"Fellow Daoist, please!"

Hongyuan Daoist invited Chen Jichuan to the altar, sat in the middle, and advised: "No matter what happens later, just keep your heart, and leave the rest to Lao Dao." ”

"Hmm."

Chen Jichuan responded, sat down in the middle, and silently recited in his heart "Gao Shangyue Palace Taiyin Yuanjun Filial Piety Immortal King Jinhua Huangsu Book".

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Hongyuan Taoist ascended the altar, pinched the golden knife in his hand, stepped on Hegang, held a copper coin sword, provoked the Yellow Fu Jiudao, burned in the wind, and cursed: "Please the Jade Emperor of the Dark Heaven, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall is bright, please hurry to Ling, please rush to the Ling, please brocade cloth cloth Mai, the three mountains of the fairy Gu come quickly, borrow to the gold twisting scissors, land to cut the hemp rope, the hemp rope cut one after another is not merciful, if there is a wizard cult to make the law, the thunder thunders you body, I would like to ask the six stars of the Southern Dipper, the seven stars of the Big Dipper, I am in a hurry to hold an immortal master as the law." ”

Curse the thunder and hide.

Chen Jichuan sat cross-legged in the middle, vaguely as if he saw a pair of golden scissors, hanging above his head, exuding brilliant heavenly might, ready to go.

It's inexplicably reassuring.

Not much.

There was another palpitation, and Chen Jichuan's heart tightened: "It's here!" ”

Really.

Just as his thoughts were turning, the jade-faced god held the plow and ploughed at him with a lewd smile. Once you get close, you have to go through yesterday's pain again.

Chen Jichuan silently recited the Taoist scriptures and kept his heart.

Outsiders Hongyuan Daoist presided over the altar, and when he saw the yin wind suddenly rising and the evil qi approaching, he knew that the 'plow mantra' had struck again.

Don't hesitate at the moment.

"Go!"

The magic sword in his hand was volleyed at Chen Jichuan, and the three yellow talismans in his left hand were volleyed into the air, burning with a bang, and at the same time he shouted in his mouth: "Immortal Gu borrows the law, the immortal master borrows strength, gold twisting scissors, scissors scissors!" ”

Drink with a snort.

Chen Jichuan saw the golden scissors hanging high in the middle of nowhere, opening up, falling from the sky, and slashing at the plow head held by the jade-faced god——

Click~

A shear of the Mars.

Second, the scissor blade is broken.

Three shears of gold crushed.

The golden shears collided with the plowshare for only three rounds before they were broken, shattered countless times, and the spell could not be achieved.

Everyone saw it.

On the altar, Hongyuan Daoist was holding a magic sword and was practicing the law, suddenly his face changed greatly, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, his face was rapidly pale, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Look at Chen Jichuan again——

"Ahh

Chen Jichuan screamed and fainted again.

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

Only the house was full of chaos!

……

Day 2.

Chen Jichuan woke up again.

"Fellow Daoist."

"Master Chen."

"Master Chen."

As soon as Chen Jichuan opened his eyes, he saw that Miaofa Daoren, Jin Shenggu, Ban Zhuo, Sun Sihai and others were all in front of him.

Still a little dazed at first.

"You-"

When I wanted to get up, I found that all parts of my body seemed to fall apart-

Impotence.

Pain.

Suddenly, memories came flooding back, and Chen Jichuan remembered-

"I've fallen for sorcery."

Words out.

The voice was the same as yesterday, hoarse and a little terrifying.

Immediately after, he thought of more, looked around, and frowned: "What about Brother Hongyuan?" ”

"The Hongyuan Dao Long Practice Method has been broken, and it has hurt my vitality, and I am now pranayama in the house."

Ban Paw replied.

The 'Golden Knife Sharp Scissors Spell' is defeated by the 'Ploughshare Spell'.

Yesterday's air fight.

Hongyuan Daoist was defeated, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

"Alas!"

"Brother Hongyuan is involved."

Chen Jichuan sighed and turned his head to look at the Miaofa Daoist: "The 'Ploughshare Curse' is vicious and ferocious, but it hasn't been able to take my life in the past few days. I'm going to make a last fight with Mako Qi! ”

Burn my body and remove evil for good.

That's all Chen Jichuan can do at present.

"Don't worry."

"I take a look at the 'Tongnan Pole Iron Bucket Pole Talisman' and the Baiyun Temple's 'Golden Knife Sharp Scissors Talisman Method'. The Golden Knife Sharp Scissors Spell is a hard hit, and it all depends on the level of the person who casts the spell. And the 'copper Nan rod iron bucket rod symbol' is a trick, a copper Nan rod iron bucket rod criss-crossed, weaving a well grid everywhere, you are in it, all sides are wells. If a ploughshare comes, it must go over these pitted wells. Each well grid looks ordinary, but in fact, it has a depth of thousands of feet. As soon as the iron plough comes, it will fall into it, and it will be difficult to get out! ”

Wait until the plowshares are exhausted.

Naturally, the spell was broken.

The Miaofa Taoist was full of confidence, looked at Chen Jichuan and said: "When the Taoist friend was in a coma, the old Taoist had already ordered the wrestlers in the Guanguan to be properly arranged, so you might as well give it a try." ”

Be alive.

No one wants to die.

When Chen Jichuan heard this, he bowed to the Miaofa Daoist and said sincerely: "There is Brother Lao Dao!" ”

……

See Chen Jichuan should go down.

The Miaofa Taoist asked Chen Jichuan to carry Chen Jichuan out, and saw that a criss-cross shelf was built with copper nan rods and iron bucket rods outside, and yellow talismans were pasted on them.

A rough count.

There are more than 100 ways.

There is a well in it, and only one person can survive.

Chen Jichuan was placed in a well grid in the middle.

And the Miaofa Taoist stood on the altar of the law, pinched the knife in his hand, stepped on the Nandou Gangbu, and cursed: "I draw a well here, row in the pit at the bottom of me, if there is an evil master and demon magic, step on the pit with his backhand, step on the Nanli and do not be merciful, all the charms and spirits turn into wind and dust, I respectfully ask the six stars of the South Dipper, the seven stars of the Big Dipper, I am as anxious as the law of the White Cloud Immortal Master." ”

Spell out the wind.

Rolled up seven yellow talismans, and burned with a bang.

Chen Jichuan sat in the middle, vaguely as if he saw a criss-cross of copper nan rods and iron bucket rods, flashing golden light, weaving wells everywhere.

He's in it.

The upper and lower squares are wells.

It's comprehensive.

It makes people feel at ease.

About half an hour passed, Chen Jichuan's heart palpitated, and he knew that the disaster was coming again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the jade-faced god holding the plow, and with a lewd smile, he ploughed at him again. Once you get close, you have to go through the pain of the day before and yesterday again.

Chen Jichuan silently recited the Taoist scriptures and kept his heart.

The outer Mystic Dharma Daoist presided over the altar, and when he saw the yin wind suddenly rising and the evil qi approaching, he knew that the 'ploughshare mantra' had struck again.

Don't hesitate at the moment.

"Duh!"

Put your two fingers together like a sword, and point at the yellow charm in the well grid.

Rumble!

One pointed out that Huang Fu burned, which refers to which burn.

As the yellow fu burned, Chen Jichuan saw an originally ordinary well grid, suddenly pitch black, turned into a thousand feet deep, and was stopping in front of the jade-faced god and the plowshare.

An upside-down.

Disappear.

"Trapped?"

Chen Jichuan was happy in his heart, and before he could read it, he listened-

Thundered!

There was a roar.

The well grid pit collapsed, and the jade-faced god smiled and groaned, holding the plow, or plowing to Chen Jichuan.

Everywhere the well manifests.

Deep pits collapsed here and there.

It seems like a long time has passed.

It was as if in the blink of an eye, thousands of wells had all dissipated.

Everyone saw it.

On the altar, the Miaofa Taoist was practicing the Dharma with two fingers and a sword, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and a mouthful of 'poof' blood spurted out, his face turned pale rapidly, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Look at Chen Jichuan again——

"Ahh

Chen Jichuan screamed, and then fainted again.

"Master!"

"Master Chen!"

"Master Chen!"

Leave a full house of turmoil!

……