As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Zhang Wuren hadn't used the tantric iron rod for a long time, and as soon as he made a move this time, the sky was suddenly filled with golden Buddhist texts floating back and forth. As soon as the self-conscious underworld came into contact, his whole body was pasted with Buddhist texts.

In the flicker of golden light, the body of the underworld was like a wax man under high temperature, first his face became distorted, and then gradually melted, turning into streams of pus flowing down.

The underworld let out a scream like a pig, struggling desperately, trying to shake off the golden Buddha inscription on his body. But Zhang Wuforgiving's Buddhist text is extraordinary, even if the underworld is between life and death, he can't resist it.

In an instant, a mortal was melted by the Buddhist text and gradually seeped into the ground.

The dark man turned around abruptly and scolded: "Good means! ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, a swarthy thing smashed at him, and the thing spun around in mid-air, and then I realized that it was a hideous-looking human head.

Although the human head is only the size of a walnut, his facial features are clear, his teeth are grinning, and if he looks closely, his appearance is quite familiar, and he is vaguely a corpse chaser from Qinghai.

In exorcism circles, Qinghai is a very strange place. The land here is vast and sparsely populated, evil is rampant, and there are skinners who ravage among them, and they are rampant.

The skinner's favorite thing is to peel the human skin of the exorcist master, and whoever sits in the position of Qinghai carrying the handle, he wants to skin whom. Before the corpse chaser, there were already seven or eight exorcists who sat in the position of carrying the handle, and they were forcibly skinned by the skinners.

The Corpse Chaser is the ninth exorcist to sit in this position in three years.

This person is the leader of Qinghai, not for fame or profit, but just bent on eradicating the scourge of skinners. This time I came to the life and death banquet, and I also wanted to learn from the exorcists in other provinces and seek a way.

It's a pity that he hasn't fulfilled his ambitions yet, so he died at the hands of the underworld.

Zhang Wuren also knew the corpse chaser, and when he saw a walnut-sized head flying out of the mouth of the underworld, he knew that this ancient and enthusiastic exorcist was afraid that he had been poisoned by the underworld.

He sighed, and the Buddhist text flickered suddenly, and said, "Corpse chaser, the skinners rose because of me and Lao He, and Ben also perished because of the two of us." Don't worry, after you die, Lao He and I will personally go to Qinghai and arrest him completely. ”

As he spoke, the Buddhist text tumbled and rolled over, and it had stopped in front of the man's head. I saw that the flying human head encountered the golden Buddhist text, as if it was stuck in the mud, and the speed continued to slow down.

Stimulated by the Buddhist text, the corpse chaser was exhausted, his eyes opened, and he actually regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Wuren bathed in golden Buddhist texts.

I only heard the corpse chaser shouting loudly: "Zhang Wuren! I'm here to help! I just hope that after I die, you can help all the exorcists in Qinghai Province! ”

He also knew that he had already died, but the three souls and seven spirits had been eaten by the underworld, and he had not yet had time to digest them. Now stimulated by Zhang Wufor's golden Buddhist text, he immediately sobered up.

This man is chivalrous and courageous, even if he dies, he is worried about the Qinghai skinners ravaging the province, and no one can cure it. So he simply made up his mind to use his last posthumous help to help Zhang Wuren, in order to exchange him for subduing the skinner.

After he finished roaring, he saw that the human head the size of a walnut swelled rapidly, and soon swelled to its normal size.

I saw that the corpse chaser was angry and shook his head, and he turned his direction and flew towards the Winning Heavenly Destiny.

It just so happened that He Zhonghua punched him, and he took a step back when he won the Mandate of Heaven. It's just that although he retreated, he still stretched out his hand accurately, just against the head of the corpse chaser.

Win Tianming smiled: "Just with you, you want to hurt me too?" ”

The corpse chaser screamed, and black blood flowed from his nose and eyes. He sneered and said, "Although I am a second-rate exorcist, Lao Tzu also has a righteous spirit!" Fry me! ”

As soon as the words fell, the whole head suddenly exploded, and countless filthy blood and black gas splashed in all directions. The blood is the remnants of the corpse chaser's death, but the black qi is the evil qi that was contaminated after being eaten by the underworld man and spit out again.

That's just that blood, and I really can't win the destiny of heaven. But this black gas is all that the underworld man has, once it splashes out, wherever it falls, it will be corroded into a deep pit.

Winning the Destiny didn't expect that there was such a thing in the human head, so he hurriedly dodged sideways. Unexpectedly, Zhang Wufor's tantric iron rod has been with him.

The time he took was extremely exquisite, and the Winning Destiny had just dodged the splash of the human head, and before he could gain a firm foothold, the golden light flashed above his head, and the tantric iron rod had already fallen.

At this time, it can be seen that the ability to win the destiny of heaven has come, if ordinary people or other evil people fall to such a point and are locked by the Buddhist text of the tantric iron rod, they will inevitably suffer from this stick.

But Win Destiny was not in a hurry, a yellow light flashed slightly on the yellow hat on his head, and then he heard a "bang" and was beaten with a stick.

It's just that this stick hit, countless Buddhist texts splashed around like sparks, but they couldn't penetrate the protection of the yellow hat. I don't know what exactly this hat is made of, and even the Tantric Iron Rod can't do any damage.

Win the Mandate of Heaven resisted Zhang Wuren's stick, although he was uninjured on the surface, but the Buddhist text on his body was messing around, and it was not very comfortable. He snorted, but forced his index finger out and pointed it at Zhang Wuyi's forehead.

On the index finger, the black gas was swirling, and a sharp spike was faintly formed, if Zhang Wuren was hit by his index finger, it would definitely be a transparent hole.

At this time, He Zhonghua's sneer came from the side: "Stinky and shameless yellow hat!" Is Lao Tzu really air? ”

He said before that he didn't need to use the demon knife to suppress the ghost, but now he seized the opportunity, and the demon knife suppressed the ghost again. It's just that this time the ghost text on the ghost of the demon knife town is introverted, and it looks like there is no text in the dark.

This is He Zhonghua knows that Win Heavenly Destiny is proficient in ghost writing, so he deliberately used this method.

This attack on the enemy will be saved, and if you insist on stabbing Zhang Wuren to death with your fingers, you will inevitably suffer from He Zhonghua's knife. He had just resisted the tantric iron rod with his yellow hat, and he might not be able to withstand this knife.

Fortunately, at this time, he had already been freed from the self-explosion of the corpse chaser's head, and his body shook and he was out of the attack range of the two.

Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua cooperated tacitly, and they had extremely rich combat experience, so the two didn't even say a word, but they couldn't help but chase after each other together.

Just listening to table tennis, the three of them have already fought together.

I watched the two bosses join forces to deal with the Winning Destiny, and my heart was secretly anxious. Although he knew that his skills were not as good as Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua, he still couldn't help but rush over to help with the evil suppression stick.

It's just that I haven't gotten close to the two of them, and a figure is already standing in front of me.

I was startled at first, because this guy was none other than one of the three followers of Tianshengzi, the Appraiser.

This old man, who was holding a cane and looked trembling and could be knocked down by a gust of wind, was now staring at me intently with a complicated complexion.

Although the critics are the three followers of the Born Son, after all, that was thousands of years ago. After so much time, there will always be a change in the mentality of any person.

Especially when he had a vicious fight with Colonel Di Ming, he didn't greet me at all. Either he had long since turned his back on his original following, or he didn't see me as a natural child at all.

Either way, it's not good news for me.

I glanced around, and found that Colonel Di Ming was leading the living people to deal with the men and women, and the two bosses were fighting to win the Mandate of Heaven. So I immediately knew that I had to rely on myself at this time.

Fortunately, the appraiser doesn't look like some kind of vicious guy, since he can't beat it, let's try to communicate first.

So I said, "Sir, are you going to stop me?" ”

The critic looked at me for a long time before bowing slightly and saying, "Born son, do you remember the old man?" ”

I simply shook my head: "I don't remember." ”

I can't blame me for being stupid, the appraiser claims to be able to see through the future, and it doesn't help to play tricks in front of him. Instead of being deceived by quibbles, it is better to admit it generously.

The appraiser nodded slightly: "Also, what is inherited by the born son is a mission, not a memory." It's normal that you don't remember the old man. But that's not the point......"

When he said this, he suddenly trembled and knelt on his crutches, and knelt before me in full view of everyone.

An old antique who has lived for an unknown number of years, a person who wants to see each other but can't get it, a master who can confront Colonel Di Ming without falling behind, knelt in front of me like this.

This was unexpected, so I inevitably made a little fuss and subconsciously wanted to dodge. But the critic whispered: "Lord Tianshengzi, the old man has followed you for hundreds of years, although he has made no achievements, he can be regarded as a horse before and after the saddle. During this time, I have never begged you, old man. ”

"Although the old man no longer follows you, the admiration in his heart has never changed. The old man had the courage to cheekily ask the natural son to do one thing, but he didn't know if the adult was willing or not? ”

I was a little overwhelmed by such a big master kneeling on the ground and begging me to do something. Fortunately, I have experienced strong winds and waves during this time, and I immediately realized that this was a rare opportunity.

So I didn't think about it, so I said, "Don't do this, old man, tell me what you want me to do first?" ”

Although I persuaded him with good words, the critic was still unmoved, knelt firmly on the ground, and said, "Lord Tianshengzi, if you don't agree to the old man, the old man will not dare to get up." ”

When I heard this, I frowned, and said in my heart, is this old man a little unscrupulous? Is this forcing me to promise to do something for him?