The six inconspicuous ordinary things suddenly burst into the air and hit the Shura Shasa in a volley.

After hitting Shurashasa, a thunderclap explosion sounded, and Shurakshasa was enveloped in a cloud of smoke and dust.

Only then did everyone understand that Master Mao was kowtowing to the remnants of the seven monks.

Zhao Banxian lowered his head, "This is the sound of the soul disappearing,"

Zhao Banxian didn't know that this was the seven high monks who immediately sat down after agreeing to his master, and attached their souls to these seven magic weapons, and now they detonated their souls and died together with the Shurakshasas.

Master Mao knelt on the wooden platform and was silent.

The smoke slowly cleared, revealing a dark shadow, a black shadow with four arms.

The three-eyed, four-armed Shurashasa was still standing there.

Master Mao was startled, stood up, and stared at the Shurakshasa.

With a low roar, the remaining evil rakshasas roared and rushed towards Master Mao and them one by one.

Several sturdy and huge physiques rushed to Master Mao's body in an instant, and one of them roared, and its paws beckoned to Master Mao's neck.

A bow rang out behind him, and a long arrow struck the demon in the right eye. With a short scream, the evil rakshasa fell.

Master Mao shouted as he stepped back, "Shoot the eyes, shoot their eyes" Two more arrows swished in his ears. There were two groans behind him, and two more fell.

Master Mao couldn't help but praise Guan Long and Guan Hu for "good archery"

Guan Hu said a little proudly, "Of course, this bow can't work," and as he spoke, he held another arrow in his hand and shot it.

"It's good to be close, if it's farther away, the arrow will float," he said, and another arrow was fired.

Aiguo and Zhao Banxian held a bamboo pole and waited for those evil rakshasas with their pointed ends.

After Master Mao returned to the altar, he said to everyone, "You guys hold on first." After speaking, the right hand picked up the peach wood sword and picked a talisman and put it on the candle flame to ignite, the left hand shook the copper bell, under the sound of the copper bell, the four paper figures in the center of the wooden platform suddenly stood up like living people, Master Mao picked up a token and threw it at the feet of the Shurakshasa , and the four standing paper people quickly surrounded the Shurakshasa in the middle. The Shurakshasa seemed to be very afraid of these four paper figures, and used its limbs and arms to push the paper figures, trying to push the paper figures away.

Master Mao in front of the altar quickly stabbed a piece of rune paper that had already been placed on the altar with a peachwood sword, and then put it on the candle flame to ignite. The Shurakshasa roared from the flames, and all the evil rakshasas behind him threw themselves into the middle of the wooden platform, stretching out their claws to grab the burning paper figure. They didn't even want their own lives to save the Shurakshasa either.

The opportunity could not be missed, Master Mao immediately took out the rune paper that ignited the thunder bomb from the cuff of the robe with his left hand, and on the candle flame, the paper man exploded with a few explosions. The evil rakshasas around the paper man all fell to the wooden platform, and the fire on the paper man exploded.

The four patriots stopped cheering and looked nervously at the wooden platform, and sure enough, the Shurakshasa was still standing on the wooden platform.

What has been carefully prepared for a long time is completely useless in front of the Shurakshasas.

Dozens of evil rakshasas pounced on them with their eyes from the netherworld. Master Mao shouted to Zhao Banxian and them, "Quickly paste the Hidden Soul Talisman and paste it on Twelve." Zhao Banxian, Aiguo, Guan Long, and Guan Hu all took out rune paper and pasted it on their foreheads. Patriotism also put a hidden soul charm on the twelve lying on the ground.

As soon as the Hidden Soul Talisman was pasted, the evil rakshasas who rushed towards them changed direction in an instant, and rushed to the stand-in paper figures inserted in the bamboo poles. Surrounding the paper man, tearing with his mouth and claws.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Master Mao poured the fine sand-like powder in a small bowl on his right hand on the altar, took out a candle and lit it on the candle flame in the incense burner, and walked quickly behind a paper figure. Master Mao raised the candle, a handful of fine sand through the candle flame to the group of evil rakshasas, the evil rakshasa on the left who was waving his limbs to tear the paper man, the arm was hit by the fine sand, a puff of black smoke rose, the skin and flesh on the arm instantly turned into a pile of corpse water, revealing two arm bones were still flying in the air, and suddenly the whole hand was thrown off, and it looked at its broken arm and wondered.

The evil rakshasa that rushed towards Master Mao in the middle was hit by fine sand, and the skin and flesh eyes on his face turned into water at once, black smoke, minced flesh and corpse water flew away behind him, and the smiling face suddenly turned into a skull. The eye sockets of the two black holes were facing Master Mao, and the mandible bone moved up twice, and the whole body fell to the ground.

This terrifying scene made the patriots behind them even more frightened than the evil ghost being burned to ashes just now.

The Shurakshasa on the wooden platform, at this time, the third eye on the forehead was closed, and the four palms stretched out to the five paper figures, and some unintelligible words were quickly read in their mouths.

Aiguo asked Zhao Banxian, "What is that Shurakshasa reciting?"

Zhao Banxian didn't look at patriotism, only looked at Master Mao, and shook his head, "It's not a nonsense, it's like some ancient spell."

As he was talking, the four hands of the Shurakshasa in the wooden platform slapped to the middle, and there was a bang, and the five paper figures inserted on the bamboo poles ignited a fire, patriotic, Zhao Banxian, the rune paper on their foreheads also burned, and they hurriedly patted the rune paper on their heads.

The spell was broken again, and all of a sudden, those evil ghosts came over again, Master Mao threw all the fine sand in his hand from the candle flame, and retreated sharply, and several evil rakshasas who were close in front of him suddenly turned off the flesh and skin on their faces, revealing skulls one by one.

Behind him, he was awakened by the rune paper on his face, and was about to scold, when he saw this scene, he fainted again as soon as he woke up.

Aiguo looked at Guan Long and Guan Hu, and he really wanted to faint like Twelve, so he didn't have to worry about anything. Suddenly, another thought came, we can't think like this, we can't be irresponsible when we open the stone door. The teachers at school taught us to be brave and responsible, and I must drive these evil spirits back to the cave.

Just thinking about it, Master Mao had already retreated, and the pieces of evil rakshasas roared and rushed to the patriotic body.

Aiguo and Zhao Banxian raised the bamboo pole and pierced it, there were too many evil rakshasas rushing over, pushing each other, there was no place to dodge at all, and the bamboo pole pierced the evil rakshasa at the front. The wound pierced by the bamboo pole instantly festered to the size of a bowl. The smell of this evil rakshasa was already unpleasant, and the smell of ashes and rotting flesh was permeating the wooden platform. After all, this chicken blood is not black dog blood, and it is only mixed with a few drops of patriotic Kuiyang treasure blood, and the blood is still coagulated at night. Master Mao's red brush spell doesn't seem to work.

When the patriot saw that he was immortal, he picked the eyes and neck to attack, and the bamboo pole fell short several times. Although the patriotic heart was anxious, but the brain turned fast, the horse stood firmly, and a bamboo pole pierced the throat of an evil rakshasa, and the throat quickly rotted out a big hole, and the whole neck turned into water, and the head fell on the chest and hung up. Aiguo looked disgusted for a while, and another shot pierced the evil rakshasa to the ground. Another evil rakshasa next to him pounced fiercely and was killed by Guan Long's arrow.

Guan Long and Guan Hu kept releasing arrows. The four of them still slowly retreated, and there were continuous evil rakshasas in front of them.

The Shurakshasa in the wooden platform stared at Master Mao and walked towards the altar step by step, the extremely cold feeling accompanied by the feeling of the knife scraping the heart became bigger and bigger in the hearts of several young people, and the person almost collapsed. I wanted to give up several times, waiting for these evil spirits to pounce on me and bite me to death. It is more comfortable than the current feeling. As soon as he thought that if he died, these evil spirits would rush out of the mountain, and his parents, brothers and sisters would be killed, he bred up his spirit and fought against the evil rakshasas.

The Shurakshasa got closer and closer to the altar, and the candle flame on the altar jumped rapidly, big and small, and finally the Shurakshasa stopped six meters away from the altar.

Under the light of torches and candles, the three eyes of the Shurakshasa glowed faintly green. A few people on the wooden platform looked at the Shurakshasa at this time, and the Shurakshasa was sharper than its ears six days ago, and even some fangs came out of its mouth, and its whole body was dark blue, and its dark eyes exuded the breath of the Netherworld, as if it had just come here from hell.

This feeling made the patriots very uncomfortable. Looking at the Shurakshasas, the feeling of wanting to give up and wanting to die like this is even stronger, Guan Long and Guan Hu's archery speed is getting slower and slower, and the patriots want to throw away the bamboo pole in their hands, waiting for those evil rakshasas to bite themselves to death.

Everyone was trying their best to control themselves, Aiguo suddenly couldn't control it, and began to scream, Master Mao saw this, pinched a sword finger with his right hand and drew a talisman in the air against the palm of his left hand, and slapped it on the top of several people's heads, and every time he patted it, Master Mao shouted.

Several people suddenly felt a shock in their hearts, and the feeling of wanting to die disappeared at once.

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