mouth of the gourd open. As long as the Pomo Demon made a move, he would release three ghosts again and let them self-destruct to fight against the Pomo Demon. .
Let’s not say whether it will work, but at least it can delay it for a while.
Zhang Fan thought over and over again, frowning, and summoned Wang Ye from the ghost frame.
You can't bet that the Soul Demon will be completely crucified. What just happened is a lesson learned from the past, so you must be very energetic and don't be careless.
He was going to take a gamble now and see if Mr. Wang could summon a high-level ghost by asking the gods.
If the effect of praying to the gods is not satisfactory, Zhang Fan will risk it this time and immediately start to use the power of the body spirit.
After Zhang Fan summoned Wangye, Wangye tilted his head, glanced at Zhang Fan, and asked curiously: "Grandson, what do you want from me again?"
"Master Wang, I have to ask you for help this time. There is a super scary ghost here that I can't defeat, so I need you to use your ability to ask gods to help me." Zhang Fan looked pale and pointed at the coffin in front of him. Crucified to death by the devil.
For some reason, the thought in Zhang Fan's mind that the Soul Demon would escape at any time became stronger and stronger.
The nail in the coffin of terror that was invincible in the past seems to be unable to truly suppress the Pomo Demon today.
"Oh? A devil?" Wang Ye turned back to look at the crucified Soul Demon, with a look of surprise on his face, and asked in surprise.
He didn't feel much fear towards the devil-level ghosts, and even looked extremely calm, as if he had seen many big scenes before.
"Isn't it already suppressed? Why did you ask me to take action again?" Wangye glanced at Zhang Fan, his white eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and asked in confusion.
"I know, this is not for you, old man, to appear and help suppress the battle, otherwise I would be afraid..." Zhang Fan swallowed and said extremely seriously.
"You young man, why are you so timid? I really don't know how that girl Chu Chu fell in love with you?"
"What's the old saying? You're such a coward."
Wangye looked at Zhang Fan for a few times, shook his head, and sighed with helplessness: "Old man, I suddenly feel that you are not worthy of this girl Chu Chu. I had a good young man who liked Chu Chu very much, but for some things If we delay, maybe Chu Chu will be with that young man."
Zhang Fan: "..."
"Old Dong... Wangye's joke is not funny at all. It's easy for people to scold you for doing this." Zhang Fan frowned and whispered.
"You're such a coward, you're so promising, why don't you let people talk about it?"
Wang Ye sneered.
However, Zhang Fan did not listen to his words. At this time, his eyes were looking at the Pomo Demon who was nailed to death by the coffin nails.
The moment he looked at it, Zhang Fan's breath froze, his pupils shrank, and his face showed disbelief.
Just because the Pomo Demon, who was still nailed to the spot by the coffin nails, disappeared out of thin air.
The coffin nail that pierced through its head also made a clang and hit the ground hard, making a dull sound.
"This...this...how is this possible?!!"
After being stunned for a few seconds, Zhang Fan opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow an eggplant.
The Pomo Demon was nailed to the spot by the coffin nails, yet he could disappear out of thin air. What kind of joke is this?
really?
Don't play like this.
No wonder the Pomo Demon reappeared just now. It turned out that it could ignore the terrifying suppression of the coffin nails and disappear out of thin air.
Just when Zhang Fan's face was full of horror, suddenly, a harsh and sharp child's laughter rang in his ears. Then, he saw the blurry figure of the Pomo Demon reappearing in the distance. Emerging from the dark shadows.
And around the Pomo Demon, there was a circle of jumping children holding hands.
They surrounded the figure of the Soul Demon in a circle, as if they were protecting it.
Seeing that something was wrong with Zhang Fan's expression, Wangye's expression also changed. When he looked behind him, he also saw the Pomo Demon appearing, which suddenly made a trace of solemnity appear on his originally calm face. .
This devil seemed a little different from the ones he had encountered before.
"Master Wang, now we can only rely on your ability to summon gods to deal with it." Zhang Fan whispered.
"Don't worry, just leave it to me."
Wang Ye also felt the danger level of the Pomo Demon, and his expression became slightly more serious.
After finishing speaking, he did not delay too much, but moved a small wooden stool from somewhere, put it under his buttocks, and sat down. Then he took out three bloody incense sticks from his arms and inserted them into the Muddy ground.
After doing this, Wangye straightened his body and sat upright on a small wooden bench, holding some strange technique with his hands and placing them flat on his knees.
As Wang Ye made these movements, a huge high-pitched suona sound echoed through the sky.
The high-pitched sound of the suona was melodious and continuous, and extremely penetrating. Even the surrounding space was violently distorted, as if it could not bear the power of the high-pitched sound of the suona.
Just like that, amidst the continuous sounds of the suona, Wang Ye began to slowly lower his head and shake his head slightly. The amplitude of the shaking of his head became larger and larger, and faster and faster, like a rattle, which made people stunned.
This is Wangye's supernatural ability. The temple official shook his head.
It looks like he is shaking his head, but he is actually shaking his head.
The ability to truly pray to God.
As the Temple Master shook his head, the entire ghost world was suddenly shrouded in an extremely terrifying haze.
At this moment, the three blood-colored incense sticks that were originally inserted on the ground suddenly burst into flames, and thick blood-colored smoke slowly rose into the sky, rising into an unknown area.
Seeing Wang Ye inviting the gods, Zhang Fan felt both anxious and expectant.
He was worried because he was afraid that the effect of Wangye's invitation to the gods would not be satisfactory, and that the ghosts he invited were not strong enough.
He was looking forward to it because he wanted to see if Mr. Wang could invite a ghost more terrifying than the Pomo Demon.
only......
Just at the last moment when Wangye was about to complete the ritual of inviting gods...
The Pomo Demon, who originally came from the darkness in the distance, suddenly teleported to Wang Ye and kicked him away with a lift of his foot.
The force of this kick was so terrifying that even the white-clothed Li Gui Wangye, who was an idealist, couldn't bear it. He was kicked thousands of meters away.
After he was kicked out, the entire ceremony of inviting gods was immediately interrupted, and two of the three bloody incense sticks originally inserted into the ground were broken on the spot and could not be used.
Now, only the last bloody incense stick is left swaying in the wind, and it may be broken and damaged at some point.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely anxious.
As a devil, the Pomo Demon possesses the power to destroy the world with every move he makes. Wang Ye is just a white-clothed fierce ghost. How could he withstand such a terrifying kick from the Pomo Demon.
"Master Wang!!!"
Zhang Fan was about to rush forward, looking for Wang Ye to see if he was still alive.
However, before he could set off to rush over, the figure of the Soul Demon appeared in front of him again in the next second. He slowly raised his right hand and aimed at his face with a flick of his finger.
"I'm really giving you a hard time, right? I can't beat you, but someone can beat you!"
Since there is no way to avoid it, there is no need to avoid it anymore.
Since Wang Ye's ritual of inviting gods has been forcibly interrupted, now Zhang Fan can only get closer to deal with the Pomo Demon.
If he uses the power of the body spirit and lets the hollow personality deal with the soul demon.
So, with a thought in his mind, he would summon the body spirit.
At this moment, the Pomo Demon's finger strike was about to touch his face.
Once there is real contact, Zhang Fan will definitely die.
But......
Just when the Pomo Demon was about to flick his finger, it suddenly stopped. Then, the Pomo Demon slowly turned around and looked to the southeast, and did not continue to attack Zhang Fan.
"Um?"
"This bastard didn't continue the attack?"
Zhang Fan frowned and said with shock on his face.
Maybe it was because he was too shocked that he couldn't help but pause in the action of summoning the body spirit. He didn't know what the devil was doing, so Zhang Fan looked at the position where the devil was looking.
Wherever he looked, he saw a person standing up unsteadily in the southeast area.
This is a man holding his waist.
He turned out to be the unlucky Wu Jun who had his kidneys cut off by Shirai's curse.
I didn't expect that he was still alive. It really surprised Zhang Fan. I really don't know how the other person survived. His health was obviously so bad that he was panting even when walking. He was still alive. He must be very lucky. Bar.
