I descend into the world of heaven

Less than two breaths after what had just happened, Chen Chu had gone from being a complete human being to having a broken arm. This was something that no one expected...

Chen Chu staggered back a few steps. He held the long sword in his left hand and caught some of the blood flowing from the wound on his right arm. He quickly drew a thunder talisman on the ground. The remaining mana surged and he picked up the talisman with all his strength: "Thunder God, help me. !!!" Who is Thunder Lord? In the Thunder Department, anyone who can master thunder and lightning is considered Thunder Lord...

The colorful arcs of the blood talisman flashed and were printed directly on General Suhachi's body.

He struggled frantically and tore off the blood talisman stuck to his body. Electric arcs penetrated his seven orifices. The flesh and blood on his face continued to boil, and his pale skin gradually turned black like charcoal.

After a few seconds, General Suhachi's entire body was shattered and scattered on the ground.

Simu and Taoist priest Qianhe were still trying to figure out how to seal Cixi. The cinnabar ink fountain was wrapped around it, and the sarcophagus was still shaking crazily. Chen Chu used his sword to catch some blood, jumped on top of the sarcophagus, and used the sword as a pen to quickly draw a line. The huge corpse-suppressing blood talisman then kicked hard with both feet, flipped back, and landed firmly on the ground.

Mao Xiaofang rushed over in a hurry, stretched out his fingers and tapped Chen Chu's body several times: "Don't do any more exercises. Now I can barely seal your tendons to prevent blood loss!" As he spoke, he took out a row of needles and placed them on Chen Chu's body. The silver needles were inserted into the spot where they were just touched, one after another, and then the left hand seal was patted hard on Chen Chu's body...

Strange to say.

The wound that was bleeding profusely just now stopped bleeding when a few silver needles were applied.

Mao Xiaofang took off the cloth bag on his body and waved it in his hand like a meteor hammer. With a flick of his wrist, a large number of talismans were scattered out of the cloth bag.

His left and right hands took turns to grab the talisman in the air and slap it on the forehead of each zombie. These are all talismans for dealing with corpses and ghosts, and the effect is very good.

But at this moment, a large amount of flames suddenly burst out from the gaps in the sarcophagus, instantly burning the hemp ropes. Bang, there was a powerful air wave hidden in the flames that lifted the lid of the coffin. Mao Xiaofang took several steps back and saw a middle-aged man wearing a round hat, a yin and yang head, and a face like a knife, flying out with the air wave. He stood on the corner of the sarcophagus with both feet...

Cixi also jumped out of the coffin, her eyes full of resentment: "God of the Deng, kill them for the Ai family!"

The genie laughed, a folding fan appeared in his hand, jumped down from the coffin, and slammed it at Mao Xiaofang. The blow was so heavy that the floor tiles under Mao Xiaofang's feet shattered.

He stared at the lantern god: "I see that your Excellency has neither resentment nor yin energy. He should be the god in the lamp. Why do you want to help Zhou do evil and help Cixi harm the world?"

The Djinn God was not in a hurry when he heard the words. He put away his folding fan and said with great energy: "I am the first number one scholar of Emperor Shunzhi. I have the talent to win eight battles. I am richer than five cars. I will be like this in the East Picture Book after my death!" Hibernating in a lamp, he cultivated into a djinn by chance.

You said that it is evil to help Zhou, I forgive you but I disagree. You must know that there is no good and evil in this world. Who can distinguish between true good and evil? The good and evil in my mouth are nothing more than good, good and evil, and evil. . I value opportunities. Whoever owns this lamp is destined to be with me. So what if I help? "

Mao Xiaofang was stuck by this lecture. He stabbed the copper coin sword in his hand: "Nonsense!"

The skill of the lantern god is not simple. He held a folding fan and fought with Mao Xiaofang very well. He even said with a smile: "I am the god in the lamp. I am invisible and shadowless. When I touch wood, I will become wood, and when I touch iron, I will become iron." , there is nothing you can do about me! When your manpower is exhausted, when you are exhausted and your fuel is exhausted.

But I am still very energetic, and I can beat you to the point of destruction with just a single blow, and I can’t even go to the underworld..."

Taoist Master Simu and Qianhe besieged Cixi. Cixi, who had just been attacked by the two old men, was so angry that she would have been sealed in the coffin if she had not had the magic lamp in hand.

Her thoughts fluctuated, and the sarcophagus in the tomb rose into the air and hit the two of them. Qianhe couldn't dodge and was knocked out, and fell to the ground with blood oozing from her mouth and nose! Simu hurriedly bit his fingers and asked the ancestor for help. Soon, the flesh and blood all over his body bulged, like an inflated devil muscleman...

He roared, hugged the sarcophagus, and threw it out with difficulty!

Cixi snorted coldly, the sarcophagus exploded, and the gold and silver jewelry used for burial were scattered all over the floor. Her eyes fell on the broken-arm Chen Chu and secretly thought, it turns out that this young man is Chen Chu. What did he do that went against God's will? God's will Name him to kill him and seize his soul...

Kill this man!

Escape immediately!

She said loudly: "Deng Shen, kill that young man with the broken arm quickly!"

Chen Chu felt very complicated in his heart. Empress Dowager Cixi, what has happened to me that you need to target me like this?

The genie didn't say anything. The folding fan spurted out a stream of flames and forced Mao Xiaofang back. He turned into a shadow and headed straight for Chen Chu. The folding fan spun in his palm like a hot wheel! Chen Chu threw the long sword in his hand, and the Deng Shen subconsciously blocked it, but he didn't see the sword coming. When he raised his head, he saw that Chen Chu was holding a golden pistol in his hand. Bang, he had been shot.

The Djinn immediately got up from the ground: "It's useless, you can't kill me!"

The bullet was squeezed out of the body.

He waved the folding fan a few times, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "Why can't I use the divine fire?" He immediately thought of the weirdness of the golden pistol, and his voice became colder: "There is something wrong with the bullet of that gun. What is it about?" The divine fire that has the ability to seal this seat, hurry up and tell the truth..."

Chen Chu also laughed: "Dong Tuzhu, the theory of good and evil you mentioned is very interesting. I will not refute you. The so-called good and evil have their own benchmarks in everyone's heart. But now, I want to ask you Guess how many bullets I have in this pistol! If you guess wrong, let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want. If you lose, will you follow me?”

The djinn endured the anger of the divine fire being blocked.

He patted the folding fan and said, "Okay, I guess there are four bullets in your gun!" According to his memory, there were five bullets in the pistol. He had just fired one shot, and there should be five left...

Chen Chu opened the magazine and ejected five bullets: "You lose." His golden pistol was loaded with a bullet in advance, and the magazine would be filled with bullets.

Dong Tushu frowned: "What game do you want me to play?"

Chen Chu put his right hand in his pocket and threw something that hit the ground like a heavy metal compass. He said: "Dong Tu Shu, this treasure can use the power of the five elements to bring together various wonderful shapes. Can you With the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, five flowers of metal, wood, water, fire and earth are gathered at the same time, and a stick of incense is continuously maintained?"

He took out a stick of incense, lit it, and held it in his hand: "The incense has been lit, so I can let you take advantage."

As the first number one scholar during the Shunzhi period, Dong Tushu had his own arrogance. He snorted coldly: "I don't need your advantage, I insist on showing you two sticks of incense!" The compass seemed to feel something, revealing five sharp thorns. , Dong Tu Album, looked at his fingers, and pressed down on the spikes...