Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 2597

Although this tutuo is dressed in Buddhism, he is full of evil spirits.

Wu Song knew that there was too much difference in his cultivation base, so he held the arrow in his hand, and secretly said to An Daoquan, "Doctor An, you go first, and I will help you block it for a while. If you enter the city, you must think about it." Way to save my brother's life."

This was intercepted by Kushan Toutuo, and before An Daoquan could leave, Toutuo sneered, "Don't dream, no one can leave here tonight."

When they were five hundred steps away, Kushan Toutuo had already taken off the skull chain around his neck.

He stroked it, and muttered, "You guys are hungry too, go eat some appetizers first!"

The string of skulls even let out a sinister laugh, a circle of blood flashed in the air and covered the heads of Wu Song and An Daoquan.

The skull, which was originally the size of a child's fist, turned into a size of more than ten meters in the air, surrounding the two of them like hills.

Wu Song raised his hand and released the dart, hitting a hill of skulls.

The golden arrow at the level of a real fairy hit the skull, as if it had hit a copper wall and an iron wall. There was a bang, and sparks splashed into the air.

The golden arrow bounced back, and Wu Song held it in his hand.

An Daoquan screamed, "It's over, it's over, what is this skull made of, how can it be so hard?"

Wu Song was also a little confused, the arrow in his hand was a magic weapon of the real immortal, and he was always invincible in defending against the enemy in the past.

Fortunately, it hit the skull, but there was no reaction at all.

Kushan Tutuo's voice came in quickly, "put away your methods, this skull is refined from the devil's bone of Luzhou in Beiju. King Kong doesn't urge it, and it won't be melted by fire. Even if it's a real magic weapon, it's right This thing doesn't have any effect either. If he didn't want to accept you as blood spirits, the Lord Buddha wouldn't bother to spend this time with you!"

His bones opened their mouths one by one, and gusts of blood mist burst out instantly from inside, enveloping Wu Song and the two of them.

Wu Song covered him and An Daoquan with a barrier of energy, and there was nothing he could do right now, but he said in distress, "The people in this city have not been saved yet, but we died here. I, Wu Er, would not be reconciled to death."

An Daoquan was calm. He sat down on the ground and said, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky. I have also enjoyed the blessings I deserve in this life, and I have no regrets in dying! I just didn't expect that I would die in the hands of this evil monk." In the hands of him. If you die, you will not be freed, and you have to be a blood spirit for him!"

Wu Song was also aggrieved and tried his best to support the energy barrier, only to feel the whimpering outside, like a hundred ghosts roaring.

A streak of sinister blood continued to consume his energy, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

Ku Shantou Tuo Tijiu sat outside, safely reaping the lives of Wu Song and his wife.

I have long heard that Wu family Erlang is of extraordinary flesh and blood, and seeing him today is indeed a well-deserved reputation.

If you met an ordinary person, you would have already turned into blood inside.

The one hundred and eight witch skulls and blood spirits he sacrificed can even refine real immortals.

At this time, a person was holding a fortune-telling signboard, and happened to come forward from behind.

He looked at the magic circle surrounded by hundreds of huge bones, and murmured, "Evil spirits, the evil spirit is so big?"

He took out a fan in his hand, and slapped it on the bone circle in front of him.

The fan had a mass of crimson light, like a solar storm rolling forward.

The blood energy transpiring in the bones was evaporated into white mist with a muffled bang in an instant.

"open!"

He raised his hand to fan again, and a strong wind swept across, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, blowing all the one hundred and eight witch skulls backward.

Wu Song and An Daoquan were waiting to die with their eyes closed, but who knew that the bloody aura around them suddenly dissipated.

They looked back in surprise, and stared at a Taoist behind him.

This Taoist was dressed in a gray robe, with disheveled hair and a sloppy body. He held up a stick. No matter how he looked, he looked like a charlatan, and a down-and-out charlatan.

Ku Shan Toutuo was startled, trembling all over from the strong wind, his body showed a golden body, so he stood on the spot.

After the strong wind dissipated, he stared at the Taoist in front of him.

He pulled out the Zen stick beside him with a buzzing, grasped it in his hand and hissed at the Taoist, "Who are you? Dare to meddle in Lao Tzu's business?"

The Taoist Fu Xu introduced, "Monk, don't get excited. I'm just a wandering wild Taoist, and I don't want to meddle in your business. It's just because your magic weapon is harmful to the peace, so the poor Taoist took action, lest you escape into the magic way in the future. "

"Rampant, why don't you take care of the Buddha's affairs!"

Ku Shan Toutuo's stomach swelled with anger, and he swung the [-]-jin water-milled Zen stick in his hand, and swung it out at the Taoist.

The body of the Buddha's golden body Arhat is extremely powerful.

The Zen staff smashed in the air, causing the surrounding sky to sink, making a muffled buzzing sound.

The Taoist didn't look like a tough guy, he stepped back and shouted, "You monk, you talk as soon as you talk, why are you doing it!"

As he walked, he flicked the feather fan in his hand, and for a moment five flames arose and swept towards Kushan Toutuo.

Kushan Toutuo's Zen staff hit the ground, making a big hole with a bang, and he sat down hastily and transformed into a golden body to resist the flames.

He snorted disdainfully in the fire, "Buddha, my golden body has long been indestructible, and you want to burn Buddha with this little flame?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt something unusual.

This flame can actually burn the gods and eat away the bones, causing his soul to fluctuate violently when it burns.

He roared anxiously, "You weirdo, what kind of flame is this?"

The Taoist fan smiled coldly, "This is a gift from my master, you are not worthy to know about your identity."

"I kill you!"

The great monk stood up abruptly, grabbed the Zen staff and jumped into the air, trying to shake off the flame.

Unexpectedly, the five flames turned into five divine birds to keep up, and rushed towards the monk in the air, turning him into flying ash with a bang.

What kind of Buddhist golden body is like paper in front of this flame.

Before he died, he was so unwilling, he roared in the air, "I won't accept it, I won't accept it!"

Wu Song and An Daoquan froze in place, completely frightened by this Taoist.

The Taoist approached back and forth with the signboard in his hand, and the two hurriedly clasped their fists together, knelt down on one knee and said, "Thank you for saving my life!"

The Taoist helped the two of them up, and said with a soft smile, "There is no need to do such a great gift, I just happened to pass by. For you two, the city ahead is Yanggu Pass?"

Wu Song nodded and asked curiously, "Sir, is there something wrong with Yanggu Pass?"

The Taoist laughed lightly, "It's nothing serious, just a friend entrusted me to give a word to a man named Wu Song."

Wu Song and An Daoquan looked at each other, and exclaimed in surprise, "I'm Wu Song!"

The Taoist looked him up and down, shook his head and laughed, "It seems that we are really destined."

He introduced to the two, "Wu Yong is a disciple of Liangshan Island. I have a nephew named Song Bohu, who used to be King Huwei of Jingyang Mountain."

"It's him!"

Wu Song's eyes widened all at once, and he asked the Taoist, "What does he want to do?"

Wu Yong fanned his fan and smiled lightly, "He asked me to tell you that the revenge of killing a son is irreconcilable. But now he is a cultivator of immortals, and he has to put down the worldly grievances to seek the Dao. He let me see you, Slashing you for him will cut off your karma."

　Qingming is in my hometown, the Internet is not very good, sorry sorry.

　　
　
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