Branches on the moon, in the desolate mountains.

The sound of "babbling" kept coming.

Behind the huge white curtain, the old man playing shadow puppets looked at the long-haired faceless face suddenly reflected on the curtain, and immediately his face changed, his whole body tensed, and he couldn't sing the big drama in his mouth anymore.

The old man immediately wanted to throw away the shadow puppets with ghostly faces, but before he could act, the shadow puppets attached to the white curtain broke away from the control of the long bamboo pole behind him without authorization, and moved on the curtain by himself.

Every move, there seems to be an invisible shadow puppet manipulating him, and even faintly you can hear the shadow puppet singing the drama in tune.

"Ahh

On the white curtain, the shadow puppet was chasing to the shadow puppet controlled by the old man, and when the knife fell, the shadow puppet controlled by the old man immediately tore apart.

The bamboo frame and the shadow puppet made of donkey skin turned into flying flotsam in an instant and scattered.

The old man immediately let out a miserable snort, and only felt as if he had been slashed.

He looked at the shadow puppets on the curtain who were chasing after other shadow puppets, and a hint of hideousness flashed in his eyes.

"The old man has been playing shadow puppets all his life, can he still fall into the hands of your doll?"

He immediately gathered his thoughts, his fingers shook rapidly, and his mouth hummed a strange tune.

"The disciples looked at the blue sky, the masters were by their side, the eight generalissimos showed their magical powers, and they also knew the east, west, north and south winds. ”

"Please Martial Saint Zhenjun, punish the evil. ”

As his voice gradually stopped, in the curtain, a shadow figure riding a tall horse and dragging a seven-inch long knife immediately jumped out of the horse and fought with the shadow puppet with a ghost face.

Inside the bazaar.

The crowd that had just been bound by countless black hairs immediately struggled, and one of the tall strong men kept shivering, and his lips kept muttering.

In the blink of an eye, as soon as his words fell, the whole person's temperament changed dramatically in an instant, and the moment he opened his eyes, a surging power suddenly came from him.

The strong man immediately broke off the black hair that was wrapped around his body, and walked out in an "O" shape with his legs, as if he were riding a horse under him.

He stroked his non-existent beard and squinted at it, his voice not like a human.

"What an evil one, wait for the true monarch to behead you. ”

With that, he walked on his lap legs, holding the non-existent reins in one hand, and dragging a big knife on the ground as if he was holding a big knife in the other, turning around and slashing at Zhang Jiao's cheek.

It was obviously a palm without a blade, but it pulled out a cold sword, which made people feel that there was no way to avoid it.

This is exactly the case, Zhang Jiao is trying to dodge, but no matter how he dodges, there is a cold knife in front of him, and there is no way to avoid it.

The evil thing behind Zhang Jiao immediately covered his eyes, and the evil aura was permeating, and his eyes had turned bloody.

The twelve large characters representing the earthly branch kept turning in his eyes, and finally manifested into a huge unitary character.

"When the earthquake is set to four places, the meridian is deflected. ”

The sword light fell, and Zhang Jiao had already appeared in the west of the strong man.

"What a demon, eat a knife from a certain family. ”

The strong man laughed and ran over, Zhang Jiao didn't wait for him to raise his knife, he had already come to the crowd, he looked at it for a while and chose a man who was about the same as the strong man.

The evil creature behind him sprang out from behind him like a snake, wrapped around the man's body, and whispered in his ear.

"You, no one is invincible. ”

"You, the champion of the three armies. ”

"You, sing from generation to generation. ”

"You are the generalissimo of the world. ”

.......

In the ghostly whisper, the man slowly opened a dead white eye, he stared at the strong man riding a horse in front of him, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Martial Saint Zhenjun, I'll meet you when someone comes. ”

He ran on foot, his hands interlaced with a dull metallic crash, as if two brass hammers had collided together.

The two figures collided suddenly, and their clasped hands whipped as if they were playing a burlesque.

Yu Qing on the side looked at the demeanor of the two of them, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Guan Sheng, Qin Gong?"

"Is this a god fight?"

He subconsciously shook his head and immediately denied his opinion.

The magic of the Divine Strike may seem extremely strange to ordinary people in the countryside, but in the eyes of any insider who understands the cultivation, it is simply a low-end but superficial method.

Hurting the body, hurting the body, hurting the mind, not to mention the three injuries, the more profound this method is, then he will not be far from going crazy. Every time a practitioner invites a god, his own entrance will be opened, and his own consciousness will be polluted by the divine thoughts gathered by this incense thought, and in the end, the whole person will go completely crazy, not to mention, and it is easy to become a shell for evil and yin things to gather.

The whole person can be said to be neither human nor ghost.

Well, it's very similar to the Taoist brother in front of him, but at least he still has his own will.

He looked at the two Martial Saint War Gods in front of him who had been separated by hundreds of years in folklore, but they no longer knew how many times they had been fighting, and subconsciously shook his head.

This is by no means a divine fight.

How can any god fight be so ghostly.

He was thinking like this, but he saw that Zhang Jiao had already strode over, his body was full of gray and white aura, and the outer ring in the center of his eyebrows was like rusty green, and the golden and red edict in the middle was shining.

"Now it's my turn. ”

A viscous water-like gray mist continued to flow out from under his feet, and countless blood characters rolled in the mist.

Yu Qing only felt as if he was dazzled, and he actually saw dozens of Zhang Dao brothers doing different things.

They either fiddled with the mortals in the market, or stood on the rotten rooftops and sang loudly, or they lay on the ground, biting their fingers and smearing them......

Yu Qing really felt that he had gone crazy.

Hehe.

On the white curtain of the mountains, as the shadow puppet with a ghostly face and the shadow puppet controlled by the old man fought together, every time they changed a battlefield, there were wisps of gray-white aura permeating the air.

The entire white curtain was gray as if it was covered with dust and fog.

The old man looked at the fog that gradually spread and connected, and his expression was tense, so that he felt a little more uncomfortable when manipulating the shadow puppet, and he was no longer as flexible as before.

Between the shadow puppet pauses.

The ghost-faced shadow on the curtain became more and more weird, and the sound of suona, which sounded like sorrow and joy, continued to echo in his ears, causing the big drama in his mouth to frequently go out of tune.

The old man became more and more panicked, and a sense of foreboding lingered in his heart.

Therefore, he suffered more and more from gains and losses, and became afraid.

Wait until the moon hangs high in the sky.

On the white curtain, the gray mist has occupied most of the place,

The old man's face was hideous, the sweat on his forehead kept dripping, his ten fingers twitched like spasms, his expression was desperate, but his mouth was matched with the inexplicable suona sound, singing a strange tune mixed with joy and sorrow.

After the curtain was completely occupied by the gray mist, the old man stopped the shadow in his hand in despair and let it be swallowed by the gray mist.

A huge curtain instantly floats into the sky from the stand.

A gray mist as thick as water immediately poured down, covering the entire mountain.

The old man sat down in the gray mist, and his mouth was still humming a mixture of joy and sorrow.

A group of brightly colored shadow puppets, to the beat of the tune he hummed, staggered to him, lifted him up, and walked towards the deepest part of the gray mist.

Before leaving, the old man faintly heard a compliment.

"Good singing!"