This Mandarin.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I heard it.

It's actually mixed with the weird tones of Southeast Asians.

I smiled indifferently: "Thanks for the compliment, now we can have a good chat, right?" ”

Since the chips are equal.

Then no one is afraid of anyone.

If I stupidly hand over Kuman Tong and Tang Sancai together, then I will definitely lose a lot in this transaction.

It will not only kill Li Hongyue.

Even I may not be able to die well.

Master Kongyue said expressionlessly: "Hand over Kuman Tong, I will naturally return her Yin Soul, you have no choice." ”

"Kuman Thong is not something that a mortal like you can touch!"

"If you offend the gods therein, you will suffer hell!"

I smiled disdainfully: "I'm sorry, I'm not a believer in your sect, don't use this to scare me, how I broke your empty prison just now, you should have seen it." ”

"I have two requirements."

"First, return her ghost, immediately."

"Second, give me the body of this old monk, he killed my brother, he has a debt and a master, I want to sacrifice him to my brother!"

That's what I'm for.

Master Sky Moon listened, but his face instantly became stagnant.

He muttered, "Do you know what happens when you go against me?" ”

Without waiting for me to speak, Jiese took a step forward and twisted his fist: "My eldest brother doesn't know, I can know." ”

"This benefactor, why don't you come at me?"

Master Kongyue was expressionless, and instead of talking nonsense to us, he actually clasped his fingers behind and took a step back.

My pupils shrank, and this was a precursor to the spell!

This old thing, he doesn't even give room to negotiate the price, and he actually wants to do it directly?

Crazy?

"Quit sex, stand back!"

I grabbed Ringse's arm, and a strong sixth sense told me that there was going to be some big trouble ahead.

Jiese's reaction was quick, and he hid behind me.

The next second.

The Master of the Empty Moon actually took out five or six fingers that had been cut off from the living person from the cloth bag on his body and threw them on the ground.

The fingernails were very black and long, covered with red, dried blood, and had some indistinguishable Sanskrit written on them.

"What's going on?" The color of the abstinence is unknown, so I am confused.

I also followed the doubts, but I did not relax my vigilance, an evil lama who can cast the Empty Hell, the means are definitely not so simple.

Sure enough, as those fingers landed, there were more lines on the ground, and it looked like some kind of formation was being built.

Immediately after, bursts of black mist poured out from under each finger, and from inside came ugly-looking monsters with random limbs.

These monsters only have translucent bodies, no different from the resentful spirits I saw last time in Longping Mountain, but they are a mixture of various beast heads and human limbs.

In the blink of an eye, a black mist rushed to the face, with a violent fishy smell.

"It's ......"

"Pony Spirit?"

I suddenly remembered that in the late '60s, the Western Regions were still in turmoil, fighting with the northern and southern factions in the old days.

Among them is a unique faction that prides itself on the "Pony Spirit".

The name sounds lofty.

In fact, it is to use some beasts and the corpses of dead people to piece together as sacrifices, and then pour the blood of black cats into them, plus some kind of evil sect stitching method, supplemented by long-term offerings, these ugly things can be formed.

Because of the existence of this method, the Western Regions Juling Sect had a great reputation for a while, and because they were already mysterious, many people chose to stay away.

Moreover, the most popular thing for the Pony Spirit to do is to collect corpses.

They decided that the corpse that died in the Western Regions was not a real death, but just a lost soul, and that only after being stitched up and sacrificed by them could they truly go to heaven.

In the early years, the Western Regions were already chaotic, and this group of people liked to dig graves and steal corpses everywhere, creating a lot of evil methods that were smoky and miasma. Teach some to compare.

This old lama is actually a member of the Juling Sect in the Western Regions!

Does that mean that it doesn't matter if the three Southeast Asians, or the old monk in front of me who was killed by me a long time ago, or even the death of the third child?

In fact, it's all this old thing messing around behind the scenes with the evil methods of the Pony Spirit Sect?

Before I could think about it, the black mist had already arrived in front of me, and the pungent fishy smell made me dizzy, and what rushed to what was in front of me was a monster with hands and feet sewn together, and a head like a wolf.

I was about to dodge when I heard the hammer sound of "jingle bell" in my ears.

These monsters were instantly dispersed, and the black mist rippled a little.

"Big brother, don't be afraid, I'm here!" With a hint of joy in his voice, he held the brass bell I had secretly given him before I came, and kept hammering it hard.

These black fogs rushing to the face, under the stimulation of the copper bells, did not dare to approach at all!

When the empty moon master heard the sound of the copper bell, his face twitched a few more times, and he raised his hand to aim at the old monk on the side, and said a few ugly spells in his mouth.

The old monk, whose face was like dead wood, immediately rushed towards me and Jiese, and with every step he took, a pit was sunk in the ground.

It looks like it's been given some kind of magic bonus.

I glanced at Li Hongyue beside me, and then at the ring color, he hammered the copper bell with both hands, and it would not be good if he withdrew.

Therefore, I can only take the initiative to welcome the old monk.

I didn't say a word, took out the talisman seal that had been prepared a long time ago, and said calmly: "I'll come today to meet you, the Ju Spirit Sect, can you beat my Meishan Edict!" ”

Let's talk about it.

I held up a talisman and pressed it hard against my chest.

The Meishan Edict is the "Meishan Eight Desolations" faction in the inheritance of the National Teacher's Mansion, and this talisman is the main golden water, that is, to provide external force for use.

All the talismans from this door, without exception, are dominated by the gold line of the five elements, and after being used, they will be exhausted at least and damage to their organs.

The moment the talisman took effect, I felt as if the muscles in my body had been forcibly infused with some mysterious power.

"Drink!"

I let out a low snort, raised my hand and slammed the door of the old monk in front of me, who didn't know what trick I used, and didn't even dodge.

The moment they collided, there was a muffled sound like steel.

Boom!

The old monk's head collapsed directly by my punch, and a pit appeared visible to the naked eye, but it did not affect his movements.

My face changed slightly, and I immediately gave up the idea of competing directly.

For no other reason, this thing is too capable of carrying!

His physical body has definitely been transformed by the old lama, otherwise it would be impossible for this to catch the first punch of my Meishan edict!

The old monk's reaction was also extremely fast, and although his limbs were like zombies, his hands still pinched my neck.