The face of the man in brocade also had frost flowers, and he saw that everyone's faces were ugly when they looked at him, so he lowered his head with great difficulty--it was not easy to make this action, and his cervical vertebrae were frozen--he found that many holes had been bitten out of his body, and it seemed that the last talisman had also been eroded clean, and Bai Songhan's movements were still not timely enough.

It's just that his body is also frozen now, so he can't feel pain and itching for a while, and because the wound is frozen, the plague has not spread to his whole body along the blood for a while.

His lower abdomen, arms, and chest were all bitten by the plague. There were some places where he couldn't swing his knife to cut it, and the white-robed boss's sword flew out, ripping off the flesh from his wounds, and although the man in brocade was so cold that he almost lost consciousness, he also snorted in pain several times.

However, the blood that came out was still green.

A hideous look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted to Bai Songhan: "Substitute for the death talisman, quickly!"

Bai Songhan was stunned and said, "Childe?"

"Quick!"

Bai Songhan smiled bitterly, and there were two more paper talismans, one black and one white, out of thin air in his hand. As soon as this talisman was taken out, everyone felt that their bodies were cold, and there seemed to be black gas churning on the black talismans. No one would doubt that these spirits, if they were able to get their hands on living things, would not hesitate to drag people down.

"There are so many talismans on this person, one after another. What is this?" she snapped. The heroes of the world are really not to be underestimated, such an obscene talisman actually burned most of the plague insects released by the plague demon.

"I don't know. Changtian said honestly, "But it is said that this is a substitute for death." Isn't the soul of the cry on it...... Only unjustly killed ghosts will like to find someone to die in their place. ”

She had heard a lot of legends about unjust ghosts. In the southeast coast of China, there is a custom of not going to the sea on the Ghost Festival in July. Children have been told to be ordered since childhood, especially on July 15 "Midyear Festival", they must be careful everywhere, so as not to be caught by the unjust ghost who lives in the water and become a stand-in.

She snorted, feeling a little chilly in her heart. She's not afraid of monsters, but she's a little afraid of ghosts......

She and Changtian were talking. Bai Songhan had already handed the two paper talismans to the white-robed boss. The old man pasted the white paper talisman on the brocade-clothed man, and the other black talisman was in his hand, looking towards the two people except Bai Songhan.

Name implies. This death talisman is to transfer the sickness, pain, and injury of the person with the white charm to the person with the black charm. This technique is only used by Bai Songhan, so naturally it can't be applied to him, so there are only two options left.

Those two weren't stupid either. I saw the eyes of the white-robed boss. Suddenly my whole body was cold. finally survived until now, but he had to die for the man in the brocade robe, which is too unjust. But he turned around and fled, and there was no way to survive in the future.

Fortunately, the chance of surviving is still in five or five.

"That's you. The white-robed old man glanced at one of them casually, then walked over with his leg raised. He was referring to a slightly stocky man, and he stared incredulously at the finger reaching out to him. Wei Yi was stunned before he let out a scream, and instinctively turned around and fled!

Although the brocade-robed man has set a ban on the subordinates he brought out. If he dies, his men will not live long. But there is still some time to live, and if you are labeled with a black charm, you will be killed now! Who will not spare their lives, even if they can live for a quarter of an hour!

The man beside him was not stupid, and knew that if he was not captured, the black talisman would be directly attached to him, and suddenly his feet were as if they were smeared with oil, and he immediately went to chase after his companion who fled in front.

Originally, the rules in Fengtianfu were strict, and those who retreated halfway like a short and fat man should be Ling Chi, and their families would also be implicated. But this guy was originally the type who was alone, one person fed the whole family and was not hungry, how could any family member be restrained by the brocade robe man? So at this time, he didn't care about the master, what was the substitute for death, and he just ran away for his life.

The white-robed boss's eyes were full of anger, his brother was cut off by his own hands, and now he is still in pain, but he has to deal with the trouble of the brocade-robed man first, but the ghost in front of him is still uncooperative! Fortunately, the man who chased after his companion didn't know what to hit in his hand, and beat the short and fat man to a stagger, and the white-robed old man who was chasing after him grabbed the back collar.

The short and fat man was still struggling, and he was slapped by the white-robed boss on his body several prohibitions, and he couldn't move immediately.

The white-robed man lifted him back to the center of the field, then pasted the black talisman on him, turned his head and shouted to Bai Songhan: "Cast a spell, quickly!"

The short and fat man also knew that he was at his limit, and his eyes couldn't help but show a sad look. Bai Songhan's brows relaxed, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder to show comfort, and then began to chant and cast spells.

The strange thing is that the two rune papers, one black and one white, spontaneously burned without fire, and slowly burned clean from the bottom up. At the same time, the green stains on the brocade-robed man's wound slowly shrank, and the wound area gradually shrank, and when the white rune paper burned clean, all the wounds on his body healed, and there were no scars left.

On the other hand, the short and fat man who was labeled with a black spell began to have plague wounds on his body, and the position of his arms, lower abdomen, and chest was exactly the same as the original wound position of the brocade-robed man, but it was not coldly calmed, and the plague on the wound attacked very quickly, dyeing half of his body green almost within a few breaths.

Such inhuman torture was naturally not something he could endure. The stocky man let out a few terrible wails and suddenly found himself able to move.

He sat up with his upper body suddenly, glanced at the white-robed boss with infinite resentment, and suddenly the index and middle fingers of his left hand were like scissors, and they were fiercely inserted into the eyes of another white-robed man not far from him.

After the white-robed second child was cut off his leg, he took the pill and kept his back against the big stone and closed his eyes to recuperate. Being cut off a leg is not a fatal injury, with his supernatural cultivation, coupled with the elixir given by the prince in the brocade robe, he can regrow his right leg in a month at most, so he is not so frightened in his heart, and he only relaxes his mind and rests. He couldn't have guessed that the short and fat man who was already like a fish could actually burst out, plus the two of them sat a little close, and they were actually directly hit by the vital point.

It was also his bad luck, when he was entangled by the plague population just now, the talisman qi and magic weapons were exhausted, and his body was in an unprotected state. Otherwise, this short and fat man's cultivation will not be able to break his protective qi if he raises it to another level.

The white-robed boss was inspecting the brocade-robed man's injuries, and suddenly heard the miserable screams of his brother behind him, and when he looked back, he couldn't help but be furious, and the cold light flashed in his sleeve, and he had beheaded the short and fat man! The huge head rolled twice on the ground, and when it stopped, the black eyes seemed to freeze a silent sneer at him.

But no matter how angry or annoyed he was, it was of no avail, for the two fingers that the short and fat man had pierced into his brother's eyes were green, and the plague had already penetrated through the wound. If you hurt your eyes, you can't ask for this body. The white-robed boss rushed forward, ignoring the spread of the plague, and shook his brother's shoulder violently and said, "Yuan Shen is out of the body, hurry up!"

The out-of-body of the Yuan Shen is the last resort of immortal cultivators, that is, to remove the Yuan Shen from the body that is about to disintegrate, and reincarnate or find a physical body. In this way, although the cultivation of the previous body was completely lost, and one qiē started from scratch, at least it could keep the divine consciousness immortal, and if it found a good body, it was possible to cultivate faster.

The itching in the eyes of the white-robed second child was even more painful, and he couldn't wait to get rid of it quickly, so he nodded with difficulty, and said indistinctly: "Come on!"

The white-robed boss felt sour in his heart, he had just chopped off one of his brother's legs not long ago, and now he was going to kill his body with his own hands. Although the immortal cultivators are ruthless, they have supported each other for hundreds of years, and even the stone in his arms has warmed his heart, not to mention that this is a brother who is connected by blood? But he is also a decisive person, knowing that the opportunity is fleeting, so he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his heart, and cut off his brother's head with a sword.

This scene does look terrifying, but the scene is not as bloody as Ning Xiaoxian imagined, there is no blood left in the head of the white-robed second child, only a golden figure the size of an index finger jumped out and looked left and right.

"This is the Yuan Shen?" she saw the Yuan Shen for the first time, and she couldn't help but be a little curious. The face of this little golden man looks exactly the same as that of the white-robed man, but it has shrunk dozens of times.

The white-robed old man was a little gloomy, and took out the magic weapon that warmed his soul and took away his brother's primordial spirit.

There are only four players left in the field at the moment. The brocade-robed man also surprisingly didn't speak, only stunned, rolled his eyes at this moment, and suddenly said, "How was the prohibition on Zhu San's body lifted?"

The white-robed boss raised his head suddenly!

The short and fat man Zhu San was obviously banned by him, why was he able to hurt people just now? He has always been very confident in his methods, unless...... Unless someone dismisses them!

He turned around slowly and glared at Bai Songhan, who was about to approach: "It's you?!"

Bai Songhan was taken aback, stopped and waved his hands and said, "Xingda, don't talk nonsense, I didn't do anything!"

Xingda's eyes were red: "Only you have been close to Zhu San's body, if it weren't for you, how could my brother be killed!" He remembered clearly, Bai Songhan patted Zhu San's shoulder twice before performing the spell, and it should have been at that time that his ban was lifted.

In a fit of rage, the Punishment Great's Hidden Sword had already swung out.

His brothers entered the Tao with a sword, and their spiritual power was quintessence, even if their cultivation was not as deep as Bai Qing, the head of Chaoyun Sect, this sword was faintly cried by ghosts and gods, obviously the anger in his chest turned into a blazing sword intent, and as soon as he made a move, he sealed Bai Songhan's retreat from the front and back, left and right, which was really impossible to hide! (To be continued......

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