Cao Jinxuan's condition is indeed the legendary invitation to God. The so-called invitation to the gods, also known as the gods to fight, has a long history, and there are such spells in both Buddhism and Taoism. Even in modern times, in some remote and uncivilized places, it is still used by gods and goddesses.

The method of cultivation is different from one sect to another, some are fast and some are slow, some are simple and some are complicated. Taking Maoshan Jiaoda as an example, it is necessary to go through three stages of practice: mantra, spiritual diagram, and spiritual practice, and practice diligently every day, swallowing talisman paper, reciting mantras, and entering a wonderful state of contemplation, and then practicing various moves according to the spiritual diagram.

Over time, a strong psychological suggestion will form in the person's subconscious. In practice, the Divine Invitation Spell is the key to entering this state, and the number of gods they can invite is usually limited, depending on the spiritual figure deity enshrined.

However, it's not all about psychological cues. Those spiritual diagrams that have been handed down by their masters and blessed by incense and incantations for hundreds of years do indeed have an extremely weak power of faith.

Of course, this weakness is that for Lu Zheng, it is not even one thousandth of the Xuantan dragon's eye. But for mortals, its effect is beyond imagination, and it can make mortals greatly increase their strength in a short period of time, and even achieve real invulnerability.

This ancient method is also very rare today. However, the Lushan faction has always taken an unusual path, and has been active in the Minyue Mountains all year round, and asking for magic is one of their great skills.

Cao Jinxuan's every move fell into Lu Zheng's eyes. At least let him understand that the Taoism is declining, but it is not completely severed, and the Huaxia Blessing Association is re-established, and those high-level leaders are definitely not fools, and their subordinates are definitely not incompetent people who pretend to be gods.

But he is just not incompetent, his strength is in front of Lu Zheng. Nothing.

Who is the third prince?

There was a hint of a sly smile on the corner of Lu Zheng's mouth, this prince is a famous bear child who has really slaughtered dragons, for mortals, he is a high god, and even the act of slaying dragons is regarded as a major achievement in life.

However, for the dragons. He's simply the chief enemy.

Ask yourself, a bear child beats gongs and drums on the roof of his house and calls for wind and rain, stirring up your house like an earthquake, people will lose their temper, let alone dragons?

And Ao Bing, the third prince of the East China Sea, was polite, and sent the doorman of the East China Sea to drive him away. But the bear boy beat the doorman, and the Crystal Palace was turned upside down.

What kind of identity the third prince of the East China Sea is, being bullied by such a hairy child, Long Yan must be furious. As a result, everyone knows that he was whipped up and cramped, and he hung up directly.

bullied to the door of the house, and slaughtered other people's sons, no matter how good the temper of the dignified Dragon King of the East China Sea was, he couldn't sit still, and he wanted to go to heaven to complain, and he was caught and beaten up halfway. In the end, Chentangguan was flooded, and the people did suffer. But Nazha faked his death and got out, but in the end he was blessed by misfortune. turned into an immortal directly.

This story proves that there is no right or wrong in things, and the winner is the one who has the last laugh.

And today, the battle of the decent dragon god VS cottage Nezha is about to kick off.

Cao Jinxuan's eyes were closed, but the dense fog did not stop him from moving forward in the slightest. His steps are fast, like a newlywed husband, running to his wife who has already washed into the bed and beckoned.

The wooden spear in his hand was straight, this was the stabbing posture that Cao Jinxuan had practiced thousands of times when he was practicing the Divine Technique. Flat and stable, as fast as lightning.

He had never really used the Divine Invitation Technique, because the master had warned him that every time the Divine Divine Technique was cast, his power would be weakened by one point, until there was no more response.

But today, his heart was suddenly filled with confidence, because he sensed a wonderful power in his body, which completely sent away all his fears and insecurities.

Is this the power that God has?

He had never felt the power of a true god, and now, his chance had come!

In the face of divine power, all demons and monsters are paper tigers.

He's not going to lose!

Certain.

The dense fog in front of him continued to evaporate upward, until a tall figure stood quietly in the thick fog, not dodging, not moving.

When he took the last step, Cao Jinxuan made a move, using the simplest and most direct stab to get straight to the point.

The approach is unpretentious, but the intent is clear.

Cao Jinxuan's body has long been out of his control, but his thinking is still there, and his feelings are still there. He could feel the blessed wooden spear in his hand suddenly come to life, full of vigorous and surging power.

This shot can break the evil way!

The shadow remained unmoved.

He didn't seem to sense the danger coming, and he seemed to know everything.

Static braking, customized change, and constant response.

Indeed, in Lu Zheng's eyes, this kind of attack is childish like a child's trick, and there is no need to move at all.

The wooden spear was pointed in front of him, bringing a whirlwind, and the mist dissipated in all directions like a whirlpool, revealing Lu Zheng's calm and calm face, his eyes squinted slightly, and seemed to have a smile.

Magic, please, but that's it.

Perhaps for the Yin Evil, the pure power on the tip of the spear will cause damage, but Lu Zheng is a god who truly enjoys the power of faith.

For him, this move is just empty momentum.

The magic technique cannot last, just like stimulants have a time limit, and once it does not work, it will fall into a state of complete weakness.

Lu Zheng didn't launch a counterattack, the surrounding fog fluctuated, and the shadow turned illusory and disappeared from the spot. He just wanted to see if he had any other moves.

A shot pierced the air, Cao Jinxuan's body could be clearly seen to pause for a moment, and then reflexively looked back, and another straight spear stabbed out.

This time, Lu Zheng didn't even bother to dodge, a gust of wind blew, and the tip of the wooden gun seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the speed was full from fast to full, and finally stopped two feet in front of Lu Zheng, and he couldn't move in an inch.

Cao Jinxuan's hands were trembling, his body was also trembling, he could clearly feel the rapid consumption of strength, and an indescribable exhaustion spread in his body.

The wind blew in his face, and the red turban fell off. The moment he slid his eyes, he felt a force being pulled out of the depths of his mind. His eyes opened.

There was still a thick fog in front of him, and a huge sense of fear surged in his heart, instantly taking over his whole body, depriving his consciousness of its control over his body.

The wooden gun fell to the ground and fell to his knees.

Then there was a sweet feeling in his throat, and salty blood filled his mouth. Slowly overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The magic was interrupted violently, and it took a toll on his mind and body.

In the haze, the fog in front of me seemed to begin to dissipate. He vaguely saw a black shadow in front of him, slowly receding with the mist like a ghost.

In a burst of pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, Cao Jinxuan's eyes suddenly darkened, his head fell to the ground, and his handsome and heroic face instantly turned bloody.

……

The fog cleared, and the vision began to clear. Wang Yuanchao and the others stared ahead in disbelief. Until they saw a man fall to the ground.

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

The juniors and disciples shouted in panic, Wang Yuanchao's heart tightened, and he quickly rushed to Cao Jinxuan's side with the special forces.

"Daoist Cao, Daoist Cao!" Wang Yuanchao picked up Cao Jinxuan, whose face was covered with blood, and the expression on his face became extremely ugly. Cao Jinxuan's brain was groggy, and he subconsciously stretched out his finger to point to the dense fog in the distance, and said weakly: "Where is it." Where ......"

Click......

A series of pistol loading sounds rang out, and Wang Yuanchao looked up at the fog. Gritted his teeth and said, "Shoot! Shoot!"

Bang bang bang......

The sound of gunfire echoed through the ravine.

The bullet is a special red nitrate warhead that explodes and throws saltpeter powder when it hits the target. This kind of red nitrate is a thing to ward off evil spirits, the effect is better than cinnabar, and it is very precious in ancient times. In ancient Taoism, only the royal magnates had the strength to use red nitrate instead of cinnabar in rituals.

Thanks to the advanced modern chemical industry. The refining and production of red nitrate began easily. It began to be used on a large scale in the Chinese prayer meeting.

After a dense round of gunfire, the special forces with excellent psychological quality also began to sweat on their foreheads, and with their military intuition, they all understood that they did not hit the target at all.

This is indeed the case. The gunshots rang out, not even the sound of hitting the mountain rocks, as if the bullets had not landed, and were still flying.

It makes them feel creepy.

The bullets in the magazine were exhausted in one go, and the gunfire in the ravine was like fried beans, and it could not be calmed down for a long time.

Heavy and chaotic footsteps sounded behind him, and Lin Xinmiao, who stayed behind in the mountain pass, quickly caught up with others and guns in hand. When they had just converged, and before they could ask, the fog in front of them began to surge, and black spots visible to the naked eye poured densely over them.

The black dot flew in front of him in the blink of an eye, instantly standing still, suspended in the air.

The eyes of the people who were already nervous instantly widened and their breathing stopped. In their pupils, there were neatly arranged red bullets reflected.

Everyone's scalps were numb, and their bodies couldn't move as if they were filled with concrete.

The bullet was suspended for more than ten seconds, and it seemed to lose the support of its strength, and fell from mid-air to the ground like raindrops, making a clanging sound.

Wang Yuanchao swallowed his saliva and couldn't say a word.

The fog cleared completely, and the ravine became silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing.

Everybody knows it.

The strength of the other party is beyond their imagination.

Lin Xinmiao's heart was beating wildly, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and the handlamp flickered, shining on the figure lying on the ground not far in front of him.

On the top of the mountain above them, Lu Zheng's clothes were hunted by the night wind, and above his head, a waning moon emitted a faint blue light. (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Yesterday I went out to eat with my classmates, and I couldn't control it for a while, and I drank too much. Today, I went to the round tomb again, and I was busy until the afternoon before I came back. I haven't written it for two days, and I can't mention the status yet. I don't know if it's because I have a bad stomach, my lower abdomen keeps swelling, it's hard like a stone, and it hurts when I press it.

In short, this time, both physically and mentally, was just too bad.

I'm sorry to everyone, and I'm sorry to all the book friends who support me.