The rain is dark and dense.

Lao Dao was drenched in a silk drizzle, looking at the person leaning in the rain, as if he had been freed from the shackles of the earth, in an extremely strange posture, the person standing leaning over, his cheeks couldn't help trembling slightly.

His eyes changed a few times, and he said, "Little bastard, it turns out that this is your confidence?"

As soon as the words fell, Su Hongxin in his eyes was already straight and slowly straightened his body, his back was bowed, and under the upturned eyelids, a pair of beast pupils were filled with cruel and cold murderous intent, which made people look cold, only to be swept away by that gaze, Lao Dao couldn't help but feel a numb scalp, and his skin trembled.

"You,"

The Taoist half-squinted his eyes, as if he was surprised and suspicious, and just wanted to speak, but as soon as the word "you" fell, his eyes suddenly emptied, only to see the wind and rain in chaos, a black shadow wrapped in a fishy wind, has flashed away, rushed to the front, and at the same time there is a knife obliquely slashed down, the knife is as fast as lightning, and it is extremely menacing.

Frightened, the dusty grip of the old road has collided with the knife light, and the handle cast by pig iron has touched the edge of the blade fiercely at this moment, and a string of sparks erupted when it landed.

This time and again, Lao Dao was forced to retreat again and again by the vigorous force carried by the knife, not by himself, but by slipping out of the ground, and his feet ploughed out two shallow marks on the ground.

Before he could stand still, Su Hongxin came first, dodged in, and with his left hand, he grabbed Lao Dao's neck, captured him in the air, and lifted it up.

"Ho-ho"

The sound was strange and squeezed out of the throat of the Taoist, but this was not a scream, but a laugh, he was still laughing, looking at the hideous and evil face in front of him, with a strange smile in his mouth, an old face was flushed, he could still laugh, and with a sweep of dust in his hand, he rolled towards Su Hong's confidence.

Su Hongxin didn't speak, his fingers were energetic, and when the Taoist made a move, he threw it out, like an arrow from the string, the Taoist flew out seven or eight meters, and then he "banged" against the wall of the old temple, and most of his body was sunk into it, hanging his head and hair, and he didn't move.

With such an injury, ordinary people will definitely not survive, but Su Hong's belief and this person's background are special, and when he rushes to his feet, he has to chop this guy apart to feel at ease.

was just about to drive out, but unexpectedly, the man's right palm flipped over, and the palm suddenly lit up, "crackling" and a thunderclap, and the thunder flashed in his palm, and he slapped it at Su Hongxin in the air.

It's the same trick again.

Palm Thunder.

But this thunder light is different from what I see on weekdays, it is not the kind of bleak and bright, but a touch of red, like blood light, fleeting.

This is the first time Su Hongxin has seen such a method that is almost like a spell, he almost suffered a big loss before, and at this moment, his feet were sideways, and he had dodged at the last moment, but the trunk of the old tree behind him suddenly exploded out of thin air, and in an instant, sawdust flew violently, and in a blink of an eye, there was already a fist-sized hole on it, and there was a smell of burnt paste.

"Haha...... Hahaha...... Hee-hee-hee-hee......"

And the old man, who was still embedded in the wall, with his head hanging down, suddenly trembled violently, and there was a strange and inexplicable laugh from his mouth, which was normal at first, but then it became more and more sharp and piercing, and the listener scratched his ears and made trouble, and then slowly raised his head.

Su Hongxin's pupils shrank, and he saw that at this moment, a very thick and eerie aura poured out of the body of the Taoist in front of him.

"Upper Body?"

Spat bloody spit on the ground, his face was calm, and he steadied the knife in his hand, and attacked it without hesitation.

At the moment of making a move, Su Hongxin saw the old ghost raise a strange face that was so white that it turned blue.

On this face, a pair of eyes are pitch black, no whites of the eyes, and around the eye sockets, a blue and black blood veins expand outward, like the roots of a big tree spreading outward, grotesque and weird.

"Hee-hee-hee...... Hey, hey, hey......"

A swishing ghost laugh erupted.

Su Hongxin only felt that the yin qi rushed straight to the door, and with a flash of divine effort, this guy turned into this person who was not a human or a ghost.

"Do you think you're going to ask God?"

The voice that came out was suddenly male and female, sometimes full of energy, sometimes sharp and gloomy, and those who listened to it could play it up.

Su Hongxin's steps stopped, his eyes tightened, but as if he saw something unexpected, he saw that the old Taoist robe suddenly stood up and bulged, not round and round, but outside his apricot-yellow robe, there were actually large and small palm outlines, and he couldn't help but probe outward and grasp it.

The ghost qi on that person's body also surged out layer by layer, and it was almost condensed into substance, and the outside of the body seemed to be surrounded by a hazy and fleeting black mist, looming, distorting the rain line.

Su Hongxin was secretly frightened, and he didn't know what evil magic this old thing was practicing, first there was "palm thunder" in front, and now there are such amazing methods.

"I'm going to let you see how I teach Dafa, and let you taste the pain of devouring the souls of a hundred ghosts!"

But seeing that the Taoist robe on Lao Dao's body soon seemed to be torn and torn, revealing his upper body that was not in line with his age, full of qi and blood, and his muscles were knotted, as if he was in the prime of life.

But as soon as this robe was broken, Su Hongxin's eyelids couldn't help jumping wildly, and he saw that the other party's body was covered with all kinds of weird and grotesque tattoos, below the collarbone of the neck, and the skin and flesh of the body could not see a little normal flesh color, all of them were colorful tattoos, and these tattoos were all all kinds of jade-faced and vermilion-lipped, flower-faced and moon-looking women.

But he couldn't look at it twice, those tattoos all seemed to be alive, and in the blink of an eye, they were all unrecognizable, and they became all kinds of hideous appearances, some only had heads, some of them became white bones, some of them spit out long tongues, some of them covered their faces with their hair, and some of their faces were like burning, and their skin and flesh were rotten...... There are too many, and when I glance at the past, it is just like recreating the scene in the eighteen layers of hell, and all kinds of deaths are different, and none of them are repeated.

And these tattoos are now exuding ghosts.

Even if Su Hongxin is now accustomed to seeing ghosts and gods, and his heart is not afraid, but seeing this demon tattoo, he is also a little hairy in his heart, this old thing dares to use himself as a vessel to raise such a group of powerful ghosts and fierce spirits.

Just as I was looking, I saw that among the tattoos all over the old road, a pair of tattoos suddenly lit up, and immediately saw a miserable white palm poking out, the arm was rapidly elongated, the nails were red and sharp, and the ghost spirit was released.

Su Hongxin glared, the soul breaking knife was horizontal, and he was being grabbed by the ghost hand, and the sound of nails scratching the wall stabbed on the knife body, and then there was a "z" sound, and the ghost hand was like being splashed with hot oil, and he hurriedly shrank back, but he shrank into the air and grabbed it again.

Good fellow, he is not even afraid of the Soul Breaking Knife.

Su Hong was secretly shocked in confidence, and then grinned again, turned back, and the blade slashed down, cutting off the ghost hand in the air.

A terrible scream rang in his ears.

But then, the tattoos on Lao Dao's body and the countless ghosts and murderous spirits painted by him all moved at this moment, as if they were looking at Su Hongxin, and Su Hongxin's scalp exploded with a pair of miserable eyes.

Look at the old way again, now he is full of ghosts, all his white hair is floating in the air, hanging in the rain, and there is a swishing laughter in his mouth, just like the thousand-year-old ghost.

"Accept your life to ......"

But when I heard a loud roar, the voice seemed to be a fusion of thousands of poignant female ghosts, and the eardrums of those who listened to it tingled and goosebumps all over their bodies.

Su Hongxin pinched his teeth, and was thinking about countermeasures, not wanting to see a flower in front of him, the old ghost's figure flashed, but in an instant, a miserable and blue grimace was close to him, and he almost didn't kiss it.

At the same time, one after another, ghost hands probed and grabbed from its body......

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