"Hiss, hiss"
The demon lotus was captured by the golden light of Xuanyang Mirror, and it made an angry sound like a snake in its throat. He opened his mouth and spurted out two streams of fishy and smelly black liquid, accurately shooting at the Xuanyang Mirror in the air at a rapid and fast speed.
"disease."
Sanniang's expression changed, and she forced Xuanyang Jing to dodge narrowly.
“Zizzizizi”
I saw that the well wall that was hit by the black liquid was corroded into a huge hole more than ten feet deep in the blink of an eye. Smoke still billowed from the edge of the hole.
Fu Shiyi was shocked when he saw this.
I'm afraid if any one of them is hit, they will die instantly. The cultivation level of this demon lotus monster has clearly reached the third level, which is equivalent to a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.
Today, if one of them is not good, all of them may die.
Fu Shiyi looked at his eighth uncle, who had a solemn expression on his face. Then he looked at his twelfth uncle, as if he had made a huge decision. The two sat cross-legged and said quickly at the same time:
"Sanniang, Eleven, Sixteen, you three will protect the two of us."
"yes!"
Fu Shiyi summoned a green leaf wall, layer by layer, while looking at the demon lotus in the lake.
Demon Lotus missed a hit, obviously a little angry, and opened his mouth. Five jets of black liquid accurately shot towards Fu Eleven and the other five people.
"Oops!"
Fu Shiyi quickly took a piece of Feitian Talisman on himself, jumped into the air, and flashed into the air. At the same time, he controlled the green leaf wall to block the black liquid directed at Ba Bo for a moment.
"Brother Sixteen, use your five-leaf fan quickly."
Although Fu Shiyi evolved more than ten layers of green leaves, he could only block it for a moment. Brother Sixteen, who was already safe over there, heard the words and slapped Heiye hard with the five-leaf fan in his hand, causing Heiye to move forward. The trajectory changed, and it flew past Babo's ear.
"call"
After narrowly escaping a wave of demonic lotus attacks, Fu Shiyi looked back and saw that the aura on Uncle Eighth's body was rising rapidly, while Uncle Twelve's, who put his hand on his back, had exactly the opposite effect. .
"This...is this power transmission?"
Fu Shiyi couldn't help but turn from worry to joy when he saw that Uncle Eighth's body began to exude the coercion of a foundation-building monk. Maybe they can escape disaster today.
"You evil beast, I'll let you taste the thunder today."
Uncle Ba opened his eyes and glanced at Demon Lotus coldly. Throwing a scroll into the air, the scroll unfolds.
Fu Shiyi recognized at a glance that it was the Taixuan Bagua Diagram, one of the treasures of their Fu family.
The Taixuan Bagua Diagram has been separated from the category of magic weapons. It is a fourth-level magic weapon of the authentic sect. If you want to activate it, you must at least be in the foundation-building stage. No wonder the eighth uncle wanted to borrow the twelfth uncle's magic power just now, but after all, the borrowed power is not his own, and I'm afraid it won't last long.
Fu Shiyi could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that the Eighth Uncle could persevere until the demon lotus was destroyed.
"Qian is the sky, Kun is the earth, earthquakes are thunder, and ridges are water...the sky and the earth are positioned, the mountains and rivers are ventilated, the thunder and wind are thin, and the water and fire do not shine..."
The eighth uncle muttered something in his mouth, and his hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, pinching the magic formula:
"disease!"
The Taixuan Bagua chart floating in the air shook, and the aura above the ancient well became active instantly. A trace of five-color spiritual light fell on the Bagua diagram.
A destructive pressure emanated from it.
The demon lotus spurted seven jets of black liquid backwards, and it was brewing. At this moment, it felt the danger coming from above its head. The rosette instantly rotated rapidly, and then pieces of human face petals flew out screaming, attacking Ba Bo alone. Come.
"fall!"
Uncle Ba shouted loudly.
The Bagua Diagram flashed with rays of light and instantly became extremely huge, covering the entire Lotus Lake. And fell down unceremoniously.
The speeding Lotus figure paused for a moment, then raised its head and roared violently, spraying streams of black liquid upwards desperately.
However, before they touched the Bagua Diagram, a burst of thunder flashed past, and more than a dozen colorful divine thunders "coaxed" them to fall on them. The petals of the human face had no time to neigh, and were chopped into ashes and dissipated.
"puff!"
Uncle Ba instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Eighth uncle!"
Fu Shiyi exclaimed and stepped forward, only to see that most of Eighth Uncle's hair had turned white and his face had become much older. Fu Shiyi was very worried:
"Uncle Twelve, will Eighth Uncle be okay?"
Uncle Twelve didn't look too good either. He first fed Uncle Eight three pills, and then took one for himself. Then he closed his eyes and meditated and said:
"It's not life-threatening, it's just a loss of several years of life."
Uncle Twelve spoke calmly, but Fu Shiyi's heart tightened.
The eighth uncle is over eighty this year. He has been wandering around for many years and has suffered numerous hidden injuries. He originally only had more than 20 years left in his life, but now he has to lose a few years. Fu Shixi felt that his heart was filled with panic. An indescribable feeling.
The glow of the Taixuan Bagua Diagram dissipated and fell from the sky back to the Eighth Uncle.
"Eleven, this... this lotus lake has disappeared. Damn it. Just now, there was a big lotus here! Could it be that everything was fake just now?"
Hearing Brother Sixteen's cry, Fu Shiyi looked up and saw that there were no lotuses blooming in front of him, only an empty floor was left, and there was not even a drop of water on the floor.
"Hey, Eleven, look, there was a well where the Demon Lotus was."
This time Brother Sixteen didn't step forward, he just pointed from a distance,
Fu Shiyi frowned, thought for a moment and said, "The lotus pond just now should be the scene where the demon lotus was transformed. Look, the ink that the mud turned into after death is still on the ground."
No matter what, we finally got rid of the strange man who cast the blood curse.
Fu Shiyi just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly remembered something:
""Qingxi Notes" records that in order to cast a blood curse, the minimum level of the monster must be the fourth level. However, neither the mud monster nor the demon lotus has reached the fourth level. Could it be... ..”
Fu Shiyi was shocked.
He quickly rolled up his sleeves and saw that the bloody coffin mark on his left arm was still there intact. Fu Shiyi's face instantly turned pale.
The five of them have no strength to fight anymore!
"Eleven, what's wrong with you, but...?"
Sensing that something was wrong with Fu Shiyi's expression, Sanniang had just spoken, when Fu Shiyi's bright red blood mark came into view, and her expression changed, and she quickly pulled up her sleeves.
"The mark is still there, my dear, the one who really cast the blood curse is not dead yet!"
Everyone suddenly looked ashen.
The third-level demon lotus monster almost wiped them out. If it weren't for the Fu family's profound knowledge and the Eighth Uncle fighting for his life, they would have died long ago.
Now, there is actually a weirdo that is at least level four.
How do they cope with this? !
Just when everyone was in despair, a euphemistic and sad chant seemed to come from the land of Jiuquan:
"The soul is dreaming, and what it calls is far away... The soul is coming back, and it is coming back..."
