dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Seeing the state of the ghost Buddha, Panhu couldn't help crying secretly.

The lunatic I met just now, why does he seem even crazier...

Before he could react too much, the Ghost Buddha rushed towards him roaring.

Without any moves or weapons, he wanted to pounce on Panhu and bite like an animal.

Bite off his throat, pull out his internal organs, tear off every muscle of him one by one!

It seems that only in this way can all the distortion and anger in Faceless be vented out.

If it was the previous Panhu king, of course he would not be afraid of these things.

Just desperately, Quan Fengguo was hacked out by him with one knife at a time.

But after more than 5000 years of torture in endless purgatory, Panhu's courage has long since dissipated.

Now he just wants to take advantage of the weakness of Zhiren's lineage and replace him.

Then enjoy all the beauties in the world.

Who wants to risk their lives with a lunatic if they don't enjoy their good life? !

Under such a trend of mentality, Panhu instinctively chose to avoid it.

He dodged, but the kobolds around him were miserable.

The blood-stained letters surrounded the ghost Buddha, taking away more than a dozen lives in an instant.

They all cut their throats and sprayed blood wildly.

The cries of "Old Ancestor, help me" and the screams are mixed together, which can be heard endlessly.

Seeing this, the bitter and indignant Kuteng tribe naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity.

They roared and killed the Quanfeng clan.

The great shaman embraced the corpse of the giant cocoon with one arm, and a red light flickered in the skeleton of the sheep's head staff.

"O souls of the ancestors, your people are being slaughtered by evil. Our blood has stained the earth red, and our anger has broken through the sky!"

"The unworthy descendants implore you to wake up from your deep sleep and lead us out of this swamp of flesh and blood!"

After the spell was finished, a dark wind howled in the valley, and a phantom of a giant as tall as a mountain appeared in the dark wind.

The giant seemed to have been asleep for a long time, trying to open his eyes.

Panhu was shocked when he saw this, and shouted loudly while avoiding the crazy faceless.

"Shaman, you dare to violate the taboo to summon the ancestor's undead, aren't you afraid of attracting the wrath of the undead and depriving you of everything?!"

The big shaman couldn't see his expression clearly because his face was covered with all kinds of weird symbols.

But the voice was full of grief and indignation.

"Deprive everything?!"

"Our Kuteng tribe is just living in the world now, neither human nor ghost, nor yin nor yang, what else is there to deprive!"

"Only by doing everything possible to kill you and your dog Fengguo, will the best people continue to take pity on us!"

"At least... at least the children of my Kuteng tribe can live with dignity. They won't be enslaved by Qiongshen again!"

Panhu wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by a terrifying roar.

I saw that the phantom of the giant had already woken up, with eyes as wide as the sun angrily.

As Panhu said, the first thing the giant did when he woke up was to attack indiscriminately.

And the primary goal is to disturb the high priest who is sleeping.

The high priest didn't intend to dodge at all, but after gently putting down the giant cocoon, he opened his hands to meet him.

"Disturbed the ancestor's sleeping, I deserve to die!"

"I only hope that my death can appease your anger, and then lead your poor children out of the darkness!"

The phantom of the giant did not hesitate in the slightest because of the high priest's words, and the pair of big hands continued to slam down on him heavily.

On the other hand, the high priest had already closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the moment of death.

Because the biggest taboo of the priests of all ages is to awaken the spirits of the ancestors, which is like ordinary people digging their own ancestral graves.

Regardless of unfilial piety, after such an undead is awakened, it will suffer more severe pain than Ling Chi every minute and every second.

If you have to use a metaphor, it is equivalent to peeling off all the skins of creatures, and soaking them bloody in concentrated sulfuric acid...

Moreover, it is not easy for the undead to continue to sleep, it will take a long time.

If there is an accident and cannot sleep deeply, the soul imprint will completely dissipate, and there will be no possibility of a comeback.

That death will no longer be reincarnation, but the real end...

Just when the great shaman was about to be strangled to death by the phantom of the giant, Ghost Buddha Faceless Jie Jie stopped in front with a strange smile.

This was the first time in his history that he took the initiative to save someone, of course Hua Jiu couldn't be counted.

Amidst the strange laughter, the ghost Buddha put one hand on the neck of the giant Lai Buddha, and swung it towards the head of the ghost like a stone.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"This seat just said: From today on, 'Buddha does not cross the bitter vine, I will cross it', are you doubting this seat's murderous heart?!"