super ghost system

Chapter 57 Guman Tong Devours the Lord

Zhao Shiren rubbed his nose, saying that different paths lead to the same goal, but the method has three thousand ways. This kind of cruel thing made him feel a little palpitated, and he replied in a happy and congratulatory tone: "This is also the most important thing in your sect. The technique is powerful, extracting blood from the blood of the mother and child, and then completely absorbing it, this kind of evil spirit is indeed conceivable."

"The members of my sect are different from the Taoist sect. You do business with ghosts and raise little ghosts, which is very secretive, while we raise Gumantong, these evil gods, for cultivation."

"Haha, yes! But your three ancient mantongs are round in color, as if painted with wax, very beautiful and spiritual. Do you have any tips for taking care of them?"

"There are some. This Gumantong was carved by me myself. For this reason, one of our homework is to learn carpentry. After finishing it, we need to find a dead body from before the first seven years and burn its chin into corpse oil. , water it on her body and leave it for three days and three nights. Mine was obtained by deliberately killing a young girl and placing it in a corpse raising ground for seven days."

"Sure enough, an expert has a clever trick, let me see your strength!"

On the surface, Zhao Shiren didn't show any emotion, but in his heart, he hated this fake monk very much: What Gumantong is just plagiarizing Chinese Taoism, carpenter is Lu Ban's own job, and it has become a must-teach for you , It's shameless, if you don't give me a job, I will kill you today!

In Sui World China, there are good people and bad people, but most people still love their country very much. Even if they are traitors, they still think about the good of their country in their hearts.

For example, this kind of very bad Zhao Shiren, who disregarded human life, bribed officials, and those things that cut off children and grandchildren, almost made him do everything, but in his heart, he didn't like foreign people and secretly learned domestic stunts. A kind of inheritance!
Not much nonsense, let's continue to the topic.

Hongzhun grabbed a big red-feathered rooster, pinched the cock's neck with his fingernails, and then pulled.

I saw that half of the rooster's neck was cut off directly, and the blood rushed into the porcelain basin on the south side of the table.

Immediately, most of the porcelain basin was filled with chicken blood, and Hong Zhun stopped in satisfaction, throwing the half-dead rooster on the ground casually.

Although the rooster was drained of blood, it didn't die within a short period of time, and its wings fluttered for a while before it lost its strength and fell to the ground.

Hongzhun then took out three Gumantongs, put them in the blood of the rooster, bit his middle finger, squeezed out three drops of blood, and dripped them on Gumantong's forehead.

Putting his hands together, he kept muttering some Zen words that were hard to hear clearly, and he didn't know what the words were, but he kept circling in this secret room.

Zhao Shiren didn't hear what he said, but he found that the blood on the foreheads of the three Gumantongs had disappeared. No, they should have digested it. The big pot of rooster blood now only left dry With a layer of bloody skin, this speed is simply jaw-dropping and overwhelming.

Gumantong really seems to be alive. It is a black wood carving, but it has a pair of red eyes that are constantly shining, making everyone who sees it subconsciously think that there is a person in front of them, a child, a newborn baby with the size of a palm.

As if holding his own son, Hongzhun took the three Gumantongs out of the porcelain pots with great caution and put them on the black wooden board.

In front of it is a grass man, without birth date written on it, but with a yellow talisman made of blood, on the withered grass branch, there is a long black hair, which is soft and very nice.

"That man is called Wei Feng. He insulted me today and wanted to harm me. Three children, use your supreme magic power to completely strangle this kind of person who has no respect for his elders and who doesn't know what it means to be able to live in it." Annihilate in this void!"

While speaking, Hongzhun was naked, with a white needle between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and at this moment, suddenly, it was stuck in the straw man's head.

The three Gumantongs all accepted Hong Zhun's prayers, and unexpectedly rose slowly into the midair, continuously burning with a thick evil fire with powerful force.

The most powerful Nanyang head lowering technique is this kind of straw man ligation and ancient mantong. Once performed, even the performer will find it difficult to untie it, and it will not work without bleeding.

When Zhao Shiren saw this, his heart became corrupt, and he thought to himself: This magnificent Gumantong is powerful. The evil spirit just now can kill my generation of Jindan stage monks. The ghost king must regret it, or else, Taking advantage of his time to kill Wei Feng, I killed him?
Those three Gumantong are good things, don’t give them up if you don’t want them!
Of course, this was only on his mind after killing Wei Feng.

It is the choice of wise people to kill them all and not let the wind leak. I am afraid that there will be no good rewards if you believe in it.

Performing spells was very exhausting. Hongzhun was sweating profusely at this moment, and deliberately used all his hometown skills, and read out seven seven and 49 Nanyang secret spells, which were used to motivate Gumantong to attack.

"All right!"

Hongzhun let go of his fingers abruptly, and having already done the manual steps, he picked up the handkerchief that he had prepared to fold earlier, and wiped off his sweat.

Gumantong was still in mid-air, shining with the fire of the evil god, and when he reached the side of the straw man, he seemed to see something frightening, and he dared not move, being blocked from the outside of the straw man.

"what happened?"

Seeing that the spell was not successful, Hongzhun was also very strange. He carefully took out that piece of Wei Feng's hair, first put it next to his nose, sniffed it, then opened his mouth wide, and brushed the hair from the tip of his tongue.

"This smell is so strong, it's like a sculpture in a temple!"

"Sculpture, fairy! This is fairy hair!"

Hongzhun's face turned livid in fright, the head drop technique that can kill gods, I am afraid only his master can use it, and it is impossible for him now.

"However, there is no turning back when the bow is fired. Gumantong has already urged him to kill someone. What should we do?"

Seeing Hongzhun like this, Zhao Shiren also felt a little strange, and he couldn't help secretly guarding up. He knew the trembling of life very well.

When Gumantong saw that he couldn't break through the protection of the gods, he simply gave up, looking at Hongzhun's eyes with desire and greed.

Hong Zhun was also afraid. He had heard a lot about the ancient mantong and the master-eating thing. He had even seen it. The pain in it was ominous to people. He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Shiren, who was imitating Buddhism in a low voice. At home, he recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, good!"

These are his words every time he kills someone. The master said that Buddha blesses those who kill people and most likes to unite those who have butcher knives in their hands to absorb them into like-minded people.

Therefore, he often said that Buddha can protect all living beings and save everything.

(End of this chapter)