I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Russell opened his eyes suddenly, and found that the grave was surrounded by Yin Qi, which was obviously different from other graves.

"Dragonfly point ****!"

"The hole is three feet long and only four feet can be used, and the width of the hole is three feet and only three feet can be used. Therefore, those who are buried must be buried legally!"

"If the ancestors are buried vertically, the future generations must be great!"

Russell recalled Uncle Jiu's words in his mind, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Mrs. Ren, you must be lonely lying down alone, I will send someone to accompany you now!

"dig!"

With an order, the silver-armored corpse behind Russell threw a punch, directly punching a big hole in the bulging grave in front of him.

He even heard the creaking sound of the coffin, and when he stretched his head to look, sure enough, there was a fist mark on the coffin.

I really don't know if in the future, when Master Ren comes to move the grave, will he doubt his life when he sees such a big fist mark?

This is solid wood!

With a movement of Russell's fingers, the silver-armored corpse stretched out its arms, and directly carried Old Master Ren's coffin out.

"Dragonfly point, Mr. Ren, bring it to you!"

Chapter 116 Dong Xiaoyu is shivering

Whenever the moon is full, there will always be people holding ancient rituals.

Russell's face was serious, and his eyes were moving with mana, observing the feng shui trend of this superficial feng shui.

To touch the water, the coffin needs to be placed above the water, while below, a handful of limestone completely blocks the water source.

The ancestors were buried vertically, and the future generations must be great!

Russell blinked his eyes, now it's not that it must be good to bury vertically, but the ancestors are buried vertically, and the descendants must be mourned!

I heard from the master that the Ren family in this Renjia town used to be a wealthy family, and it was also a remarkable family in the provincial capital.

It's just that since the old man Ren passed away, the Ren family has gone downhill, and later the provincial capital couldn't stay any longer, and the huge Ren family was divided into two.

Ren Fa retreated to his hometown Renjia Town, while the other branch moved to unknown where.

The Ren family has gone downhill for more than ten years, and it is unknown how many talents have been sent to the society.

Even many people whose ancestors were slaves in the Ren family were expelled by Ren Fa.

In the past, the family had a big business, but now it can no longer support so many people. If we can't open up the source of income, we can only cut down on expenditure.

But this is not a long-term solution. I heard that Ren Fa lost a lot of hair.

With his hands behind his back, Russell carefully looked at the trend of feng shui. Now he wants to use waste to turn this polluted feng shui treasure into a real feng shui evil.

I hope Master Ren and the Ren family can survive!

He stood up from the tortoise shell, took a deep breath, and looked extremely solemn. This was the first time he had done such a thing.

Two days ago, after seeing the Feng Shui master change the Qichibaxing Wealth Bureau into Fengshui Shadi, Russell was deeply shocked. It turns out that Fengshui can still be played like this.

After a night of research, he finally caught up with the Feng Shui master.

He raised his foot, concentrated on it, and then stepped on it suddenly, and gusts of wind suddenly blew up.

He stepped on it again, and will-o'-the-wisps floated from the surrounding graves, and began to revolve around him.

Stepping on it again, Russell even heard the screams of ghosts and wolves.

This is to steal the house from the silver armored corpse!

Luo Su took three steps in a row, sorted out the feng shui veins of the entire back mountain, and gathered all the yin energy.

Yin Qi is not only liked by zombies, but also by all kinds of ghosts and ghosts. This kind of feeling is like lying in a pile of women, which is very comfortable.

Russell felt the constant coldness around him, and his eyes flashed with impatience. He was concentrating on setting up the formation, and he was most annoyed that these things interfered!

Howling ghosts and howling wolves is really annoying!

"Get out of here!"

Distraught by the ghost's screams, Russell stepped out directly, the air made a sonic boom, and the huge wave instantly swept away the cold atmosphere around him.

"Edict!"

Russell waved his hands, and the silver armored corpse punched down heavily, directly piercing through the cement on the Dragonfly Spot, creating a huge groove.

There was a pothole, and the silver-armored corpse lay obediently in it.

Russell raised his middle finger and bit it violently in his mouth.

"hiss!"

He gasped, his fingers hurt so much that he didn't bleed out at all.

Russell: (???)

I rely on!How did the master do it?

Looking at the tooth marks on his middle finger, Russell gave up the idea of ​​biting again. He took out the paper talisman in his arms and mobilized every bit of mana, and the paper talisman became extremely sharp.

He stroked lightly, then squeezed hard, squeezed out a drop of heart blood, which was extraordinarily rosy.

Russell's complexion became a little sluggish. He flicked it vigorously, and the drop of blood precisely landed on the forehead of the silver-armored corpse, forming an extraordinarily complicated pattern.

This is the last step of protecting the corpse - the soul enters the corpse. After only 49 days, the silver-armored corpse will become stronger. It moves according to Russell's will, as pointed by the arm, and no one else can take it away. up.

Although his face was pale, there was still joy on his face. With this silver armored corpse, he could be even more arrogant in the future!

If you have the ability to beat the young master!

Russell took a deep breath, looked at the silver-armored corpse lying in the pit, and then at the coffin beside him, and fell silent.

The next second, the silver-armored corpse reluctantly crawled up from the pit, hugged the coffin with both hands, and lay down back in the pit. By the way, he put the coffin away and placed it in front of him.

"call!"

Russell let out a breath, waved his hands, and eight spells flew out from his sleeves, spinning around him.

"Edict!"

He pointed with his little finger, and the charm flew out instantly, inserted around the hole of the dragonfly point, and just landed on eight directions.

As soon as the talisman fell, the howling wind around him dissipated immediately, and streams of black air, which were hard to see with the naked eye, slowly poured into Old Master Ren's body from all directions.

Then a stream of pure black air was sucked into the mouth by the silver-armored corpse below.

Mother and child rearing corpse wind***!

This was deduced on the basis of the son-mother formation, a method of raising corpses in Maoshan's secret art, through Russell's unremitting efforts and a little help from Deep Blue.

This formation requires a mother corpse and a child corpse. With the help of Feng Shui formation, the child corpse swallows the surrounding Yin Qi, and then transmits the pure corpse energy to the mother corpse.

In this way, the female corpse will become more powerful, and the corpse energy will be pure, easy to control, and there will be no backlash.

The mother's corpse is a silver armor corpse, and the son's corpse is naturally the old man Ren.

Under the washing of such a huge Yin Qi, Old Master Ren would turn into dry bones, or even ashes in a short time.

Luo Su is really more and more curious, what kind of expression does Ren Fa come to move the grave and finds that his father is gone?

Where is my dad?

He clapped his hands violently, nodded contentedly, and called it a day. As long as he waited 49 days, he would have one more general under his command.

Even if Lu Bu is alive, so what, the silver armored corpse can beat him on the spot and call him foster father on his knees!

Just as Luo Su was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly turned his head around, looked at the distressed grave, and patted his head violently.

He was sending warmth to Mrs. Ren, why did it look like a tomb robber?

sin sin!

Russell took out the paper talisman and blew it lightly. Several paper figurines carried shovels and started busy work. Each person took a shovel, and the grave quickly returned to its original state.

However, Russell did not intend to leave, but instead looked at the surrounding ghosts who refused to leave for a long time.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, are you laymen lost, Xiaodao will send you benefactors home!"

The ghosts started to commotion, shouted countless times, and a strange sound wave came, Russell snorted disdainfully, mere brat, it’s okay to confuse ordinary people, confuse him?

Ah!

"The little tricks of carving insects, you dare to make an axe!"

"Yang Wulei - Lightning Lightning Thunder Snake Art!"

Russell's eyes turned white, he stretched out his arms, his whole body jumped with lightning, and countless lightning snakes flew out, instantly clearing away all the ghosts in front of him.

"Energy points +5."

"Energy points +5."

"Energy points +5."

Seeing a series of beating numbers, Russell smiled gratifiedly. He looked at a grave, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned and left.

As soon as he left, a woman floated out.

She folded her hands on her chest, shivering, "Mom, the outside world is too scary, even a ghost has to worry about it."

Under the moonlight, the tombstone in front of the grave was illuminated brightly.

"Dong Xiaoyu's tomb."

Chapter 117 Paper Illusion

"Brother, why do I see your frowning face?"

With candied haws in his mouth, Luo Su looked at Qiu Sheng, who was frowning, and asked vaguely.

There are people coming and going around, and the usual Renjia Town is still very lively.

Qiu Sheng looked up at the sky, his expression was filled with a touch of sadness, "Little brother, I don't want to go shopping with you again next time!"

Don't ask why, just take a look at the pile of candied haws in the arms of the little junior brother, and you will know how many times that little face has been pinched!