The back door of my house is open to floods

The gods are entrenched on the ground, like a sleeping dragon, the dragon's energy is so majestic and majestic, waiting for an idle monk, not to mention flying, even the imperial envoy's Taoism is easy and difficult to do.

"Are you ready, Lin Yuan is heading towards the capital of God!"

In the Taoist temple, at this time, an old Taoist with a stalk was looking into the mirror, he glanced to the side, and said with a cold smile.

"Don't worry about the gods, the soul-suppressing method of my Wutong Sect is definitely not a display!"

It was said that the gray-robed figure in the mirror also saw a ferocious statue on the incense table next to it. The statue exuded a dark, depraved aura, which seemed to be able to darken the luck of all weathers and was extremely terrifying.

At this time, in front of the incense table next to the table, there are two bloody monsters.

The two straw figures were pasted with the birthday characters of two people, one was Lin Min and the other was Lin Yuan.

The blood-colored grass figure with Lin Min's birth date written on it was covered with black needles, exuding a blood-red aura, and a small invisible figure could be seen struggling hard on top of the blood-colored grass figure.

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The gray-robed figure only glanced at it, but still felt a cramped, dark and obscene smell coming from the air.

This is the most terrifying art of desperation.

This is a taboo method, which is specially designed to destroy luck, and even the powerful technique of disgusting victory can even restrain immortals.

In many immortal killings, there are many immortals who have been defeated by the art of disgust and killed them.

It's just that this technique is very evil, and if you are not careful, you may be backlashed.

If the caster's own fate is not strong, and he is backlashed by the technique of disgusting victory, the consequences will be extremely serious.

Slightly pondering, the gray-robed figure spoke.

"Brother Lingchi, you still have to be as careful as possible about this matter. That Lin Yuan is not that Lin Min, he is not easy to deal with, and according to our observation, he is also carrying a lot of meritorious power!"

"Pindao already knows about this matter. If he didn't know that he has meritorious deeds, Pindao may not agree to help you!"

Taoist Lingchi laughed strangely.

The old man's eyes were extremely conceited and proud.

Hearing this, the gray-robed figure's eyes changed slightly.

Wutong Sect is one of the sects of great sects, and what's more, it practices the method of catastrophe, the method of refining the seven natal treasures of catastrophe, which is famous in Dongyue Prefecture!

This Taoist obviously wants to use the technique of disgusting victory this time to temper his own method of catastrophe, so as to complete one party's merits.

The gray-robed figure nodded slightly, and said.

"Since that's the case, Daoist Brother, then you should act!"

"Very good!"

Taoist Lingchi got up immediately and went to the table next to him.

He glanced over the scarlet grass figure with Lin Yuan's birth date on the table, picked it up and put it on another altar next to him, and tied the scarlet grass figure up.

Looking around, a dharma seal was formed, and the six snow-white talisman paper streamers around exuded an ominous and extremely filthy aura.

Under this aura, the pale golden dragon aura that flowed layer upon layer on Lin Min's body on another dharma altar suddenly became dull and dull, and was still being washed away by strands of black aura from the paper streamers.

It's just that with such a forced suppression, there is still a continuous force of calamity flying out of the grass man and sweeping towards Taoist Lingchi.

Seeing this force of catastrophe, Taoist Lingchi was not surprised, but a faint golden light appeared on his body.

This golden color is amazing.

It is obviously golden, but it carries a dark and obscure aura.

This is the money of the alphabet, which is one of the seven treasures of the five-pass religion. This treasure can absorb the power of the calamity, counteract the power of the calamity, and can also greatly increase the various methods of disgust.

The end is a treasure.

At this time, Taoist Lingchi has cultivated to eleven innate dharma realms, and he is not far from the heavenly level.

This mother-of-hate money quickly devoured all the calamities surging on the blood-colored grass man, and the weird golden glow that exuded became brighter and brighter, and many innate calamity scriptures were born in a blink of an eye.

"It's almost time for the thirteen innate legal prohibitions!"

Taoist Lingchi's eyes were cold.

Suppressing this Hanlin editor has gained more power of catastrophe than imagined, and this power of catastrophe is really a big supplement to the mother who is tired of winning.

In a blink of an eye, his eyes once again fell on the scarlet grass man where Lin Yuan was, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Just thinking about the identity of this person, the reincarnation of the ancient Narcissus has a lot of merit, so it is not good for him.

It's just that he can be sure that once he can suppress this person, he will definitely be able to make himself a further step on the path of catastrophe.

He didn't do it immediately, but took out a strange black stone basin.

This black-colored stone basin Qi machine is extremely strange, with numerous Yunlongniao seals engraved on it, and three grotesque palms of evil gods, as if they are held in their hands.

Taoist Lingchi looked somber, took out pieces of talisman paper from the side and burned them into the black stone basin.

Billowing black air gradually grew in the black stone basin, and the black air permeated like life, slowly wrapping around the scarlet grass figure with Lin Yuan's birth date on the altar.

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At this time, in a village on the upper reaches of the Yong River, Lin Yuan, who was rushing towards the direction of the God Capital on the upper reaches of the Yong River, suddenly changed his expression slightly and froze in his footsteps.

In mid-air, Lin Yuan's powerful spiritual sense sensed a surge of dark and foul air sweeping in. This dark and foul smell had time to get close to Lin Yuan, and he was immediately rushed by the majestic innate air attached to him by the innate gods and demons. scattered.

"Someone is trying to plot against me with the technique of causal shooting?"

Secretly surprised in his heart, Lin Yuan looked extremely strange.

Lin Yuan is not only aware of the art of disgust, that is, the art of causal shooting, but he has also used it before.

That Luoba formation is a first-class causal shooting technique.

Never thought that someone would try to use such a method to deal with him.

There was neither laughter nor laughter in his eyes. With a thought, Lin Yuan triggered strands of virtuous golden light to wash away the black air in the darkness.

Boom! !

In the suburbs of Shendu, it was as if a golden thunder had been born out of thin air.

boom!