Chapter Eighty-Five: King Ming's Angry Countenance

Ghost magic, as the name suggests, is a spell that deals with ghosts. It is a branch of the Taoist spells of the Jade Emperor God Department, which belongs to the charm system, but it is essentially different from the charm system.

The existence of ghosts has been a topic of endless discussion in the universe for more than 10,000 years.

In this universe where technology and gods coexist, people still have little awareness of ghosts. It is the fear of the unknown that makes people feel creepy when they talk about the weird.

The only thing that likes ghosts is the film industry, and thriller movies are sold at the box office every year, making investors make a lot of money.

And it has always been an unsolved mystery as to where people's souls go after death.

Some scholars put forward the theory that the soul of the world is scattered after death, but it soon lost its place.

Because in the entire universe, there will always be some people who remember the events of their previous lives and can describe them in great detail.

Some scholars who do not believe in evil will, after listening to the description, do not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to the place where the person concerned lived in his previous life. When they arrived, they were amazed to find that everything was exactly as they had been stated. The most incredible thing for them is that there is really such a person who has lived here, but died more than ten years ago.

All kinds of supernatural events gradually made people believe in the existence of ghosts.

And there are a handful of people in the universe who always believe in the existence of ghosts. Because they can clearly see ghosts wandering through the streets at night, such people are known as psychics in the world.

Psychics are all innate, and every psychic is very weak. This is because they are all born with an extreme yin constitution and lack yang energy. Therefore, no matter how much the psychic uses to strengthen his body, it has little effect.

However, if a psychic cultivates ghost arts, or other spells related to gods and ghosts, he will get twice the result with half the effort.

The ghost head descender is also the realm of psychic, but he is a congenital rival with the ghost magician.

Because the cultivation process of the Ghost Head Descender is extremely cruel, they have to raise many different kinds of resentful spirits in order to make themselves strong. Moreover, the ghost descender has very strict requirements for resentful spirits, such as the Xi'er descending that Bannawa has just released, which needs a baby born when the moon is cloudy and cloudy, and it has just been full moon.

First of all, it is necessary to kill the parents of the baby, pouring their blood into the jar. The baby is then soaked in a blood altar and drowned by blood. After the first seven, the baby's spirit will float out. At this time, the flesh of the baby's parents is to be fed to the spirits. After 7749 days of feeding, the spirits that eat the flesh and blood of their parents will become very terrifying and murderous.

Then enclose this wraith, and other infant wraiths that have been concocted in the same way, in a magic circle. After ninety-nine eighty-one days, the only surviving infant spirit was Xi'er.

The ghost magicians are the protectors of ghosts, and they will never allow anyone to use such cruel methods to refine ghost slaves. As long as you meet the clouds, it will never die.

The battle situation in the courtyard of Longtuo Temple is stuck with each other, and no one on either side can help anyone.

Gong Cha kept attacking around He Yingqiu, and the cave fish blocked all of them without leaking.

The more he fights, the more anxious he becomes, and the ghost magician deserves to be the nemesis of the resentful spirit. Banava has already lost three resentful spirits, and they are all his hard work and the magic weapon of his own and others' surprising victory. If you can't solve this ghost magician, then the fate of yourself and the others is worrying.

But that damn snake demon is always by the side of the ghost magician, what should he do?

Kicking away the head of the big snake in the hole, Gongcha aimed at Yuan Ye who was hiding behind the Buddha statue, turned around with his strength in the air, and fell to Yuan Ye's side.

"You lurked over and killed the ghostman." Gongcha looked directly at the cave fish, but whispered a threat to Yuan Ye on the side.

Yuan Ye's eyes rolled, and he said tremblingly: "They are so powerful, where will I be their opponent?" Besides, the python wouldn't have allowed me to get close to the ghost. ”

"You're a Yanhuang, they won't kill you. As for the snake, I'll take care of it. ”

Yuan Ye opened his mouth and just wanted to excuse himself, but he heard Gongcha snort coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, Ni Duan will be seen under the ink." I'm telling you, if I die, the Gu poison in your body will get out of control. When the time comes, you will have to give me a funeral, how to choose it is up to you! ”

After speaking, Gongcha tore off the pendant of the demon pestle on his neck, and said something in his mouth. A golden light dispersed, and the Demon Descending Pestle pendant turned into a single-strand Demon Descending Pestle with a thick head and a thin tail and a length of more than one meter.

"What is the use of the Siamese python? They are all used to peel and sit on leather. Gongcha shook the demon-slaying pestle in his hand and jumped high.

Dong Yu'er spat out the scarlet letter, his tail wrapped in purple true qi, ignored the tribute's demon pestle, and swept it directly.

Gongcha sneered, and the demon slaying pestle swayed with a trace of golden light, breaking through the true qi of the cave fish's body protection, and cutting a huge wound on his tail.

Regardless of the pain, the cave fish struggled to swing his tail, and the tribute was directly slapped on the ground, and the bluestone roads around him were all cracked.

"Take advantage of your illness to kill you!" The cave fish snaked its body and went straight to Gongcha, opening its bloody mouth.

The bean buns on the side, one to four, were still at ease and glanced in the direction of He Yingsu. Suddenly, his face changed greatly, and he roared angrily: "Ghost boy, squat!" ”

Yuan Ye stood behind He Yingqiu with a cruel smile on his face, and swept the Zen staff in his hand to He Yingqiu's head: "If you don't die, I will die." Don't blame me when you go to hell! ”

"Amitabha!" With an angry shout of the Buddha, a purple gold bowl smashed into Yuan Ye's chest, and Yuan Ye spat blood and flew out.

"Amitabha, what sin should you be guilty of?" A peach-eyed little monk caught the purple gold bowl, looked at the frightened Yuan Ye, and asked angrily.

Doubao fixed his eyes and saw that the person who came turned out to be the little monk who was messing around during the day. But then Doubao was a little puzzled, how did he pass through the circle of gamblers?

"You are the chaotic master of the Holy Buddha Temple of Qiantai Mountain!" Yuan Ye said in a cold sweat.

"Amitabha, my master asked me to enter the world to practice, but I didn't expect to meet such a scum of Buddhism as you, I want to bring you back to the Holy Buddha Temple for a hundred years." A pair of peach blossom eyes that came out of the chaos were angry and wide-eyed, obviously angry by Yuan Ye's behavior.

Doubao looked at He Yingqiu, who was safe and sound, and then looked at the chaos. said with a smile in his heart: "I didn't expect that you, a little monk, are still a celebrity in the monk world, and you are not too old." ”

"Bean buns, don't play TM!" The cave fish that returned to He Yingqiu's side shouted angrily, if someone hadn't saved the scene just now, He Yingqiu's head would have turned into Shaqima at this time. And the bastard of Doubao is still casually playing with his opponent, if he had dealt with the opponent earlier, he wouldn't have faced danger just now.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Doubao also realized his mistake and apologized repeatedly. Then, after blocking a Siamese with a sword, he took out a magic weapon in his bosom.

This magic weapon is more than three inches long, and it is scattered with shimmering essence. With the recipe in the mouth of the bean bag, it slowly floated up, and then shot out instantly.

This light spun around the Siamese at a great speed, and the three Siamese monks had an extra hole in their eyebrows. Because of his advanced cultivation, Su Gliwei tilted his head at the critical moment, but his ears were punched out of a hollow, and the blood did not stop.

Gongcha looked at Banava, who was already lacking in true qi, and Su Gliwei, who was terrified, and retreated in his heart. lost his mind for a while, and was hit by the inner tank of the cave fish, and spit blood in his mouth.

"Withdraw!" Gongcha let out a loud shout, and got up as if shooting straight out of the courtyard.

But as soon as he crossed the courtyard wall, he felt like he had hit a shadowless wall, and the whole thing was bounced back.

"The circle of gamblers, can it make it so easy for you to escape?" Doubao looked at the grubbed Gongcha and said sarcastically.

Gongcha rubbed his sore forehead, and said with a sneer: "If you are killing yourself, then you will die together." ”

Looking at the three people gathered together, Doubao said with a sneer: "Die together? Are you qualified to say this? Didn't you just say how backbone you Siamese are? But why should you run away? ”

Gongcha's face was blue and red for a while, and after half a ring, he glanced at Bannawa and Sugre Wei, and the three of them nodded heavily.

"Damn Yan Huang people, I'll let you be broken into ten thousand pieces!" After the gongcha said this, the three men slit their wrists at the same time and screamed.

Suddenly, a thick black mist floated behind the three of them.

"Take us as a sacrifice to appease the wrath of the Great Compassion King Ma Shou Ming, and let the sinful people in front of him enter the eternal hell!"

With the incantation in the mouths of the three people, an angry roar was heard from the black mist. Then a monk in ragged clothes, three heads and six arms, holding a sword, halberd, bell, magic ring and bow and arrow, with an angry face of the Ming King Faxiang showed his figure.