"The gods from all directions listen to me and help me kill the demon! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Among all the Taoist techniques spread in the world, this technique of inviting gods is the most dangerous.
This method was only spread outside the customs at first, just because the Taoist priests outside the customs who were good at exorcising ghosts and monsters all had so-called "patron saints". Once it was absolutely necessary, they could use the technique of inviting gods to possess the "guardian saints" and force them to Suppress some demons.
But as the saying goes, it is easier to invite God than to send him away.
Even if this technique of inviting gods is outside the customs, it is a life-saving method that can only be used at the critical moment of life and death. Moreover, even if the demon slayer sends away his "patron saint", the Taoist priest who casts the spell will still fall seriously ill and lose several years of his life.
The Taoist priests in the pass do not have the habit of worshiping the patron saint all year round, so once they use the magic of inviting gods, the "god" they can invite may not be what they are. It may be the ghosts floating around, or it may be the hidden god in the mountains. The escaped demon.
Once possessed by evil ghosts and monsters, a person ceases to be a human being.
The art of inviting gods is to actively open the Baihui point on the top of one's head, allowing those invisible and insubstantial ghosts transformed from spirits to enter the human body.
General ghosts and monsters have no physical form, so they are afraid of the sun and dare not go out during the day, so they can only do evil at night.
But once they have a human body, they are not afraid of the sun, and even many spells to exorcise ghosts and demons will lose their effect on them.
Then it becomes difficult to deal with.
Xia Zhichan flicked her sleeves and robe, took the red wine gourd in her hand, raised her head and took a sip of the fairy brew.
In the sky dotted with bright white stars, the bright moon gradually dimmed its light, leaving only a hazy halo.
"kill!"
A mass of black evil energy whose essence was unclear rushed straight into Niu Dou and dispersed all the light in the sky.
The old Taoist's already broken Taoist robe was twisted into rags all over the sky by the surging evil energy. Without the Taoist robe to cover his body, the old Taoist's thin body was exposed.
Skinny as a stick is the most appropriate word to describe an old Taoist.
But now, pimples bulged under the old man's skinny skin, as if there were some insects crawling under his skin.
Every time it squirmed under the skin, the bulge became a little bigger.
Gradually, the originally skinny old man actually swelled several times and turned into a fat man weighing three to four hundred kilograms.
"kill!"
The old man shouted loudly, and the bones all over his body made a crackling sound. Then he stretched up, and his body suddenly became three feet taller.
A breeze blew across his face, and Xia Zhichan's fist hit him with the strong wind.
Boom.
This punch was like hitting a heavy iron plate, and the force of the shock alone made Xia Zhichan's fists ache.
"Tsk——"
Xia Zhichan couldn't help but be speechless.
The old man, on the other hand, put his palms, which had become the size of cattail leaf fans, together in the middle, trying to directly break off Xia Zhichan's fist that hit his chest.
Xia Zhichan pulled away, and while dodging, she didn't forget to put the black cat on the ground that had returned to its cat form back into her left cuff.
"kill!!!"
The old man who had turned into a giant raised his head and shouted, his eyes glowed red, and the muscles all over his body that were made of iron and copper swelled again.
"We must interrupt his spell. It's not too late now."
Xia Zhichan saw that Lao Dao could still speak, which meant that at least Lao Dao's soul was still dominating his body now. When Lao Dao couldn't even make a sound, he would be completely occupied by monsters.
The true energy fills the Dantian, and the right hand points together to form a sword!
Whoosh!
An invisible sword energy went straight to Lao Dao's chest, and the sword energy hit the muscles that were already like granite. Even Lao Dao's skin couldn't be split, leaving only a shallow white mark.
The old Taoist slapped his chest with his palm several times. He opened his mouth and let out a harsh and unpleasant laugh. It seemed that he was mocking Xia Zhichan, saying that his attacks were not as good as scratching his itch.
Xia Zhichan remained silent.
He concentrated the sword energy on his fingers, and a whirlwind slowly danced on his fingertips.
call--
An autumn wind blows.
Xia Zhichan disappeared at the same place, and when he reappeared, he was already within easy reach of the old Taoist.
boom!
The fingertips touched the large acupuncture point on Lao Dao's left shoulder. The sword energy contained in the finger sword drilled through Lao Dao's iron-hard skin like a needle and pierced directly into it.
"Ah - kill!"
The old man's left shoulder suddenly collapsed. Now he could only tilt his shoulders, waving his two palms constantly, blowing everything on the ground away with strong wind.
As soon as Xia Zhichan hit the target, he immediately withdrew without stopping at all.
After his figure landed on the eaves on one side of the courtyard, he turned around to look at the old man who was still arrogant in the middle of the courtyard.
Seeing that the place where he was stabbed by himself was indeed dented.
He couldn't help but feel relieved. This at least meant that his method was indeed effective. As long as he used the same method to seal all nine major acupoints of Zhou Tian, the evil spirit could be prevented from entering his body again.
After that, as long as he helps him close the Baihui point, he can completely interrupt the old Taoist's art of inviting gods.
Xia Zhichan stood on the eaves of the green tiles, and once again concentrated his sword energy on his fingertips.
Although this method works, it is still too difficult for Xia Zhichan to control. When he concentrated on concentrating his sword energy, his reaction would even be a few beats slower.
The old Taoist roared and issued the word "kill" that was already unclear.
His right hand hit his sunken left shoulder hard, causing blood to flow everywhere. But even so, the sword energy in the large hole on his left shoulder was like an extremely hard iron nail, firmly embedded in his flesh and blood.
"kill!"
The old Taoist directly used his right hand like a cattail leaf fan to lift up a jagged and strange stone that was about ten feet high, and then threw it in the direction of Xia Zhichan.
With a bang, the huge rock smashed out a huge gap two feet wide in the courtyard wall at Xia Zhichan's feet.
Fortunately, Xia Zhichan had already dodged before the rocks flew.
Step on step, your feet are as fast as the wind.
The old man was still looking around for Xia Zhichan with wide eyes, but he didn't know that Xia Zhichan had already arrived behind him.
Under the shadow of the huge body, a hand pointed like a sword gently touched Lao Dao's back spine, which was like a piece of steel.
There was a loud click.
The old man looked up to the sky and roared, and his whole body actually collapsed three feet downward. It was as if there was an invisible big hand that slapped the old Tao flat from top to bottom.
"Ah - kill!"
Two bright red tears of blood flowed from Lao Dao's scarlet eyes. He shook his body and almost lost his balance.
Xia Zhichan once again retreated and landed in the shadow of a courtyard behind the old road.
He raised his fingers and concentrated his sword energy again.
Boom!
The old Taoist raised another rock next to him and threw it out without looking at the direction. This was simply to release the resentment accumulated in his chest.
Snapped!
The swirling rocks collapsed half of the two-story attic on one side.
Countless bricks, wooden strips, and green tiles fell down, and the entire attic tilted sideways, and was about to collapse.
"Ah, help..."
"Master, help!"
There were several little Taoist boys hiding on the first floor of the attic, and they were all shivering like chickens in a henhouse that had lost the protection of a hen.
Xia Zhichan shook his hand and stabbed out a sword energy, this time on Lao Dao's left leg.
Boom!
The old man's left leg shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he lost control of his body and fell to the ground.
There was a burst of blinding smoke.
But now Xia Zhichan had no time to take care of the old man who fell to the ground. He rushed to the second floor attic in three steps and two steps at a time. The door of the attic had been buried by the fallen bricks.
Bang!
Zhen Qi fills the sleeve robe, and with a flicker, a majestic Gang Qi emerges.
The powerful force smashed a huge hole in the side wall of the attic, and the Taoist boy in the room was so frightened that he could not speak.
"Come out quickly!"
Xia Zhichan held up a burst of zhenqi with his left hand to stabilize the crumbling roof of the first floor of the attic. He shouted to the Taoist boy in the room.
Seeing that they had hope of escaping, the Taoist boys crawled out of the holes that Xia Zhichan had made with his energy.
Wait until the last person comes out.
"If you don't want to die, just get out of here."
The energy in Xia Zhichan's hands relaxed, and the already crumbling attic in front of her collapsed.
He turned around and saw that the deformed old man with a shrunken left shoulder and left leg that was completely inconsistent in size stood up staggeringly again.
"Kill...kill you!"
The old man roared, grabbing gravel with both hands and throwing it at Xia Zhichan.
Bang bang bang.
The gravel that was flying over was smashed into pulverized smoke and dust by a wall of Gangqi.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Xia Zhichan was nowhere to be seen.
Point the sword at the large acupuncture point on your right leg.
With a pop, the old Taoist figure fell down after finally standing up.
call.
Xia Zhichan was already a little exhausted, and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead.
Condensing the invisible sword energy to the size of a steel nail placed great demands on his mind. In addition, he had to constantly dodge the attacks of the old masters, which made the physical and mental consumption even greater.
Pointing together, the sword energy gathered again.
"Kill you, kill you..."
The old man knelt on the ground and slapped the ground with his huge right hand.
prick.
Xia Zhichan shook her hand and stabbed into his right shoulder.
Poof, the right shoulder also shrank, and now only the old man's torso was still huge.
From a distance, it looks like a big, round egg with two skinny little sticks sticking out from the top and bottom. It's neither funny nor weird.
"There are also four big acupoints..."
Seeing that the old Taoist had lost the ability to resist, Xia Zhichan breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the wine gourd and took another sip, and the majestic Qi once again filled the Qi Sea.
It's a pity that no matter how good the immortal brew is, it can only heal wounds and increase the vitality, but it cannot restore a person's spirit.
He shook his hands and gathered his sword energy again.
"Kill you, kill you..."
The old man roared, his two arms as thin as dead branches swaying from side to side in the wind.
puff! Tanzhong big point.
Even the old man's roar was a little weaker, and his voice returned to the old hoarse sound before:
"Kill you, cough cough cough... I'm going to kill you, cough cough cough..."
As he spoke, the old Taoist actually coughed up several pieces of blood.
puff! Qihai Cave.
After Tan Zhong and Qi Hai were hit, Lao Dao's originally chubby body also collapsed, slowly returning to his previous skinny appearance.
The old Taoist waved his thin hands in an attempt to interfere with Xia Zhichan's actions.
Suddenly there was a pain in his shoulder. The old man was half kneeling and half sitting on the ground. Suddenly, he was driven face down to the ground by a huge force on his shoulder.
Bang!
"Ouch, I will definitely kill you, your whole family, and the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"
The old man quickly had someone step on his back, and then the big hole in his tailbone suddenly hurt.
Click, click, click, the bones all over his body made a crackling sound, and then the old man who could be seen with the naked eye shrank back a little.
A few drops of sweat slid down Xia Zhichan's forehead and rolled into the dust.
"The last big hole..."
The last big acupoint is the Baihui acupoint on the top of Lao Dao's head. As long as his Baihui acupoints are closed, even if all the major acupoints on his body are sealed, most of the evil spirits will be driven out.
Raising his right hand, the sword energy slowly gathered.
Xia Zhichan released her foot from Lao Dao's back, then raised it with her toes, making Lao Dao sit up again.
At this time, the old Taoist seemed to have passed out. He closed his eyes tightly, his face as silent as the withered bark of an old tree.
The left hand pressed down on Lao Dao's shoulder, and the right hand was raised and pointed into a sword.
The sword energy at the fingertips rotates and gathers.
As long as this sword penetrates the experienced Baihui, everything will come to an end.
The right palm fell, just when the sword energy was about to enter the body.
Sudden changes occur.
There was a flash of silvery electric light, and Xia Zhichan was driven out by a sudden force.
He fell to the ground tremblingly, with a handful stuck in his right palm...
Blood stained mahogany sword.
