The idol dissipated, and the bewitched villagers lost the control of the strange voice, and the godless eyes slowly regained focus, and stood up in a daze.

"What, what's going on?"

"Why are we all here...... I can't remember it......"

The effects of the illusion had not yet fully subsided, affecting their memories, and the villagers felt as if they hadn't slept well all night.

Without the god statue to rely on, Zhao Quansheng knew that he was not Jiang Fuyuan's opponent, and for today's plan, only by dragging Jiang Fuyuan could he return to Bailongguan to ask for the true body of the god.

With a grim smile, he directly threw the black-handled Buddha dust to the right.

"Aren't you going to kill ghosts, then let me see how many you can kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the black handle brushed away with the dust, hanging steadily above the shallow pit, and instead of the stone, it became the new eye of the Seven Demon Gate Formation.

When the eyes returned to their positions, people's hearts trembled at the same time, as if something had been lifted, and there was already a faint sound of thunder in their ears, and the earthquake trembled, as if thousands of troops and horses were rushing forward.

Overwhelming black shadows poured in from all directions, and the ghostly aura exploded, so thick that it was visible to the naked eye.

Mother-in-law Amaranth's face changed greatly: "Immortal Venerable, he is raising ghosts with a array!" The ghost army has been formed! ”

"Hahaha, the old woman has a little knowledge! Enjoy my ghost army! ”

After speaking, Zhao Quansheng stopped fighting, turned around and ran in the direction of Bailongguan.

"Old thief!"

Jiang Fuyuan wanted to chase after him, but found that the ghost army had become a siege, and the villagers trembled in the thick ghost aura.

kicked a ghost soldier who wanted to pounce on the villagers, and the little fat shouted: "Why is there still a Taoist robe in this ghost!" ”

Granny Amaranth waved the vegetable basket and replied while smashing the ghost soldier's skull: "That thief has refined all his fellow disciples into a ghost army!" Those are all Taoist priests before the White Dragon Temple! ”

Waves of ghost soldiers are like a nest of ants, constantly surging over, kicking one to make up for two, and smashing back three to make up for four.

"Not good! Gotta break the formation as soon as possible! Granny Amaranth turned her head and shouted, "That dust!" Destroy the dust first! ”

She was imprisoned and tortured by Zhao Quansheng, and she had long known how powerful the black handle was to whisk the dust, so she hurriedly said: "Immortal Venerable, the dust whisk is extremely poisonous, and you want to be ......."

Before the word of caution was finished, I saw Jiang Fuyuan squeezing through the black and oppressive ghost army, and pulled down the black handle with his bare hands to whisk the dust.

There was a "click", and the dust broke off at the waist.

The menacing ghost army instantly stood in place stupidly like a marionette with a broken string, and stopped moving.

Jiang Fuyuan turned around: "Mother-in-law, what did you just say?" ”

Amaranth Mother-in-law: ......

She thinks too much.

Xiao Fat squeezed to Jiang Fuyuan's side, panting and asked, "Master, what should I do with so many ghosts?" They can't be allowed to stay in Jingcun. ”

It's not just a matter of talking about the difference between people and ghosts, according to today's battle, everyone in Jingcun will be seriously ill by ghosts.

If the ghost army is allowed to continue to stay in Jing Village, then the village will only be destroyed.

"Professional things are left to professional people." Jiang Fuyuan took out the soul bell and shook it, "Fan is helpless, Xie Bi'an." ”

In the blink of an eye, two figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of her.

Black and white impermanence looked confused, and without waiting for them to speak, Jiang Fuyuan pointed to the black and oppressive ghost army and said, "I reported that someone raised the army privately!" ”

Black and White Impermanence: ......

They really didn't expect that the soul bell would one day be summoned to their heads.

But Jiang Fuyuan did not do anything wrong, it was indeed their job to lure ghosts into the underworld to report.

But that's too much! They can't finish the soul chain and pull out the sparks!

Jiang Fuyuan patted Hei Impermanence's shoulder: "Don't thank me, it is the duty of our people to assist the official in handling the case." ”

Black Impermanence: ......

Throwing the mess to the reinforcements, Jiang Fukite dragged Xiaopang with his left hand, pulled Amaranth Mother-in-law with his right hand, and walked straight in the direction of Bailongguan.

After taking a few steps, she turned her head and explained: "Ghosts are rampant, it seems that your Lord Yama has been derelict in his duties recently, please tell him, because of the trouble he has caused us, he has to compensate us." ”

Black and White Impermanence: ......

Seeing that they didn't answer, Jiang Fuyuan stopped, clasped his hands to his chest, and his eyes were not good: "What, you still want to repay the debt?" ”

Who dares to rely on this ancestor's account, black and white impermanence complained bitterly in his heart, but he had to squeeze out a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, we'll bring the words."

Jiang Fuyuan was satisfied, and left with the left and right protectors.

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The gate of Bailongguan Mountain is wide open.

Looking inside from the gate, I only felt a black and red, as if the whole Taoist temple had become a beast's open mouth, and the eaves of the former door posts and corridors had become the fangs of the giant beasts, just waiting for the prey to throw themselves into the net.

"Let's go to the Sanqing Hall first." Granny Amaranth pointed to the black-red spot, "I can feel that there is a place in the land." ”

The god has a natural sense of being enshrined in the right position, and there must be a clay sculpture of the true body of the land god of Jingcun in the Sanqing Palace.

Jiang Fuyuan snorted, took out the wooden stick, pasted a talisman on it, and held it in his hand.

Chubby was curious: "Master, what kind of talisman is this?" ”

Just now he wanted to ask, the wooden strip talisman could hit the idol clone behind Zhao Fist in the future, and he was about to die of curiosity.

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at the talisman seal and replied lightly: "Livestock training talisman." ”

It is specially used to domesticate domestic animals, and it has a miraculous effect on mad dogs.

Zhao Quansheng relied on a lot of evil things, and it stands to reason that he should have fallen into the way of beasts, so in a certain sense, the animal training charm is quite professional.

Walking into the Sanqing Hall, Zhao Quansheng sat cross-legged on the futon and meditated, and did not look up when he heard the sound of them entering the door.

Jiang Fuyuan pointed his finger at the old Dao who seemed to be sitting down and said, "Zhao Fist, if you tie your hands, I can still help you say a few good words, and leave you a whole corpse." ”

Zhao Quansheng laughed as if he had heard a joke: "Whole corpse? ”

He slowly raised his head, his eyes red as blood: "Okay, then I'll leave you a whole corpse." ”

After that, the statues of Yuan Shi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Daode Tianzun behind him slowly changed their appearance, the heavenly immortal robes faded, and the facial features gradually twisted, and finally they all turned into the appearance of Fu Zhengshen.

The three statues slowly fused again, and finally became a huge god of good fortune.

Zhao Quansheng opened his mouth, and the huge Fu Zhengshen also spoke at the same time: "Jintan Immortal Law, only I am the most spiritual......"

"Uhhh

The afterimage swept over Zhao Quansheng's head.

"Bang!"

The huge statue of Fukusho was smashed out of a big hole.

A middle-aged man about forty years old who had a seven- or eight-point resemblance to Zhao Quansheng was forcibly split from the statue of Fudezheng.

The wooden strip was in the middle of the mountain, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes.

Zhao Quansheng's face changed drastically: "How can it be ......?"

He shouted at the middle-aged man unwillingly: "Grandpa! Fast! Go up and kill them! ”

Mother-in-law Amaranth was as fast as lightning, and in a blink of an eye, she teleported to the middle-aged man who couldn't open her eyes, and smashed the vegetable basket into his head.

"I'll let you take my place! I'll let you harm the people of Jing Village! ”

After all, she is a god, every blow is full of pure divine power, and within two blows, the middle-aged man only has half of his head left, completely incapacitated.

"Grandpa—" Zhao Quansheng yelled bitterly.

The middle-aged man finally shook the lower half of his head, completely turning into a puff of black smoke and dissipating.

It was a soul that was scattered.

Seeing that the last hope was shattered, Zhao Quansheng gritted his teeth and said, "You guys wait for me!" ”

He leapt from the futon and rushed out of the door at a speed that didn't match his old arms and legs.

"Oh no, he's going to run!"

At the moment when he stepped out of the Sanqing Palace, a green thunder with the thickness of a baby's arm fell from the sky, hitting Zhao Quansheng's heavenly spirit cover.

(End of chapter)