"Haha......"

Blood Owl Yang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, like a night owl, like a roaring baboon, its upper lip turned high and covered its nostrils, and the fierce light was exposed, and it pounced on it. Its target is not the third uncle who has formed the "Tiangang Four Elephant Array", the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao and others, but me who is closest to the altar.

My right hand was already tightly gripping the hunting knife from Baokang County, and I had already prepared. Seeing it swooping in a strange wind, I was not afraid, avoided its edge, jumped to the side, and the hunting knife slashed at the palm of its swing. Just now, Uncle broke its hamstrings, but it had almost no effect on it, and it was also flexible, stepping on its feet, shifting its shape, and suddenly its hand seemed to grow out of it, to grab my Tianling cover.

"Lu Zuo, retreat into the formation!"

The third uncle shouted at me, and I, who had the intention of retreating, immediately turned around and jumped towards the crowded place. Blood Owl followed behind me, waving his big hands, almost grabbing my shirt several times. The last time, it grabbed my backpack and pulled it so hard that I almost flew backwards. But I also have the wit, the golden silkworm shed its shell, rolled on the spot, and finally hid in the crowd.

As soon as they entered the formation, the four of them took two steps forward in unison, and the third uncle held the lightning strike jujube sword, handed it forward, and shouted "break"!

For no reason, the silence exploded like thunder with his loud shout, and a lot of dust fell.

Reaching out to slap the tip of the sword, the blood Xiaoyang trembled all over his body, and the lightning flashed.

All the hairs on my back stood on end, and I was dumbfounded.

I didn't think that the wooden sword that Zamao Xiaodao told me was actually true - according to him, this lightning strike jujube wooden sword was made of a jujube wood that was more than fifty years old between a certain mountain peak in Jurong. Jujube wood is a hardwood, hard texture, can be used to engrave the text on the stele, the underground military factory of our army during the Anti-Japanese War, and even use the old jujube wood to make machine bearings. When producing, choose more before and after the spring sting, tie the lightning rod to the tree, when the spring thunder rolls and wait, the jujube tree is struck by lightning, and the energy of thunder and lightning is stored in the core of the tree. The huge trunk of the tree only takes a bunch of cores and asks a famous craftsman to sharpen it into a sword.

The number of lightning strikes determines the quality of the wooden sword, one blow is one turn, the higher the stronger, and nine turns are the best.

However, it cannot exceed ten, and if it is full, it overflows, and the whole tree is charred from the inside out, and can no longer be used. The doorway in this, one in people, two in the sky, heaven and earth echo each other, luck, in order to achieve such a "lightning strike jujube wood sword", a wooden sword more powerful than a hundred years of peach wood.

The third uncle's handful is said to have withstood six lightning strikes.

I only thought that the miscellaneous hair trail was boasting, but today I saw that the third uncle relied on the formation and spit out spells, and with just one blow, he regarded me as a very powerful blood lord Yang to repel me, with the power of thunder and lightning. I crawled back to the back door, lest I mess with their formation. Watching the four of them follow what I originally regarded as a fancy shelf, and maneuver around the fierce blood Xiaoyang, I sighed in my heart: It is worthy of being the land of the Central Plains, famous and decent, and sure enough, all of them are masters, not comparable to a small Miao Jiang Gu cultivator like me.

It's amazing!

The four-person formation led by the third uncle advanced and retreated in a relaxed manner, such as Lin Ruxu, steady and steady, and actually relieved the fierce brute strength of the blood Xiaoyang like a Tyrannosaurus rex, and the blood Xiaoyang shouted, but it was like stepping into a swamp, and he couldn't use his strength. Whenever it finds the right object and strikes hard, it will always meet a black and yellow wooden sword, and it will be so electric that it screams......

It's hard for me to describe this scenario, but we can imagine something like this:

A powerful bird suddenly broke into a spider's web in the forest, and then struggled to break free from the clingy web, but the more desperately it struggled, the tighter it became until it lost its strength and finally died.

Blood Owl Yang's movements finally slowed down, and as soon as it stopped, it immediately suffered an unceremonious, fatal blow. The Tiangang Four Elephant Array is like a constantly running meat grinder, and the physical strength of the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao and the third uncle are the sharpest blades, every minute, one or more wounds are added to the blood Xiaoyang's body, and they don't stop, until the blood Xiaoyang's throat is cut through a baby's lips, and blood splashes everywhere, and then the third uncle jumps up and swings his sword, his head is thrown high, and his body falls down.

Although a lot of blood was spared, this time, the thin blood was still sprayed like a high-pressure water gun, bursting out.

The headless Blood Owl fell to his knees and bowed in the direction of the altar.

The blood was concentrated on the altar, and the giant stone dome was soaked in blood.

Blood Xiaoyang was dead, and the uncle and Zhou Lin, who were holding themselves up, fell to the ground with a burst of spirit. The third uncle kicked the Xiaoyang who sent blood to the altar and kicked it over, shouting "Xiao Ming help me", the two of them held hands, and the miscellaneous hair trail sang the section of "Dengzhen Hidden Secret", the third uncle carried a peachwood sword, took out a talisman from the bag, the tip of the sword stabbed, and then operated regularly in the air, the yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, and with the drift of the curling green smoke, there was a sound of evil ghosts whimpering and roaring in the air.

It's miserable, isn't it terrifying?

The third uncle held on to the wooden sword, drew three lines horizontally and four vertically, and suddenly shouted and scolded: "The demon spirit, don't you show up quickly?" ”

The headless blood owl was shocked, and suddenly a sticky black gas as thick as ink surfaced, spun rapidly, and then shot onto the stone tripod on the altar, hovering over the two metal tripod handles. What is this? I squinted my eyes and looked at it, and I felt the fear and anger in my heart rise together, exchange with each other, and all kinds of evil thoughts poured out, and then I wanted to surrender to this great dome.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

The third uncle and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao recited a trumpet together, like Hong Zhong Dalu, straight into the chest. I suddenly realized that this evil thing was the one that had been doing something wrong. The so-called formation, everything is properly arranged, but if there is no formation spirit, it must be like a computer without a CPU, and it can't run. And this evil thing is the tomb spirit left by the ancients here - let's call it the tomb spirit.

After it lingered on the top of the big ding for a few seconds, the whole room trembled, and a loud voice came, human speech, but not like it. When we listen carefully, it doesn't look like Chinese, but like ...... Everyone's eyes are on me - this language is Miao dialect, ancient Miao language! Miscellaneous Xiaodao looked at me with a bitter face, and said cough cough, little poison, help translate it.

I also smiled bitterly, shook my head and said no, I don't know much about Miao dialect.

Even the third uncle was surprised by my answer, he grew his mouth, and asked in surprise You can raise Gu, can't speak Miao dialect?

I shook my head, speaking of the children of my generation, they are all mature seedlings, and occasionally understand some, but in daily life "eating", "drinking", "picking vegetables" and the like, and this tomb spirit obviously does not mean to call us to eat.

Several of them looked at each other, and they couldn't bear to say any more striking words, which embarrassed me.

If you can't communicate, everyone will only have swords and soldiers to see each other. The third uncle's face did not change, and said Xiao Ming, I remember that Li Daozi's predecessors gave you three talismans, a wind talisman and a chapel talisman, the latter two have a miraculous effect on this monster, and the matter has reached a critical juncture, you think about it, which one should you use?

Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao responded with a crying face, saying that the talisman given by my uncle, the wind talisman as early as eight years ago, the Huangshan dragon python, I got rid of it, and I have used it recently, and I have used it up recently, and there is no more...... The third uncle was furious and said that you are a loser, Li Daozi is the first talisman master of Maoshan in modern times, and each of his talismans is worth 10,000 gold, you, you ...... I don't blame you for using the wind talisman, where did you use the exorcism talisman and the thunder talisman?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao didn't dare to look at his uncle, and glanced at me.

I lowered my head, and finally realized that when this stinky Taoist priest used the talisman at the beginning, he always gritted his teeth for what he wanted, and looked distressed like a dead father.

While we were arguing, the black mist of the tomb flickered and dimmed, like a lantern on the wall, changing like fireworks. The third uncle put aside the argument, took out a bag of black dog blood from his backpack, and threw it away without saying a word.

Suddenly, I heard the crying of a whining child.

Raising our heads, under our gaze, a familiar face slowly rose from the huge stone tripod. It was Duoduo, with a watermelon head and a baby fat face, she floated up, and then sat on the edge of the ding and cried. She was sad, like a little match girl, crying alone, and above her head, a black mist lingered.

The tomb spirit slid down her neck like water, washing the whole body of the flowers.

When the third uncle saw it, he yelled anxiously that it was not good, this ghost and demon body coveted by the tomb spirit was about to be taken away! This tomb spirit, neither a ghost nor a demon or an immortal, is a demonic barrier formed by the resentment of all the undead, it is a demon! Lord! If this little devil captures the body of the demon of the flowers, he will definitely be able to cultivate himself, devour the essence of the sun and the moon, and grow rapidly, if he does not destroy at this time, it will become a catastrophe in the future.

I saw that the whole room was trembling, the ground was tilting, and the white bones on the ground were moving to the left. What if I yelled? The third uncle closed his eyes and said that the monster's home field was on the altar, in the boulder ding, and it refused to come down, so we had no way to take it. If it is really won, everyone will not be able to run, so they can only form a group to go to Youfu together. However, it is dangerous, it may not have the energy to preside over the magic array, what bullshit Yin and Yang have no elephant array, fight, Lu Zuo Xiaoming, you two follow me!

Without hesitation, he jumped onto the altar.

The third uncle said so, where did I hesitate for a minute, and jumped up with an arrow step. As soon as this body entered, the whole body fell into darkness again. This is not pure darkness, but in the endless black fog, swimming with the smell of blood, this fishy smell is conscious, and can outline the bright red of the sky in the heart. All sides are rotating up and down, and only oneself is in the stationary center of the whole space; Or, by himself, he is spinning with all things.

The Tao is very good, the name is famous, the name is not famous.

In the world of yin and yang, there are black and red. What a wonderful place...... Before I finished sighing, there was a cry from the miscellaneous hairy trail around me: "Little poison, follow me!" ”