Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

An extremely strange change occurred in the tattoo artist, and he chased the two of them gradually approaching the ground.

Liu Yan had just been sent out, and the sounds of hawking on the street could still be heard faintly. Du Manzhi couldn't possibly put this thing up to harm anyone.

She waved the seduction rope and hummed about the man roping a horse.

The hook seemed to be tracking itself, and it landed steadily on the tattooist's neck.

"When did you get your head back..." Du Manzhi muttered.

The tattoo artist's head was not connected properly. The left side was high and the right side was low, resulting in an ugly crooked neck. He could only look at her sideways.

She felt a little itchy and wanted to help him straighten his head.

But when she exerted force, the hook was pulled back by her.

Isn't that round, bloody, and boney thing that fell down the steps the tattoo artist's head?

Du Manzhi looked regretful: "I haven't straightened it yet, why did it fall off again..."

The tattoo artist stood there in a daze, with a dozen long arms supporting his headless torso. At first glance, the shape resembled the spider spirit in the monster guide.

Realizing that his head was flying again, he was so angry that his arms shook wildly.

There was also a hand extending from his back, looking for heads all over the ground.

Du Manzhi made a sarcastic comment on the steps: "Why don't you just stop looking for me? Anyway, you only have this IQ. Your brains are blown away. It doesn't matter whether you have a head or not."

The tattoo on the tattooist's abdomen transformed into a vague human face, and he shouted in a loud voice: "Give me...die!"

Du Manzhi smiled nonchalantly: "You want my life? Come and get it if you can."

She faced the tattoo artist and whipped him, creating a deep ravine on his bare neck.

In this way, even if his head is attached, he will definitely not be able to stand still.

Before he could react, Du Manzhi jumped down the steps, used his shoulder to lend strength, and ran in the direction he came from.

Going further down is the underground maze.

Although there are still some dark rooms that have not been searched out, no matter how you walk, the maze is closed, and it is a dead end with no exit.

So that's not really the path she wants to take.

The tattoo artist got really angry and followed closely behind him, wherever he went, wherever he went.

The maze is shaking, and there seems to be a risk of collapse at any time.

Liu Yan on the ground felt waves of fluctuations, imagining how fierce the battle was below, but she ignored her worries and could only shout louder:

"The earth dragon has turned over, run away!"

After twelve years of working in Daqian, I have to say that Liu Yan has already figured out the mentality of the people at the bottom:

If you say that there are masters fighting monsters down there, there will always be people who are not afraid of death who want to watch it live - what if the master takes a fancy to him and accepts him as a disciple? It’s developed!

But if you say there is an earthquake here, both those who are afraid of death and those who are not afraid of death will run far away.

At the same time, Du Manzhi's spiritual power that was deliberately spreading outward had penetrated into the surface.

She found her destination.

The corners of Yan Hong's lips raised a sly arc.

The tattoo artist still didn't realize she had other plans.

She turned east and west in the maze, triggering mechanisms to consume monsters, attracting monsters, and then demolishing them. Unknowingly, she opened all the darkroom doors and walls where incriminating evidence was hidden.

Du Manzhi has discovered that the longer the tattoo artist is alienated, the darker the color of the tattoos on his body, which seems to be fueled by his blood.

The more rude and irrational he behaves, the clearer the pattern of a human face becomes on his abdomen.

Gradually, the outline of the facial features can be seen.

It looks like the evil god behind Ning Bin, but also a bit like Ning Fengtai, the ghost king of Tuochuan!

It can be seen that this tattoo artist's status in Tianshi Mansion is not low, and he is devoted to "Tao" and has already sacrificed his body and soul.

The so-called rebirth towards death is just a body occupied by another will. Now he is not a human tattoo artist, nor is he a half-human, half-ghost monster, but a deformed container remotely controlled by the Holy Spirit of Tianshi Mansion!

Du Manzhi led him to continue beating him.

After continuously smashing through the ceiling, my eyes suddenly became bright!

She threw out the hook and held onto a nearby tree, then jumped up with a slight jump.

The destination has arrived.

This is a quiet and narrow courtyard.

There is an old saying that wealth nourishes people, and it is actually not unreasonable. Just like when she was standing here, she obviously felt that her spiritual energy was much more active.

The tattoo artist quickly climbed out with his long arms.

Separated by a wall, Liu Yan's voice shouted outside: "Don't panic, everyone, follow me and gather in the open space!"

Du Manzhi composed herself, and in order to delay those people, she said slowly to the tattoo artist: "Are you the Holy Spirit of Tianshi Mansion?"

The human face on the tattoo artist's body chuckled, and let out a high-pitched laugh, like fingernails constantly rubbing against a blackboard, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

"It was you who killed my mother and arrested my younger brothers and sisters?"

It admitted it!

……

The prince called the black coal briquettes "the Holy Spirit".

Zhan Shuhua called the little coal ball "the little holy spirit".

They are all children of evil gods.

A few days ago, in the underground maze, the paper man overheard a conversation between the tattoo master and the Gu master. One sentence said: Everyone also follows the Holy Spirit...

According to Du Manzhi's guess, the Holy Spirit in Tianshi Mansion should also be the product of the evil god, and is more promising than the two black coal briquettes in the palace.

The appearance of the face in front of her and the word "mother" all confirmed her suspicion.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence of this Holy Spirit was:

"What a waste, you might as well let me eat it... Ha, I smell it, you smell like mother!"

Du Manzhi blinked.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

In a sense, she did eat the evil god.

Through Qinggong's gluttonous stomach bag and Zhuanlingchi, everything about the evil god was transformed into a massive amount of spiritual energy.

She was very full.

The Holy Spirit controlled the tattoo artist to rush towards her, grinning ferociously: "Let me eat you! Mother's power belongs to me!"

Du Manzhi summoned the ghost law with his left hand, and a statue of a goddess with downcast eyes vaguely appeared behind him.

Then she slapped Holy Spirit on the face and tightened her fingers.

It was equivalent to tightening the flesh on the tattooist's abdomen, lifting him up and smashing him to the ground.

Holy Spirit:! !

Du Manzhi chuckled softly.

"I'm so filial to you. If you want to eat from your mother, just go there by yourself. But you don't have the guts to go, and you don't have the ability to eat. Why are you showing up to me? Huh?"

The Holy Spirit was stunned by her.

The tattoo artist's skin was damaged in her hands during the violent beating, and thick blood flowed onto her hand, and was still flowing out from the Holy Spirit's facial features, as if the Holy Spirit had been beaten to tears by her.

Someone outside the wall said, "Listen, what's going on inside?!"

Liu Yan: "...Follow me, don't wait any longer!"

"Master Liu, listen, there is really a sound, what a strange cry!"

Liu Yan estimated the distance and thought to himself, no way, a fight came up so quickly?

She said sternly: "I didn't hear anything, please leave quickly!"

Following the urging of other Jin Yiwei, this group of common people walked away with doubts.

Du Manzhi listened silently, with the Holy Spirit under his hands whose facial features were twisted into a ball.

She said, "Boy, let's play a game."

The Holy Spirit would rather die than surrender: "I won't!"

Du Manzhi punched him down!

The tattooist's abdominal cavity was sunken, and a broken bone came out of the Holy Spirit's left eye, with fresh flesh and blood gushing out, as if it was crying.

"I didn't hear you clearly just now, please reorganize the language."

Du Manzhi spoke softly and asked with a smile: "Would you like to play?"

Holy Spirit: "...play."

"So good. Then I'll announce the rules of the game."

She took out a dozen high-quality paper figures from the Qiankun bag.

"This game is called hide and seek."

"Have you seen these sisters? They will look like me later. I will hide with them, and you will be responsible for chasing after them."

"If you find one, I will give you some of your mother's spiritual energy."

"If you can find out which one is me, I will give you all the undigested ones."

In order to increase the authenticity, Du Manzhi took out a container and shook it in front of its eyes.

This is the bit of foundation she scraped from the Zhuanling Pond.

The flesh under his palm rolled violently, and the Holy Spirit greedily stared at the spiritual liquid in the bottle, wishing that his true body could be transmitted through the tattoo.

Du Manzhi put away the bottle.

"You can move freely and search wherever you want. Of course it doesn't matter if you demolish your home."

"Please note that the scope of activities cannot exceed this house."

She smiled gently.

The hook was pressed against the bloody eye of the Holy Spirit.

"Otherwise... I'll kill you!"