A long silver needle was inserted into the skull, and this disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate' was certain to die, so Wu Zhiyuan knew that the person in front of him was already a dead man, and at this time he was just a corpse refined by Jin Zhuni with centipede venom, which was tantamount to a walking corpse 'meat'. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info.

Therefore, Wu Zhiyuan didn't have so many worries when he made a move, and when he saw the disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate' 'approaching' him, he knew that he couldn't have physical contact with him, because he might be contaminated with poison.

At the moment, he couldn't use the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, Wu Zhiyuan was in a hurry, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, held it in his hand, and at the same time poured the dark luck vitality into his palm, and without waiting for the disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate' to approach, he raised the sand in his hand towards him.

If it was just a brute force, this sand would not be lethal, but Wu Zhiyuan was infused with vitality, so its lethality was extremely strong, only listening to the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air, the sand and soil all hit the face of the disciple of the black descending 'gate', and the sand was directly embedded into the skin and 'flesh' on his forehead on his face.

The disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate' paused, and suddenly shook his head vigorously, and the sand embedded in his face was thrown out, turning into a bloody hole on his face.

The disciples of the Black Descending 'Gate' and the three Maoshan disciples who were watching around all let out unbearable sounds, because the faces of the disciples of the Black Descending 'Gate' made their scalps tingle and uncomfortable.

Despite this, this didn't seem to do any harm to the disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate', he twisted his body, and his strange steps 'pressed' Wu Zhiyuan again.

Wu Zhiyuan remembered the invulnerability of the Dustless Master after being refined into a corpse, and sweated in his heart, the disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate' in front of him was obviously different from the Dustless Master at that time, he was more difficult to deal with than ordinary corpses.

His eyes inadvertently looked behind the disciple of the black descending 'gate', Wu Zhiyuan found that Jin Zhuni's hands were folded, and half of the silver needle was 'exposed' between his five fingers, but Jin Zhuni's eyes were fixed on the disciple of the black descending 'gate' who was 'approaching' Wu Zhiyuan.

In an instant, Wu Zhiyuan understood that Jin Zhuni was controlling the disciple of the Black Descending 'Gate', and if he wanted to break her spell, he needed to open the altar.

At the same time, Zhang Zefang also saw the clues, and he hurriedly reminded loudly: "Zhiyuan, open the altar of blessing!" ”

After Zhang Zefang reminded him at a glance, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly realized and hurriedly agreed.

The Fu altar is the simplest altar in the Maoshan Dao Law, the general altar opening practice requires a lot of cumbersome rituals and many magic instruments, and some even need to open the altar at the right time to be fulfilled, but the Fu Dharma altar is extremely simple, as long as a handful of loess, a Taoist charm.

But the altar of merit can only be used to invite the gods, and the gods invited are the only ones, that is, the land lords. The land is the Taoist god, according to legend, the common name is Zhang Fude when the immortal position is not proven, and after his death, he is ranked in the immortal class, known as the god of Fu, and the altar used to ask the land to possess himself in Maoshan Taoism has become the altar of Fu.

Seeing that the disciples of the black descending 'gate' were approaching step by step, Wu Zhiyuan was busy 'refining' concentrating, sitting in place, holding a handful of loess in front of him and piling it up into a small pile, and then, he took out a Dao talisman from his arms, this Dao talisman is not particular, whether it is a ghost suppression talisman or an evil talisman, as long as it is an effective Dao talisman.

Spreading the Dao Talisman in the palm of his hand, Wu Zhiyuan pinched a handful of loess on the small mound in front of him, sprinkled it on the Dao Talisman, and then quickly folded the Dao Talisman into an octagonal shape, just like the shape of the Bagua, and that small handful of loess happened to be wrapped in the Dao Talisman.

Holding the octagonal talisman in the palm of his hand, Wu Zhiyuan pinched the meridian trick with both hands, made a gesture of "please", and then closed his eyes, and silently recited the spell in the air. ”

Then he stretched out his left hand and pointed behind him, pointing at one of the Maoshan disciples.

The Maoshan disciple was suddenly shocked, he was a young man, but he suddenly bent over and hunched over, he put one hand behind his back, and slowly moved his steps, like an old dragon clock.

Walking around to Wu Zhiyuan's side, the Maoshan disciple stopped, looked at the black descending 'gate' disciple in a daze, and was silent.

The atmosphere was a little weird, Zhang Zefang looked at the Maoshan disciple standing next to Wu Zhiyuan, his eyes were 'revealed' with suspicion, he grew up in Maoshan since he was a child, but he had never seen the situation of opening the Fu Dharma Altar to ask the land lord to possess him, and now he saw his disciples inviting God, it was inevitable that he was a little surprised.

"Is this an invitation to the father-in-law of the land?" "It looks like ......," the two Maoshan disciples beside Zhang Zefang whispered.

Wu Zhiyuan was still doing the meridian trick with both hands at this time, concentrating on controlling his thoughts, he didn't know if he had really invited the true god, but he had a strange feeling, feeling that there was a thick air flow slowly flowing all over his body, this feeling was not the feeling when the vitality flowed around the body, but more like a force from an unknown place.

"Father-in-law of the land is an old man, how can he beat the corpse man of the black 'gate'?" A Maoshan disciple whispered.

"The land lord is a god, and the corpse man is an evil 'gate' crooked, and the so-called evil is invincible to the good...... another Maoshan disciple replied quietly, but his words were a little lacking.

Jin Zhuni's eyes glared angrily, staring closely at the Maoshan disciple beside Wu Zhiyuan, and at this moment, the black descending 'gate' disciple who was controlled by her, that is, the corpse man, screamed strangely in his throat, and the speed of his feet increased, and he rushed towards the land prince beside Wu Zhiyuan.

The land lord moved slowly, and he was old-fashioned, and he walked towards the corpse man with broken steps.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zefang sweated for Wu Zhiyuan in his heart, if Wu Zhiyuan lost in this competition, the god who was invited would suddenly fall out of his body, not only the possessed Maoshan disciple would lose his life, but even Wu Zhiyuan would be greatly injured.

The two sides soon met head-on, and the first to strike was the corpse man, although he had a silver needle in his skull, his body was extremely flexible, just like a centipede. The height of the land man was half a head shorter than that of the corpse man, so the corpse man bent down violently and grabbed the neck of the land man directly with both hands.

Suddenly, the land lord was motionless, and it seemed that he had no power to fight back.

As soon as the two dueled, the land lord became a 'chicken', and he didn't even have a chance to fight back, which really surprised Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Zefang, after all, the land lord is also a Taoist god.

Seeing that the face of the Maoshan disciple who was possessed by the land lord became more and more red, and finally turned into a purple red 'color', Wu Zhiyuan felt that the Dao talisman in his hand was getting hotter and hotter, and it seemed to have the potential to ignite, he understood that if the octagonal Dao talisman in his hand was burned, the land prince would fall out of his body, and he would be defeated at that time.

"Zhiyuan, don't think 'messy'!" Zhang Zefang saw Wu Zhiyuan's back shaking, and hurriedly reminded him loudly.

Wu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and continued to look intently at the land lord who was choked by the throat.

At this moment, the land lord stretched out his right hand, and made a sword gesture with his second finger, and 'thrust' it into the corpse's throat like an arrow from a string.

Hearing only a "poof", the two fingers of the land lord were all 'inserted' into the corpse's throat.