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Chapter 437 Sacrifice
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Concentration Camp 17.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to hear the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

In the next second, Fei Toujiang, who was frozen in the frame, was slammed into the wall of the base by a black shadow.

And as the flying head flew out, the audience in the live broadcast room of "Challenge Ghost Night" could see clearly that what stabbed it and flew out was actually a soft-looking cloth object.

Due to the rough picture quality of the on-site monitor, everyone couldn't recognize it at the first time. The object that hit Fei's head was just a 'cloth sword' twisted out of clothes.

Here, when the audience in the live broadcast room was shocked by the sudden change.

On the other side, Lin Jiuying has already noticed the figure following the 'cloth sword'.

"Ahao?"

Seeing the figure in a red bellyband appearing with elegant steps, Lin Jiuying's expression was a little surprised at first, but she quickly understood from the posture shown by the apprentice.

"No, it's a fairy!"

Seeing this, Lin Jiuying quickly suppressed the expression on her face, pinched her fingers to pose, and asked respectfully.

"The Immortal Cloud Pushing the Mist has really arrived, and I would like to attach an altar to push it with joy."

Facing Lin Jiuying's prayer, Ahao stopped his steps, stretched out his hand to touch his non-existent beard, and opened his mouth to answer at the same time.

"...%&...￥&*%...￥%...#@#￥@..."

"It turned out to be Lu Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, Master Lu."

After listening to Ahao's answer, Lin Jiuying nodded, with a look of surprise on her face, and at the same time she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was Lu Zhenren who invited him, not a fairy like the third prince.

He is one of the fairies who are easy to talk, otherwise he would be in trouble.

Although he was relieved, Lin Jiuying did not relax because of this.

He glanced at the apprentice in front of him, carefully scrutinizing the other's appearance at the moment, in the presence of Master Lu, Ahao's every move is full of supernatural power, and his performance is full of power.However, from the look on his face and the brilliance in his eyes, it can still be seen that Ahao's body is almost unable to bear it as the time for inviting God to his upper body becomes longer.

"The little boy is ignorant, disturbing the immortal, and now he is poor and chanting a mantra to send the immortal back..."

Opening his mouth, he was about to respectfully ask the upper body fairy to leave.

Suddenly, seeing Ah Hao's expression straightened, Lin Jiuying's heart also jumped subconsciously.

Turning his head, he saw Flying Toujiang behind him who was fixed on the wall by Ah Hao's sword, twisting his pierced head, with a faint light flickering on his head, piercing through the sword bit by bit like this He flew out and shook his head, only to see the blood dripping from the organs connected under the neck, and the wound pierced by the 'cloth sword' in the eye socket disappeared in the looming change.

"This is?!"

Even the well-informed Lin Jiuying couldn't help showing surprise when she witnessed the scene of Fei Toujiang breaking free from the sharp sword.

Right now, the ability shown by this flying head drop has far exceeded his previous understanding of the flying head drop.

Even if Lu Zhenren made a move, he couldn't completely subdue this surrender.

"It's a spirit drop."

"The head drop master got a kind of drop technique called Lingjiang from somewhere, and successfully practiced it in the concentration camp, which made the originally powerful flying head drop have the ability to shuttle back and forth."

In the shock of Lin Jiuying, Azan who was on the side suddenly spoke.

I saw him holding a negative card, with a complicated expression on his calm face, meeting Lin Jiuying's gaze, and opening his mouth to explain.

"The master of the lower head refines the twins into negative cards, so that there is a very mysterious connection between the two negative cards. The closer the relationship is, the stronger the connection is. The little monk just learned about it from the mouth of the ghost in the negative card. Everything that happened to the head-down master."

"Soul drop?"

Hearing Azan's explanation, Lin Jiuying looked back at Fei Toujiang floating in mid-air.

Although the ghost fetus helped them understand what happened above Fei Tou Jiang, it didn't help the current situation. After all, even if they knew the spirit descend that Fei Tou Jiang had refined, they couldn't do anything about it.

Even Lu Zhenren invited by Ah Hao couldn't subdue him, and for a while Lin Jiuying couldn't figure out how to suppress this alien in front of him.

If they were to switch to another place, they might be able to find a way to deal with it if they were given time, but seeing the reaction of Flying Head Down, it was obvious that they had no chance to give them time.

After breaking away from Ahao's 'cloth sword', Fei Toujiang's blood-red eyes became more and more tyrannical.

It opened its mouth, and the sharp teeth in its mouth protruded like wild beasts, like jagged sharp blades, exuding a faint light, whistling, Lin Jiuying and everyone rushed over.

"Bah!"

Seeing this ferocious monster, Ah Hao who was standing behind Lin Jiuying suddenly spoke and scolded.

However, the attack that was able to affect the flying head drop before seemed to have lost its effect in an instant.

The flying head descended in mid-air, without stopping at all, and rushed up through gritted teeth.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of all qi, extensively cultivates catastrophe, and proves my supernatural powers... There is a golden light in my body, which reflects my body, I can't see it, I can't hear it...Fang Shenming rituals, enslaved thunder spirits, monsters are frightened, ghosts and spirits , there is a thunderbolt inside, and the god of thunder is invisible... The golden light appears quickly and covers the altar. Hurry up and order!"

Biting her finger, and chanting the "Golden Light Curse", Lin Jiuying stood in front of Ahao, spurting blood from her fingertips to stop it all.

Enveloped by the golden light, the surface of the flying head descending in mid-air blurred for a while, but quickly recovered, and continued to rush forward regardless.

"Ahao, let's go."

Seeing that no matter whether it was Master Lu or himself, they could not reduce the injury to the flying head in front of him, Lin Jiuying took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to block the opponent, buying time for the apprentice behind him to escape.

Just at this time, Azan, who had been silent by the side, chanted scriptures and stood in front of the master and apprentice.

"Namata Salai, Pakawado, Alahado, Sangma, Sabutayuansa..."

Under the gazes of Lin Jiuying and Ahao, the flying head that rushed forward sank into his body.

"It's now, benefactor, take advantage of the flying head landing in my body, and kill me and him together."

Put your palms together and recite scriptures in a low voice.

Azan turned his head to Lin Jiuying behind him, gritted his teeth and begged.

Roar--

Accompanied by Azan's words, it was visible to the naked eye, flying from the monk's body, gnawing his flesh and blood, as if trying to break free from Azan's body, but was caught by a golden light again. blocked.

(End of this chapter)