"Do it." The old monk Lingyu said.

Chen Zhu and Wang Hua glanced at each other, and suddenly took out two wooden lumps like eggs.

"Thunder and fire ride the wind, rise!"

With two clicks, two wooden eggs fell on the idol, turning into two red flames in an instant, and with a bang, they rose in the wind and quickly spread on the idol.

The scorching heat hit the face, and the cold feeling of the whole room was relieved.

In Ji Que's eyes, the process of the two brothers and sisters making flames is neither martial arts nor immortals, but has a feeling of throwing grenades in games.

But the flame was indeed fierce, and at once it wrapped the idol, and the yellow paper on the side burned with it.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the whole house will be in flames.

Ji Que glanced around, wanting to see if there was anything of little value, and at this moment, he suddenly felt the eyes of the god roll a little.

But when he looked again, he found that nothing had changed.

The flames had burned the black hair of the idol and crackled.

At this moment, a terrible scream suddenly sounded in the flames, startling the four of them.

Immediately after, the entire burning idol moved and raised its head.

Here, you can clearly see the faces of the gods surging wildly, letting out a series of terrible screams.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly said, "Retreat first!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the strange idol swam like a snake.

Although her entire face had been spread by the flames, she still maintained that divinity that defied all beings.

And the human face on its body screamed wildly, like a person trapped in a cage and burned at the stake, extremely miserable, in stark contrast to the wooden face.

With a bang, the white wall was smashed to pieces, and the flames flowed, and even the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were ignited.

The idol followed Ji Que and the four of them and rushed over, like a surging fire python.

"Get out of the way!"

With a thud, the threshold of the room shattered against the walls, and a huge flaming body emerged.

It's a horrific image, like you want to incinerate a corpse, but after the flames are completely ignited, the corpse suddenly comes to life.

The idol swayed and tried to rush forward again, but was stuck in the wall.

The rain fell nearby, and it was steamed into white vapor, which could not fall at all, and some of the faces of the gods had already emerged from the skin, writhing, and looked extremely miserable.

The old monk Lingyu and several people looked at this scene, and their hearts were panicked.

Thankfully, the idol struggled with the faces for a while, and soon stopped moving.

The entire body of the idol was almost charred, and cracks were everywhere, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch.

The faces of those people on the body have long since stopped moving, but their mouths have grown big, like people who have been burned alive.

The flames gradually extinguished, the rain fell and the smoke filled the air.

With a snap, the exposed half of the statue's body collapsed and shattered, revealing the inside that had been burned to ashes, and the eerie feeling was reduced a little.

All of a sudden, it should be completely dead, after all, it is all ashes.

When the wind blew, the ashes were raised.

In the billowing smoke, there was a violent coughing sound.

The purple-robed woman and the fingers of the divine envoy are probably going to be smoked.

The two were brought out, and the purple-robed woman's entire face was blackened, as if she had changed her race, and she kept coughing.

The Divine Envoy still had that terrifying smile on his fingers, and suddenly, he suddenly spat out a human voice—"You all have to die, and sooner or later the Wind Lotus Priestess will come." He has six fingers, and I'm just one of them.

Hahahaha......"

As he spoke, his already broken throat erupted into a mocking laugh.

Ji Que went to look at the burned statue of the goddess and found that the other party's palm really only had three fingers, namely the middle finger, index finger and little finger.

At this time, Chen Zhu was shocked and said: "This goddess is a disability, will it be difficult to use chopsticks for eating?" ”

The fingers that were originally laughing mockingly were stunned for a moment, because the question Chen Zhu said was simply outrageous.

Is this the point about using chopsticks?

Ji Que was obviously interested in this kind of problem, and said, "What I'm more concerned about is whether he won't be able to wipe it clean if he poops?" ”

"That's a problem too."

Chen Zhu fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the divine envoy pointed at this, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he struggled: "You! ”

As a result, the two ignored him at all, and Chen Zhu analyzed: "Will he not use bamboo and paper, but directly flush with water?" ”

At this time, Wang Hua joined the discussion and said depressedly: "Why do you care so much about the problem of a wild god, he may be constipated." ”

Chen Zhu sighed: "Constipation is too uncomfortable, I have been constipated for a while, very painful, I can't wait to ......"

......

By the time several people had finished talking about these questions, the oracle's finger was dead.

His mouth was wide open, and his seven orifices were bleeding, as if he had been to death.

Ji Que and a few people don't understand why, this guy has always been very strong, why can't he do it all of a sudden?

With the statue of the god completely burned, the divine envoy died, and the purple-robed woman was dying, the matter of the Wind Lotus Sect finally came to an end.

However, the last words of the finger still gave a warning to several people, that is, the forces of the Wind Lotus Sect are far more than these.

The Wind Lotus Goddess enshrined in this offering has six fingers, does that mean that there are still five people like the Divine Messenger's Finger? They all want to revive this wild god?

Of course, this is not a question that Ji Que should be concerned about.

He is not a professional after all, he is just an ordinary scholar who is forced to work part-time.

The rest of the matter should naturally be left to professionals like the old monk Lingyu and the coffin brothers and sisters.

After all, they call themselves "demon slayers".

At this moment, these three professionals are constantly casting adoring glances at Ji Que, and thanking him from the bottom of their hearts, arching their hands and bowing again, eager to kowtow to him a few times.

Ji Que found that there have been more and more polite people recently.

If everyone in this world is so polite and friendly, why worry about not having a better tomorrow.

As the flames spread, the gloomy room was also burned to pitch black like the statue of the Wind Lotus Goddess, washed by the rain, and fell apart.

Like Ma and Yun, the purple-robed woman was also put in a black coffin, and her dead finger was thrown into the fire, and the statue of the goddess he worshipped turned to ashes.

In the rain, a female demon slayer named Wang Hua held an umbrella for Ji Que, but she was half wet.

Ji Que originally wanted to refuse, but this Sister Wang was too enthusiastic, and he didn't know how to refuse for a while.

You can't put someone on the ground and beat him.

Senior brother Chen Zhu followed behind the two of them wearing a lotus leaf hat, with jealousy in his eyes.

He was jealous of his sister.

This umbrella should have been held by him, but he was preempted by his junior sister, so he was not depressed.

Young, handsome, one-in-a-million cultivation wizard, and he also saved his life, who doesn't want to make friends with such a fairy character.

However, he is a man, and Ji Qixia made it clear that he doesn't like men, so he cheapened his junior sister.

Looking at the happy appearance of the junior sister when she gave Ji Weixia an umbrella, Chen Zhu in the wind and rain was only cold and shivering.

Man, what a loss.