dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The rakshasa ghost didn't notice the spark that the deaf mother gave off.

She was still stern and forced Wuxin to confront everyone.

"Don't come here!"

"I warn you all not to move around, or I will strangle this little monk to death immediately!"

In the cave of Cypress Mountain, the old alchemist who was casting a spell to drive away the evil spirit of Rakshasa was suddenly startled.

It feels like an ordinary person wakes up and finds himself sleeping on the edge of a cliff with half of his body hanging outside.

"Not good! Someone cast a great spell to kill me!"

How dare an old alchemist neglect his life when his life is at stake.

The copper bell in his hand shook even more rapidly, and an afterimage appeared faintly.

Then he slammed his palm on the incense table in front of him.

The blood-red skull on the incense table immediately soared into the air, the upper and lower jaws shook rapidly, and the pitch-black teeth collided with each other, making a rattling sound.

However, these are far from enough to break the curse of Wuzhu Wuzhu.

The old alchemist bit off his left little finger at the root with a bang, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

He endured the severe pain, and with a rattling sound, he quickly chewed his severed finger into pieces of bone and meat, and sprayed forcefully at the blood-red skull in the air.

"Fang Fangfang, Dao Dao Dao Dao Dao, Fang Dao sees the mystery."

"There is Penglai in the fairy mountains overseas, and the yin and yang hang obliquely and there is no disease and sorrow.". VII

"break!"

As the spell was completed, the blood-red skull laughed strangely, and after flying in the cave for a week, it disappeared with a whoosh.

Appeared again, had already reached the small courtyard, and collided with the great curse "Bone Necrosis" issued by the deaf mother-in-law.

There was no bang, no flames.

The two seem to melt into each other in an instant, and just disappear.

But when the spells kill each other, the caster will feel uncomfortable:

The deaf mother-in-law let out a muffled groan, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth;

If you do mental calculations but don't care, the old alchemist will be miserable:

I saw a tiny spark appearing in the cave, like catkins blowing in the wind, about to fall on him.

When the killing technique was approaching, the old alchemist didn't care much, and hurriedly grabbed it with his left hand that lost his little finger.

At the same time, chant loudly: "There are thousands of ghosts and gods between Fang Dao, and the big-eyed ghost king quickly protect me!"

The palm of his hand touched Xinghuo, and a sharp pain hit his heart.

The old man screamed and fell to the ground, rolling and crying with his left hand in his arms.

"oily!"

"Pour me with corpse oil! Quick!"

It was too late to say it, and it was all happening in the blink of an eye.

Although Li Jinlong didn't understand what happened, he didn't dare to disobey the orders of his ancestors.

Immediately grabbed a large jar of corpse oil and poured it over.

The pungent rancid stench filled the air, and the old alchemist was drenched head and face.

The old alchemist yelled at Li Jinlong while screaming in pain.

"Where are you idiots pouring it? Hurry up and pour the corpse oil on my hands!"

The so-called "asking for others is not as good as asking for oneself".

Seeing Li Jinlong stunned, the old alchemist staggered up enduring the severe pain, and walked to the biggest black clay pot.

He stretched out his left hand all of a sudden.

The corpse oil in the clay pot suddenly seemed to be boiling, and foul-smelling bubbles burst out.

This method really works:

After a while, the old alchemist finally felt no more pain, but when he took his hand out of the clay pot, he was suddenly dumbfounded:

The entire left hand has been completely withered, and the flesh and blood have disappeared, leaving only a layer of black skin wrapped around the bones.

Just like a dead tree branch that has been left in the desert for several years, it seems that it will break if touched.

After being stunned for a long time, the old alchemist let out a roar.

"God damn it, it's actually a witch!"

"There are still Wu Zhu Gou alive in this world!"

My ancestor was furious, obviously suffered a big loss in the fight just now.

Li Jinlong didn't dare to speak, he could only kneel on the ground and tremble.

After a while, the old alchemist finally calmed down a little.

He took out a green elixir from his bosom and put it in the small copper cauldron on the incense table.

"come here!"

Li Jinlong is well aware of the virtues of his family members, so there is no love and care at all.

He didn't dare to disobey his old ancestor at all, and immediately approached fearfully.

"Grandfather, you need me to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, the impatient old alchemist stretched out his hand like lightning, and tore off Li Jinlong's left ear with a snap.

Amidst Li Jinlong's mournful howl, the old alchemist put his ears into the small copper tripod and pounded it into a ball of meat with a pestle.

Then use the meat paste mixed with the elixir, and carefully smear it on his left hand.

While smearing, he also said with disgust.

"You trash has fused into bones by chance."

"It has become the present picture of people, ghosts, and corpses. I don't know if your flesh and blood are still useful..."

"Just like your dead father, you are all trash!"

"Why didn't you die for your sister-in-law?!"

"Hehehe, your sister-in-law is really top-notch..."