I felt a little evil in my heart, and it was a bit unbearable to imagine what would happen next. Alas, that's it, who made Lao Tzu both handsome and kind, when the matter came, he finally couldn't stand it, so he turned his head, closed his hands, and silently visualized in his heart, hooking up the mind of Devouring God.

As soon as the spell came out, the little thing immediately appeared on its shoulder, staring at the little green light eyes, first looking at me in confusion, and then looking at the "good show" over there, with a look of interest and strong onlookers.

Rub my cheeks, this little brute is even more obscene than me now!

I got angry and flicked it on its fat ass and stared at him viciously with my eyes.

The God Devouring Gu squeezed out tears aggrievedly, and then reluctantly jumped up, swished, and shot at the black monk.

The next scene is a bit unsightly, I won't describe it in detail, mainly when the God Devouring Gu rushed out, the grandson happened to be taking off his pants, how clever is the God Devouring Gu......?

Then I heard a heart-rending howl.

The black monk didn't understand what was going on until the end, why did he blow it up before he could do it?

Seeing that the time was ripe, I didn't talk nonsense, just kicked my legs and walked away like a cheetah.

When the guy saw me, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Who are you?"

I didn't talk nonsense, and with a touch of my wrist, a Tibetan knife appeared in my hand, aimed at the palm-thick heart guard hair on the big lama's chest and handed it out.

This guy is also very powerful, and immediately waved the seal with one hand, and greeted him with a horizontal palm, but unfortunately the God Devouring Gu also exerted its strength, stirring his body into an incomparably chaotic state, and before he slapped his palm in front of me, he took the lead in letting out a scream and staggered back.

As soon as I saw that the timing was right, I took out the Tibetan knife and went straight to the heart of this black monk.

With a bang, the residual blood splattered, and the other party's eyes bulged violently, full of infinite grief and anger, and he received the lunch box.

- I think the director should add more chicken legs to him, because this guy died too aggrieved.

Waiting for the black monk to fall, I immediately stopped the momentum, turned my head to look at the little Dao Gu, waved the Tibetan knife, cut off the rope on her shoulder, and said with a smile, "Senior Sister Maoshan Ding, it's really a good luck, we finally meet again." ”

"You ......" Ding Min's face changed suddenly, she looked at me in distraction, her face was full of excitement, as if a person walking in the desert saw a donkey...... Ahh

I sneered and said, "Where is your master, why didn't I see it?"

She realized that I hadn't come to save myself, and asked with a different expression, "Then why are you here?"

This person, it is really difficult to move, brother, I took a righteous action to save her in danger, not only to protect this woman's reputation, but also to help her avoid a miserable and bleak life, how do you know that this little Taoist aunt was also excited, and in a blink of an eye it was a questioning expression.

I didn't bother to bother, shook my head, didn't answer, turned around and ran out of the space.

Shicai killed the black monk, and there was a lot of movement, and it is estimated that someone will come soon, and my side will be exposed immediately, if you don't leave at this time, it may be me who will be blown up by then.

Ding Min hurriedly caught up, shouting as he chased, "Hey, what do I ask you?"

"Shut up!" I glared back at her, but before I finished speaking, a strong wind had flashed in the oblique side, and the breeze went and returned, and I raised my robe, and pointed one hand at me, and slapped it horizontally, the palm wind was cold, mixed with a sad ghost howl, "Who are you, why did you kill our people!"

After all calculations, I didn't expect the other party to come so quickly, so I didn't answer immediately, gritted my teeth and rushed forward, raised the knife in my left hand, forced this palm back, and clenched my fist with my right hand, aiming at the heart of this Maoshan traitor.

After so many fights, my skills have been far better than before, and the conversion between the changes is also extremely natural, but the other party is not an ordinary person, seeing my swift means, he immediately shouted, put his hands together, and suddenly pushed flat, and a gray aura immediately rose in the sleeve robe, and countless gloomy grimaces lingered in it, turning into Sen Sen Devil Cry, wrapped around my fist.

Maoshan ghost raising technique?

Seeing this meeting, my heart suddenly trembled and I cried out for trouble.

When it comes to the art of controlling ghosts, there are methods that are prevalent in cultivator circles almost all over the world, and the most famous of them is undoubtedly the group of Azan in Southeast Asia.

But as a person in this circle, I understand that there is another place in this world that is better at raising ghosts than those evil sect descenters in Southeast Asia, and the methods are sharper, and that is Maoshan.

Maoshan ghost raising technique, well-known all over the world, different from Southeast Asia's means of lowering the head, these people raise ghosts in order to take the ghost essence for their own use, so as to promote their own cultivation.

If you cultivate to the extreme, you can also return to the basics and reach the peak of cultivation.

However, the Maoshan traitor in front of me obviously has not reached the legendary ghost control realm, and can only rely on the entrenchment of the yin soul to block the breath in my fist wind, even so, it is already quite powerful.

My fist style was unloaded by that Sensen's ghostly anger, and this guy took advantage of the situation to fight back, directly turned his fist into a grab, and aimed at my chest to burst into the hole.

I raised my breath and roared, using the abyss aura of the God-devouring Gu to block the ghostly qi, and then provoked my wrist to slash the Tibetan knife into the air and cut it out at his palm.

Swish!

As soon as the two of them touched each other, they each floated two meters away, and my feet kept retreating, and I was directly shocked to the ice, and a shallow blood mark appeared in Qingfeng's palm, and the red blood spread along the palm prints, dripping directly onto the footsteps.

This guy is so powerful, he deserves to be in the Maoshan Sect for five or six years, and he has learned the essence of Maoshan ghost raising to six or seven points, and he actually relied on the support of the ghost's anger to force my knife back by half an inch.

Otherwise, that slash would be more than just one more wound.

"Good skill, who are you, why did you come to hide and make trouble!" After preliminary testing, this guy already knew that I was not simple, so he did not immediately make up for the killing move, but asked with a gloomy face.

As soon as I was about to open my mouth, Ding Min beside me shouted, "Hmph, Chu Qingfeng, you know it now, this person is the helper we invited from Maoshan, and he will take you specifically!"

After saying something, my face immediately changed, and I was about to open my mouth to explain, when Chu Qingfeng on the other side had already pursed his lips like a blade, and said with a cruel smile, "Oh? I see, then I can't keep you!"

As he spoke, this guy stepped out, waved his hands, and there was no wind under the monk's robe, and a fierce air flow was born for no reason, and the ghost qi turned into a curtain entanglement, and countless cold grimaces jumped back and forth in the black air, white and terrifying,

"Maoshan is aggressive, today, I will kill you kid, and I can count it as giving Maoshan a little feedback!"

Beep the dog!

Looking at the other party's full-fledged and murderous posture, I was so angry that my eyebrows were dancing, and I turned around and glared at Ding Min, the little Taoist aunt, and I couldn't wait to greet her eight generations of ancestors in a foul language.