The power of Avor's divine bones was invoked again, and the poisonous insects that were originally densely surging towards Ji Shang instantly lost their direction, but even so, Ji Shang had already fallen into a dangerous situation.

The scorpions and centipedes all over the ground are meandering, and they have almost nowhere to stay, and if one is accidentally bitten, maybe the whole village will have to eat.

In addition, the mother locust, which had been abused by herself for a few days, became weaker and weaker, and it would always reach a certain critical point and be completely killed by the three gods.

Those ghosts driven by the rice have also dispersed a lot, and in front of the three gods with divine bones, being able to maintain an offensive for 10 minutes is already the limit of these lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Ji Shang sprinkled kerosene on his side, and after igniting it, he dispersed the poisonous insects on the ground, but this was only an expedient measure, if he couldn't solve the three gods as soon as possible, even if the strongest first didn't come back, he would gradually fall into disadvantage after a long stalemate.

At that time, what can I rely on?

The situation instantly became scorching.

All of Ji Shang's plans were linked one by one, and he really didn't expect that the Cat Tiger God would forcibly break the effect of Avol's divine bones at his own expense.

----Maybe it's just a crooked hit?

However, this is no longer important, what is important is that Ji Shang must skip the original planned preparation and go directly to his next goal.

He's going to get rid of the postman.

This is the weakest of the eight waxes of the city god, the so-called god of Qianmo, after leaving the field, he can only wave the flag and shout for the other two gods.

But even so, it was not easy for Ji Shang to kill it, because now he really lacked the means to directly cause harm to the ghosts and gods.

However, everything in the world drinks and pecks, even ghosts and gods, have their natural weaknesses.

As for the weakness of the postal watch, Ji Shang has already figured out from various information channels.

The soil is built into a fu, that is, Qianmo.

The north and south are Qian, the east and west are Mo, and the fields are even Qianmo, and the small people have nothing to stand on.

In fact, if you want to dissipate the power of the post table at the root, maybe the best way is to find a piece of land reform that year and burn it, but in a hurry, Ji Shang couldn't find this kind of thing, so he thought of another way.

Snakes and rats are best to make holes, and perhaps no one is better at destroying ridges.

Therefore, when Ji Shang used the rice to drive away the ghosts, he had already quietly used the ability of the geyers to gather a large pair of rats.

Now, these weak rodents have scurried into the temple and climbed onto the altar, where they are eating the shrine of the post.

Ji Shang's consciousness clearly sensed the trembling wail of the poster.

Its divine power has already been suppressed by the Avol Divine Bone and the Locust Mother, and the Cat and Tiger God, who was born to be a rat nemesis, has also been killed as soon as possible.

Now it is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, trapped in its own shrine, watching more and more rats swarm up.

Run away?

It's too late.

At the moment when his power was suppressed to the lowest, Ji Shang keenly captured that fleeting opportunity.

Then, the funeral umbrella in his hand spun and flew out, shrouding the top of the postage table.

After devouring the ghosts and gods several times, the power of the funeral umbrella finally broke through the critical value, but the divine bones of the poster watch had been severely torn and worn out under the impact of the previous hundred ghosts night walking, and the weight of the divine bones had also dropped to the limit that the funeral umbrella could swallow.

This will be the first ghost with a god bone to be devoured by the funeral umbrella.

Even without the help of his own perception, Ji Shang could clearly see that this black umbrella with wisdom was trembling with excitement.

For hundreds of years, it has been in the hands of ghosts and gods, and although it often devours the souls of earthly people, the weak souls are simply not able to satisfy its appetite.

After falling into the hands of Ji Shang, it successively devoured the remnant souls of the ghosts who lived in the four corners, the maids who buried them, and the negative ones, and this taste of betrayal made it want to stop.

And at this moment, it has grown up and it is about to complete an important breakthrough.

The funeral umbrella flew and spun faster and faster, the air was filled with a strong and gloomy smell of incense, the paper money was falling, and the umbrella bones made of the tail bone of the black cat were rubbing and groaning.

Ji Shang didn't go to see the funeral umbrella again, he knew that with the current situation, there was no accident that the funeral umbrella swallowed the postage.

So, he reflexively took out the handful of rice seeds that had been left in his backpack for a long time---- in fact, under the urging of Si Si before, this handful of rice seeds had already given birth to ears of rice, and they were almost ripe.

According to the normal situation, the ears of rice that grow without the nourishment of dead qi will not have any special use, but how could Ji Shang not think of this when he already knew Si Qi's ability?

What's more, he kept these seeds not just to drive away lonely souls and wild ghosts with rice in the future.

Those seeds were originally mixed with something special.

The umbilical cord of the ghost baby.

At this time, under Si Si's divine power, the germinated rice seeds have taken root on the umbilical cord, absorbing the dead qi entangled in the umbilical cord, as well as ......

Those deadly germs and filth.

Ji Shang mobilized Avol's divine bones, and with the blessing of divine power, the emerald green seedlings burst out with great vitality again, and almost instantly, those ears of rice were completely ripe.

Then, he plucked the ears of rice and held them in his hands, quietly feeling the position of the few wandering spirits still wandering in the City God Temple, and without hesitation, he sacrificed this handful of rice to them.

The yin wind swept by, and the rice in Ji Shang's hand instantly lost its color and became shriveled and rotten.

Subsequently, under the guidance of Ji Shang, these wandering spirits pounced on Si Si on the divine throne.

The filthy aura was wrapping around Si Si's bones, and gradually eroding it.

At this moment, the funeral umbrella has completed the devouring of the postage sheet and returned to the hands of Ji Shang.

It's almost over.

Without the cooperation of the other ghosts and gods in the Eight Waxes of the City God, it would be impossible for Liu Meng to resist the invasion of the Locust Mother.

Ji Shang took a deep breath, and the phone was lit up and the screen was thrown aside.

All he had to do now was wait.

Wait for Xian Si to return from the hospital.

The push of the catastrophe is here again.

"The Eight Waxes of the City God were routed under the ferocious attack of the Dust Bone Man, the funeral umbrella devoured the soul of the postman, the filthy breath of the infant ghost polluted Si Si's divine bones, and the insect god Liu Meng was also in danger of the last hysteria of the locust god's life."

"It's been a long night, and the traps carefully laid out by the Dust Bone Man are like a delicate machine, slowly strangling the proud ghosts and gods."

"It was also a short night, and the ghosts and gods that had been rampant in the world for thousands of years disappeared in an instant."

"Their unwilling wails resounded throughout the sky above the City God's Temple, but the gates of the capital were closed, and the ghosts and gods gathered in them knew nothing about it."

"The Dust Bone Man has proved his talent thoroughly, and in the midst of this vast earthly world, you have put on a grand show for the ghosts and gods who are watching you."

"Or rather, it's not a show."

"It's a sacrifice for a declaration of war."

"The bones of the eight waxes of the city god have been presented on the altar, which ghost god will be the next to be sacrificed.......

"However, you don't have time to hesitate or stop fighting."

"Because the oldest, most powerful, and most insidious precursor of the Eight Waxes of the City God is already on his way......."

Ji Shang's eyes froze, he slid the screen to cut to the WeChat interface, and Lin Qinghe's language message had been sent two minutes ago.

"Brother Ji! Come on! ”

"Xiao He is dead!"

"Xianqi's ability is not poisoning!"

"Xiao He...... Xiao He ...... She's digesting herself! ”